sea_shelly:

They could have swam it, but Canada (and Alberta in particular), was quite the distance away from Atlantis.  And frankly, what was the point of being a Princess if you couldn't ride in style every now and then?  So the daughters of Namor were being taken home (or to the shore, at least), in an Atlantean Royal transport.

It was luxurious, if slightly military, but comfortable to say the least.  Marrina sat on one of the couches, idly munching on candied sea urchins.  Her father had introduced them to her on one of her last visits.

Her sister.  She was bringing a sister home.  There were probably going to be all kinds of diplomatic issues involved (especially once Emma Frost found out), but she would do everything she could to keep her sister safe.

"So..." she ventured.  "You told me a little about you.  Only fair if I talk too.  Anything in particular you want to know?"

anyastark:


To: Prince Dork (misha_romanov@xaviers.edu)
From: Anya Stark (anya_stark@starkindustries.com)
Subject: Sun and fun

Hey Dork,

I'm inviting the Avengers to the Tahiti house for a week. You're invited and so are the X-ers.

Leaving 5pm on the 4th. Coming back on Friday the 9th around 1pm.

Let me know how many are coming.


Anya.

discardedheir:

Pawn to e4.

"I hope you have been well," Kristoff politely says to Vincent von Doom, looking t him from across the board in the park.

iron_hide:

Justin Rhodes sits in the lobby and waits to be called. He's not sure what he's doing here, but something in him figures it's better to speak to Virigina Potts now rather than waiting for the stars to align for them to meet up. So he dressed in one of the suits his new sister bought for him and went to her office to make an appointment. That was Thursday, after his date with Christina.

Now, it was Monday morning, and he was here to visit his mother on the job. He hoped she was as inviting as Rhodey had been. Or that she didn't hate the idea of having an adult son from another dimension. He'd take either one.

"Mr. Rhodes, Miss Potts will see you now." the receptionist says.

"Thank you. " he says, rising from his chair. He takes a deep breath, and hopes that his heart doesn't choose to give out any time in the next half-hour, and walks toward the doors.