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Rest, Recovery, and Hero Talk @ 01:46 am

[info]dolemecknight:
Current Location: Derek's Apartment, NYC
Current Mood: relaxed

Dolemeck was encouraged to take two weeks off of work from his boss, after suffering a gun shot to his shoulder. At the hospital he was told how lucky he was that the bullet did not sever an artery in his shoulder, and that he did not bleed out. He also was hit on a bit by a few nurses who saw him without a shirt on, much to his shock and discomfort. he was happy when he was discharged and told to get plenty of bed rest and keep the would clean and bandaged properly. As he would have issues with changing his own bandages, he agreed to stay with Derek in his apartment and be cared for until he no longer needed to bandage and clean his wounds.

It had been a few days since he had been shot, and Derek had to explain to him about guns, bad people, and that Dolemeck should probably tell his parents what had happened. Dolemeck took these lessons to heart, but refused to call Bob and Venus up, feeling ashamed that he got hurt on his first day of work.

"Derek, I do not know how to thank you for such kindness." Dolemeck smiled, hissing as he held on to his shoulder while laying down on the couch in his cousin's apartment. "But we must talk. I wish to talk about us becoming heroes. I feel as though this is our fate... that or what I am feeling is that medicine that the doctors prescribed for me for the pain."
 

Follow the Snarky Fortune Cookie @ 07:15 pm

[info]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." 
 

No news is being good news and this news is being bad news @ 08:59 pm

[info]needsmoredakka:

Red was, in general, a very happy sentient. He had a job he enjoyed, he got to shoot people with very large guns. Min-Dee in R&D gave him tummy rubs and experimental weapons that were probably illegal in some sectors of the universe. He had good friends, he liked a good drink, and a good fight. He got all of those.

Which made it more curious as to why he was in one of the Station's bars, trying very hard to get very drunk, as very quickly as he could.

It probably had something to do with the datapad on the table, full of mail from home.
 

One of a Kind @ 09:02 pm

[info]nextgen_cosmic2:

The Collector was always searching for unique and unusual items to add to his personal collection. He had numerous worlds filled with items he had collected over the eons. His attention had wandered away from Earth for awhile, but that changed. Now something unique caught his eye and he was determined to add it to his collection.

He landed on the front porch of the Defenders' compound. He blasted the door into oblivion and walked into the building.
 

Winston and Vlad hanging out and the X-Mansion. @ 11:04 pm

[info]sapphireprince:

Winston had gone into town to deal with some band drama. One would think a group of guys would be less drama filled that a damned girl group but no, there was always some sort of crap going down. After dealing with all their crap he decided to pick up a case since he was the type to share. If they went through the whole case he would be surprised. He hid the case in his duffle since he knew that Scott would freak out if he saw him with it, this way he figured he was being sneaky. He peeked his head into the rec room and saw Vlad. "Psst! Dude!" He stage whispered. "I got beer." He darted into the room and sat down next to him, putting the duffle between them. "It's in the bag." He needed less sketchy friends, he was starting to act like them.
 

Not-So-Hot Hands. (Meme, Hajime.) @ 11:10 pm

[info]hotlittlehands:

After all the previous revelations and recriminations, Keiji's contacts had come through with more specific information. Names to trace and sift through. Information continued to progress. Much progress was being made.
Well, on the manhunt. Not so much on the fixing things. But the only blaming Amiko there was Amiko. She decided to stop, for a while, worrying if she was failing her various responsibilities and her friend and actually go to see her friend. He should be finishing his grueling routine right about now.
 

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