Jean leaves a note for Scott on his old email..
I'm using an old address, so I do hope this gets to you. I am planning to have coffee near Central Park - you know where- Saturday afternoon. I will look a little different, but I doubt you'll have a problem picking me out. If you desire, I will like to see you.
Scott had mostly been keeping to himself since he'd returned to the mansion. He was slowly trying to get back into a normal routine, but he found that his heart just wasn't in it these days. He felt like a large part of him was missing. But, each day got a little easier and he was gradually starting to feel a little better.
After a job this morning, Scott had decided to head out to the garage. Maybe if he tinkered with the cars for a bit, it would distract his mind from thoughts of...No, he didn't even want to think her name. He grabbed his tools, and popped the hood on the Mercedes. Yes, it was probably already in perfect shape, but he began taking the engine apart and cleaning everything out. Yup, this should keep him busy for a while.
Who: Dr. Strange and [open to anyone]
What: Vampires hunting in his neighborhood leave the Doc inclined to do a bit of neighborhood clean-up.
When: Monday night
Where: Dark alley in Greenwich Village
Rating: may reach R for violence if the Doc finds what he's looking for....
Full moons weren't actually the worst times for supernatural violence, in Dr. Stephen Strange's experience. In fact, except for the werewolf crowd and the odd (literal) lunatic, no real predator wanted to be active when the streets were all romantically lit with a shiny silver glow--it was just common sense. No. It was nights like tonight, the sliver moon hidden behind low broody clouds and rain-scent on the wind, that you had to be careful. Just like muggers, your average thing-that-went-bump-in-the-night preferred to hunt in low visibility.
It was just vampires on the hunt again. It shouldn't have concerned him, not next to the cosmic-level crap that he found himself dealing with on a daily basis. The whole thing was textbook. Whisperings about disappearances, police even more disinterested than usual, neighbors suddenly unwilling to talk--and shifty Goths with arcane tattoos lurking around on nearby streetcorners. All very tidy--these perpetrators were experts at covering up their kills--but the ghosts of over a dozen dead women still walked the streets in his very neighborhood.
Perhaps it was territoriality, or a sense of wounded pride at having those things hunting not twenty blocks from his door. There were the innocent to consider, of course. And the sense that one should keep one's neighborhood up. Civic duty and all.
And so, a slim figure in a long dark overcoat that gleamed redly under streetlamps roamed the streets with apparent aimlessness, slight deliberate stagger to his walk, eyes half-lidded as he stretched out his arcane senses to sweep the area around him. He could have been a drunken playboy with an odd sense of style, or perhaps an eccentric professor who had overdone his night on the town. Inside, however, he was solidly determined to find those vampires and make an end to these predations, tonight.
But when he finally sensed something odd, he paused a moment, blinking and looking around somewhat blearily. That wasn't what I was expecting to run across tonight....
Who: Iron Man and [OPEN TO ANYONE]
What: Tony's coming back from a successful outing and runs into--maybe trouble?
When: Friday night
Where: Starting over Queens/New York City
He hadn't expected to find that big of cache of Stark Industries weapons in Columbia. He was glad he found them; weapons in the hand of a drug cartel was just as dangerous as his weapons in the hands of terrorists. He sighed as he saw the familiar skyline of NewYork come into range of his sight, and even that was a bittersweet feeling. It just didn't look the same anymore.
The World was just a very different place. He didn't know if he liked it this way.
Tony made sure he flew in low, to stay off the military radars. It was the deal he'd made with Rhodey--as long as he stayed off the grid, Lt. Col. Jim Rhodes would make sure he didn't get shot down. it was a pretty good deal, in Tony's eyes. The skyline of New York got bigger and bigger, and there was a relief in his body. As much as he loved the suit...being cooped up in it took a lot out of him, and he wanted a drink. Not even an alcoholic one, just a big cold bottle of Poland Springs.
That was...until his sensors caught something down below and focused in on it.
The Marvel Team-Up Role Playing Game officially begins.
This game is being rebooted, revamped and restarted.
Game begins 5/23/08.
Until further notice, all previous plotlines are voided.