the logs

Who: Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers
Where: The Baromanogernesons
When: May 15th
What: Discussing the phone call.
Warnings: Googly eyes. L words like liberation. Vague allusions to non-consensual medical trauma.

( than a town with no cheer )

Who: Kenzi Malikov-Rumlow, Matt Miller, Poe Dameron
Where: Bucky's room, and then around town!
When: Matt's thread is on May 4th after this. Poe's thread is May 14TH
What: Kenzi "borrows" her "cousin's" room to talk to her "ex-boyfriend" about what the shit is going on. Later, Kenzi sees a very advanced roomba rolling around the street and NEEDS TO INVESTIGATE!
Warnings: Probably strong language. Some heavy topics? Mostly stupidity. Will update as needed.
[Closed]

May 4th - Matt

So Jefferson hadn't been at the tea shop Kenz had sent Matt to, that's fine. Probably better, actually, considering she doesn't want people to know about them. Not that any of it actually HAPPENED! Except... it might have happened? But probably didn't. Whatever. Either way, she doesn't want to go spreading the news that she was associated with this giant nerd that barely knows how to talk to girls and somehow managed to get into her pants for what proved to be an UNDERWHELMING ENCOUNTER! How the hell did that lead to a brief relationship? Who knows. The less people it gets around to, the better.

Kenzi drags Matt from main street, all the way to a house. Not her house where she lives with her husband, though. That would be STUPID! Seriously, really dumb. Especially when there are cameras everywhere. No thanks. Instead, she brings him to her cousin's house. Specifically, his bedroom. A place they can talk without being ratted out to the popo and locked up for disturbing some shit! Because that is a thing that keeps happening and Kenzi is way too cute to go to prison. Again. Shut up.

Tugging Matt by his wrist the entire way, she pulls him into Bucky's bedroom and shuts the door behind them with a huff. She doesn't want Steve or Nat to see this guy. It's bad enough she had to tell Bucky! He gave her that stupid half smile he does with his stupid face and she wanted to punch him. It's not LIKE that. God.

At least now they could talk.

"Okay, spill. What do you remember? Let's start there." Because it's probably not much and she needs to know which blanks need to be filled.


May 14th - Poe

Whaaaat the FUUUUUCK is that thing? It looks like a rice cooker sitting on top of a beach ball. Seriously, what IS that? Just rolling down the street-- is this some kid's science fair project? Kenzi has to investigate. She's gotta see this thing up close.

Of course, when it's like... almost a block away and on the other side of the street, she ends up looking like a crazy person chasing after this WEIRD CONTRAPTION, but that's fine, probably. It's cool. Someone's gotta be around here with a remote control for it, right? Maybe if she just... gets up behind it and shouts--

"HEY! WHOSE THINGY IS THIS?"

Who: lydia martin & allison argent
Where: their shared bedroom in the t.wolf gal household
When: some may night
What: lydia has been fighting with some strange memory flashes and cuddles with allison for comfort.
Warnings: probably gals being pals.
[Closed]

[ She can still hear the whispers in the forest, repeating like the echo of an old record in her head. But it isn't the loudest voice anymore. This time they aren't harsh and spread like a call through the wind. These float within her ears in a more casual manner, presenting itself more in the way of a memory than anything else. A memory — a peculiar thing, really, since Lydia had once been so confident of those. Hard to be a genius without something of a photographic recollection.

But everything lingers like a haze these days. Since the hospital. Since she stumbled down the road in the bitter cold, naked save for a faint layer of a hospital gown. It'd all been a strange turn of events that day, something that had tugged frantically at her mind when she'd walked out, tugging and tugging, until —

Until Allison had saved her.

Allison.

Lydia slips out of her bed, bare feet carefully stepping onto the floor in a quiet, careful manner before tiptoeing across the room. There's a slight creak when the weight of her body lowers onto the mattress of the other bed, but she quickly finds her comfort after tugging the sheets over her body and her fingers stretch over the shoulder of the sleeping girl. ]

Allison? [ It still sounds so strange from her lips, saying it out loud. Like she's calling out into the darkness to a ghost. She might as well be. ]