valini_morse:

 Unsurprisingly, SHIELD had plenty of people who stress-baked, used cooking as an outlet, or just like tinkering with food (in and outside the Biolab). This widespread trend in culinary skills made Thanksgiving more of a gastric marathon than a hearty meal and emails would go around jokingly about fasting on Tuesday and Wednesday to prepare, or rooms commandeered and stuffed with pillows and blankets for the post-eating/drinking food comas.

The buffet tables were daunting to say the least, groaning boards living up to their name, and by the time you went up for seconds, the spread was different. After a tragic mix up between the hot mustard and nacho cheese, all the dishes were clearly marked with what was in them, and even some suggestions for pairing written in pencil by previous grazers. Val went for the mulled wine first, for liquid courage.

valini_morse:

 Val walked through the hallway with the white "Thank You! Have a Nice Day!" bag swinging by her side, savory and tempting smells trailing behind it.  She didn't mind fighting dirty when she needed to get her way, she had to crack a very tough shell before even getting to the hard part. Reaching the door marked "Hoskins, J", she settled herself and knocked on the door. Everyone knew where he was, seeing as he refused to go to anywhere else since the service.  

sammyfury:

Along with the brain scans (to make sure it wasn't broken), and the body scans (to make sure the rest of her was healing), Sammy knew she'd have to talk to one of the psychologists. Her appointments were usually with Doctor Samson, but there were other, more important things taking up his time. She'd been willing to wait until he was free, but the deputy director overrode that by virtue of "because I said so!"

Sometimes it wasn't fair that Mom was the deputy director.

She managed to postpone it until after the funeral services were all attended, and then landed herself back in a med bed waiting for Dr. Morse to appear. Dr. Morse would be the one to decide if she could return to active duty. As far as cracked ribs would allow.

nextgen_parent:

It took a few days after the Helicarrier crashed - a few days to drag the river, check the hospitals...Nikki Coulson was MIA, presumed dead. Sammy had seen her in the lower levels a minute before impact, they'd been over the area with every scrap of tech and every ounce of man power SHIELD could scrape up looking for signs of life, and found none.

It had been a long time since Phil Coulson had been to the Helicarrier, and he didn't think it would be to try to recover his daughter's personal belongings. She had been a private woman, and the job....it had consumed her life for the last 10 years, there hadn't been anything else, Nikki had put every ounce of her time and energy into becoming a better agent - and now there was a hole in the ground with an empty coffin about to be put in it.

Stoic as usual, Phil waited in the back of the small chapel in Norfolk to greet the mourners, to robotically thank them, tell them Nikki would appreciate that they were there before the quiet service was to begin.

valini_morse:

It was a dark and stormy night, a solid downpour expected the smell of the air, and the grimiest corners of the city were doing their best to live up to expectations. There'd been a string of murders that the police were baffled but tight lipped over, and one victim's family had been driven to hiring a PI to get any answers.

Valini Morse, aka the Shrink, stepped out of the taxi to walk over to both the scene and her partner, scanning the corded off area. "Huh. Reminds me of my last break-up. Clingy bastard." With a sigh, she stuck her hands in her coat's pockets and looked over Lena's shoulder. "Whatcha got so far?"





Must contain: Silly agency name, forensics, fighting evil, fashionable trenchcoats and flowy scarves, molotov cocktails, motorcycle chase and seedy bar

valini_morse:

Since the weather finally broke from the spring chill and apparent desire to crawl back into winter, Val decided to have her coffee break outside in the sun in the manicured patio area. She had her note pad out, with both journals and cases loaded on it as well as that Tetris-crossword puzzle game, but she preferred just tipping her head back and basking in the warm sunshine for a while. Smiling at the sun, she sighed and opened her eyes to take a sip of her drink. Maybe she could move her desk out here...

valini_morse:

 Valini pushed around her noodles, searching for some more pork or shrimp to catch with her chopsticks. There nothing like a near-death experience to make wanting to get away from work and have a lunch out more often. "Well,  all in all, it sounds like you had a rather exciting time." She smiled sympathetically across the table to Lena, shaking her head. "I thought lab rats were supposed to stay in the labs, make new and interesting ways to melt our coffee cups or blow up tanks and generally stay out of trouble. Minimal exposure to the Day Star, lots of coffee at all times and leave all the trouble to the cowboy-types in SHIELD." 

valini_morse:


Her alarm went off, reminding that an appointment was coming up in five, a psych eval,  and she hit snooze before shuffling the mess into a loose stack for later. Desk cleaned up, she got herself a new cup of coffee and checked there'd be enough for the incoming client and others. She remembered the last time someone left the pot empty. It wasn't pretty. 

nextgen_holiday:

All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween as it has been come to be called, is a popular holiday with children and adults alike. It is a holiday that had its roots in the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain or Summer's End. Samhain celebrated the end of the "lighter half" of the year and the beginning of the "darker half".

On this evening the barriers between this world and the Otherworld were believed to be thin and the spirits, good and bad, of the dead could pass through. The spirits of the family's ancestors were welcomed in while evil and bad spirits were warded off by the wearing of masks and costumes. The costumes and masks disguised one as a harmful spirit and avoided harm from others.

It was also a harvest celebration and time to take stock of food stores for the winter. Livestock were slaughtered and the meat prepared for storage. It was the final harvest of the year and the crops were then stored for the winter. Celebrations included bonfires and tales of the family's ancestors.

It was a celebration of the dead and of the harvest.

Today we dress up in scary and not so scary costumes and masks and go door to door for candy or attend costume parties. It is a night for revelry, pranks and fun.

bio_nerd:

Publicly she grumbled just as much, okay fine, more than, most people when it came to the psych evals. Why should she have to leave her lab to sit in someone's office and talk about her feelings? Ugh, what a waste of time. Not to mention all the potential for awkward questions.

But there was a loophole. And that loophole came around whenever Val did the evaluations. Of course it required some secrecy, not everyone could know about this otherwise they'd all want it, so that meant the evaluation was scheduled in the evening, when most of the casual workers had left, and everyone still around was too busy.

There's a light knock on Valini's office door and Lena pokes her head in. For once she's out of the lab coat, a rather rare sight most days. "Hey! Annual proof-I'm-not-too-crazy time?"

shield_legacy:

Tim hated the yearly psych eval, but if he didn't get them they wouldn't let him play with all the cool toys. He didn't particularly like talking about himself or what was bothering him. He had a personal policy of never talking about personal things with people unless of course it was Sammy. Even she didn't know everything.

He made it to Valini's office and knocked on the door.

battle_shield:

 Director Fury was calling for an update on various operations. Josh's job was keeping track of developments from various criminal organizations and superhuman threats. As such, he was among those called.

sammyfury:

It wasn't often she missed Tim's birthday, but when she did, Sammy tried to make up for it by going over her birthday budget. Tim was her oldest, best friend. He knew where her skeletons were hidden and what alibis worked best when she was up to no good.

That deserved special attention.

A box 'appeared' in his lab. Inside he would find packages of cookies and brownies, gift cards to sporting goods stores and iTunes, and an extra large tee shirt with the Superman logo on the front. Instead of an S, there was a T stretched across it. She included a card written in code and a plastic decoder ring for fun.