Who likes hypotheticals? Okay, actually, let's don't answer that because I bet a whole bunch of you don't like hypotheticals. But let's say you do, for the sake of understanding what page everyone is on. A lot of people might be on the same page, after all, and other-me pulled out a nice hypothetical situation, and I'd like to pull out a reality. You know, just to see who knows what.

So, uh, hi, I'm Peter Parker. That's a starter! See where I'm going with this? No, well, there's a reason why I'm not your witty clever blogger, but I did consider it a few times. Turns out it's really not for me. I never got any hits and everyone was very unimpressed with me. How does one become a famous blogger, anyway? Because Perez Hilton pulls it off and everyone can't stand that guy.

Okay, focus.

So, the not-so-hypothetical situation is that it seems like we've got a lot of people here from similar places with similar stuff, and it might be good to ... figure that out! So I'm going to lob out twenty questions (it might be less, I'm writing this by the seat of my pants). I'm not saying that other people can't play along. It might be fun. If you wanna drop a comment of your own and try to figure out this mystery, that'd be great.

Right—uh, questions!

1. Do you know how miserable it is to stand in the line for Shake Shack, right up until you get a delicious burger into your hands covered in weird not-imitation cheese even if it seems like it, while sipping down the most delicious shake of your life? (If you have any relevant allergies here, you can skip half this question. Or if you're a vegan. I'm gonna be open and conscious here. If you're a vegan, I might wonder about you, because then you may never know the wonder of Shake Shack.)

2. Do you frequently wonder why the east side of New York mostly only has the green line, the most hated line of them all, well known for its frequent jerkery and unpleasant cramming against other bodies?

3. Do you know the Avengers or the Ultimates? Specify which!

4. ... Or the X-Men? Though I think they're kinda defunct these days.

5. What about that masked menace Spider-Man? Though I've heard rumors that his reputation's looking up lately. I wonder what's going on with that.

6. If none of these are familiar, do you have masked superheroes in your world?

7. ... Do any of these masked superheroes include Batman and Superman? (Though we're using mask in a loose sense here.)

8. If none of the above, do you use a lightsaber? I need to get your autograph.

That's all! I guess I fail at twenty questions. But I think I got us started, so uh, let's get the ball rolling.

[ooc: as a brief note, questions 1 and 2 refer to NYC staples for all the NYC characters. Shake Shack is a super popular burger establishment and the green line is an often overly packed line that services a large portion of the city. all times are rush hour on it.]

Who: Thorfinn and you!
Where: Outdoors, AT SOME PLACE??? Somewhere. Pick and choose.
When: morning~noon of june 12th, I am flexible.

I'm sure you're sick of the newer arrivals already, right? Sorry to say that this one won't really help you either. With his getup of thick, medieval winter garb, and how he's a little weird in how he moves—cautiously, with erratic changes between walking forward and then whirling around, as if having heard something, even when it seems like there wasn't any noise at all—he's a glaringly obvious anomaly. To make matters worse, or at least a little more complicated, his fists—which repeatedly move up, poising to protect himself or something like that, before returning to a somewhat-neutral position (as neutral as one can be when he seems like he's on a hair-trigger)—have two shortswords planted in them, and while he doesn't look nervous or panicked at all, the sour expression on his unappealing mug and his alertness might be an indication that he's not afraid to use these at any given time, especially to those who might want to approach him.

There is a point, though, when the faint sound of a cell phone ringing can be heard, and he jumps, startled—wildly swirling around to find the noise, only to realize that it's coming from his own pocket. It's then that he throws the cell phone on the ground, which, incidentally causes the following feed:

* * * video * * *

[ while the feed shows nothing but dirt, you can hear someone cursing. ]

What the hell—[ and then a few footsteps, slow and precise, before there's a pause.

and then the feed shifts, like something's poking the phone. ]

.. The hell is this? [ of course, thorfinn isn't one to listen to people's explanations, and as soon as they had told him he was fictional, he'd blocked off whatever other ~helpful~ explanations they'd tried to give him—so it's not surprising that he doesn't know what this is, nor does he have any hold on the situation right now.

another poke, before there's the sound of steel rubbing against dirt; a glint of metal can be seen when the phone flips over, naturally not of its own accord, but of thorfinn's accord. or his knife, rather, as he's handling the phone with nothing but.

something one can notice when they see the boy is, firstly, that he's dirty and bruised, especially in the face, as if still healing from a fight—but his dirtiness isn't merely just from the fight, but years and years of habit and lack of care. rather than a head of hair, he looks like he has a blonde bird's nest, and his brown eyes are barely visible and glaring at the camera, and it's clear that he has.. absolutely no idea what this device is. secondly, while his expression of apparent continual grumpiness and lack of light in his eyes shouldn't belong to any child, he looks to be physically small enough to be one.

with a squint, he crouches near the device, as if having determined that the strange object wasn't going to harm him, and.. pokes it. with the knife. repeatedly, until one of his pokes hits a button and the phone trills, and he moves back instantly, blinking in bewilderment. ]

What in—Odin's name—!?

[ ... another poke, another beep, and more bewilderment. rinse and repeat. ]

* * * end video * * *

... although while you could certainly take the chance to approach him while he's bemused by the smartphone, you could meet him somepoint else in his grumpy walk.

[ you know who has two thumbs and is over this? this girl. it hadn't been the first time she'd woken up in a hospital bed with a dim memory of the last twenty-four hours, but natasha had to admit it was a little unique to be told that she was previously fictional and now she'd somehow become real. right. let's talk to the nice people and see how this goes. ]

I was looking forward to a long island vacation, but this wasn't quite what I meant.

[ a long sigh. mostly a put-on, but hey, some of it is actual exasperation. she wanted to be on a beach somewhere far away from space aliens. ]

Is there anyone around here who actually knows what is going on? Who hasn't just arrived, but who's been here and has some solid information?

[ she'll address the whole 'fictional' thing later. when she's not managing her temper underneath the surface of collected calm. ]

Who: Thor and you!
When: Probably around the same time as Loki's intro.
Where: Near the other Thor craters, but you might see Thor before that.
What: Arriving. Causing storms. Making craters.

( when thunder rolls )

[So yeah, remember that lion? Behold the fluffy orange monstrosity, looking terribly harmless and purring as she holds up the cat to the video. Sif herself is remarkably intact, except for some nasty rips in the cloth of her cloak and her sleeves, and a nice new scratch across the stomach of her armor- and she also looks like she'd like to be cramming her sword down someone's throat right about now.]

I suppose someone thought it would be humorous to summon a demon, disguise it as a cat and set it loose. I, however, am sorely tempted to drown the thing- [And you wouldn't know it from how its purring like an engine-] - and cram my sword down its master's throat for good measure for being so idiotically careless.

You can come forward and claim responsibility, or, should you prove a coward, I can hunt you down like I did your pet. I leave it to you to decide.

[FOR THE LAW OF SIF IS HARSH.]

That goes for the other cat as well.

All right, everybody listen up! Due to the flood of reports concerning a large, tawny, predatory cat running loose in and around town, the police force is initiating a hunt. This is going to be undertaken systematically and professionally, and we're requesting the public's assistance.

First: We need everyone to stay indoors as much as possible. Large predators are very dangerous and can be very unpredictable. Do not approach it, and do not run. If you have to go out, stick together in groups and don't dawdle. Cats have very good night vision, so don't assume that going out at night is the answer.

Second: If you see the creature, call emergency services or our hotline: 1-800-244-2287 or 1-800-BIG-CATS. Be quick, clear, and precise. What did you see, where did you see it, what was it doing, where are you now.



The police department, with the assistance of the New Moore Avengers, will be organizing a city-wide search using a variety of techniques and equipment ranging from canine units to infrared cameras during the evening hours - which makes it even more imperative for pets and people to be kept indoors. We'll be attempting to capture the cat, find out where it came from, and get it to a place where it won't cause problems for the city.

Any questions?

So, now I have two report cards for two different sophomore years.

Same grades for both, which is a little funny, since when I was actually a high school sophomore things were a little more up and down.

And I now remember having attended way more parties and sports games than I ever made it to when I was actually in high school. I'm definitely going to have to hit the beach more often this summer. Maybe stock up on my R & R, since I'm going to be doubling my courseload next year.

Nico, there's no uniform needed for the New Brew. Dress classy, but that's just a general guidelines and I'm sure you'll do fine with it. Actually, when you come by for your first shift, remind me and I'll give you some money out of the cashbox for it; Ianto always kept me in blazers and silk ties when I was working for him. We'll continue the tradition.

Jason, as soon as we're closed for the evening I'll come by and help clean up after that after-party.

After that, I don't care if I was just there yesterday -- it's beach time again. Nico, Jason, Steph, Souji, Yosuke, Ramona, Kate, Victor, Loki, Noh-Varr, Feliks, -- who's in?

And does anybody know whose phone number is written on my hand ?

You know, I've decided. This school year was pretty okay. Even with me failing ethics on a technicality and the fact that the school is still deep into lacrosse denial-- I keep telling you guys, frisbee is where it's at-- we still had some good times. I mean, at least five different people set the chem lab on fire near finals. New record! By the way, none of those were me.

But let's try for bigger next year, yeah? Really show the big guys who rocks. How 'bout it?

If they were going to send a team to face us, the least they could have done was to ensure they could actually pose a proper challenge. Any defender who cannot take a hit doesn't deserve his spot in the first place.

[Except she probably hit him in the groin with her stick.]

I expect better next year. I will go so far as to return just to make sure this school is not a hopeless wasteland of so few sports and poor training, so that at least future generations do not have to be as bored as I was.

wasnt me.

[A very angry, very teenage Carol is frowning at the screen.]

I hope I can get out of here soon. I just want to get in to basic training as soon after I turn 18 as humanly possible. The community college here is nice, but I have bigger plans than that.

Whatever, graduation is just around the corner. I guess I'll just get a job until I get released. Maybe I can get some pre-reqs out of the way at the community collage. The credits probably won't transfer, but it's better than doing nothing.

[She huffs]

Anyways, can I spend the night with someone? I'm pretty sure my roommate might be plotting to kill me in my sleep.

So of course when I bother to do this in person nothing actually happens. Been sitting here for hours. Of course nobody notices, that's the point, but it's the part where nobody understand tha gets to me.

It's about priorites. That's all it is,. So sometimes I get upset about things that don't bopther anybody else. And maybe I don't get as angry or heartbroken as everyone seems to think I should about other things. That doesn't mean I don't care. Didn't care. Whatever.

It really doesn'ty, Kate. I wasn't going to make a scene. We're driends. if that doesn't change the rest honestly doesn't botehr me thatr much. But I still acre. You know that I

Anyway. Honestly/ Everyhjing is going all right. Not well, not on plan, but everyone expecting me to be misrabl; and broken up or anythinh is going to be disappointed, because I've got it all

Well. Not under control. But I don't need control. When you're in the wayerf you never have contropl but that doesn't mean you can't float. Knowing hwo to surf is just the same.

I'm going to ghet up and walk over to Conmrda's now. If i'm going to look like an idiot is't better to do it where everybody knows tyour name.

[She isn't typing out anything, are you crazy?]

Now then. Real, not real, I can't say the topic is one that interests me very much. Whether one views me as either matters little. Besides, there must be more interesting topics.

Such as just what does a girl do for fun around here, hm? A night spent canvasing the town and I can't say as I've come up with very much at all. Do direct me though, darlings. I don't enjoy being bored.

Is this thing even on?

[ clears his throat ] Hello. This is James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise. Apparently I have been kidnapped against my will to be subjected to an existential crisis. A really badly thought out one.

Kidnapping a Starfleet officer is a Federal offense. So the sooner I get back to my ship, the better it would be for everyone.

Any thoughts on how to do that?

Who: LITERALLY EVERYONE. Especially anyone who doesn't actually go to this school.
What: IT'S PROM TIME. COME MAKE HOT MESSES OF YOURSELVES IN FRONT OF YOUR PEERS WHILE LOOKING LIKE 20'S REJECTS!
Where: The, uh. The school?
When TODAY. TONIGHT. CAPS LOCK. Saturday the 18th to clarify and be useful for half a second.
Why: Because Principal Buddy Dinkerton decreed that it should be so. Also, what is life without awkward dancing, and repeated attempts to spike the punch bowl, and Prom King Agent Coulson graciously leading us all? Nothing, that's what.


IT'S A LOG, HEY, IT'S A PROM LOG! Because I'm a stickler for organization AND ALSO I think it would help a bit, Imma give you all some subheadings to post under for all your different-parts-of-prom-night-shenanigans needs. Feel free OF COURSE to post top-level comments outside of the subheadings. Be free, buck the system, etc.

Here's your plot post if you need it, plus your prom court election results.

I WILL EDIT THIS ONCE I AM DONE WITH MY SUBHEADINGS SO GIVE ME A MOMENT, YO. DONE, YO. GO YE FORTH.