#1972 event

[soulswordofoblivion]

Highway to Hell || Tony & Illyana

Well, the location given certainly made things easier. Illyana had been planning on checking there for people anyway, but now the venture was guaranteed to find people. And she was one of the best possibilities of a solution, which was important in its own right. 

She raised the Soulsword in front of her and concentrated, opening a teleportation disk under her. Limbo’s hellfire, the smoke, the screams, started rising beneath her feet while she concentrated on the location she needed to be and finally let the power snap through. A brief flash of Limbo, one only she ever saw, and then she was standing in the yard she’d only ever seen in pictures. Stark property. 

There was the most brief urge to run off, teleport quickly into the house and switch a few things around. Maybe block up a few of the toilets with the contents of Tony’s sock drawers, but really there was plenty of time for that when they were all home. No matter how much fun it might’ve been. 

Digging the point of the sword into the ground, Illyana leaned against it, unwilling to walk inside - there were rumors of Tony’s... more promiscuous nature and really, she didn’t have time to deal with it. Gross. Instead she settled for leaving the sword a moment and picking up a small rock to throw against the backdoor, “Hey. Stark. Solution is literally waiting out in your backyard.” 

[ironandsilk]

Not Digging It || Wanda & Elektra

She’d heard the summons, snarling immediately to feel another’s mind brush against her own and snapping up her defenses accordingly. It didn’t pry deep though, only spoke. Elektra resented the voice all the same, instincts screaming at her to instead stay as far away as possible from the property. She didn’t have any interest in connecting with others in the first place, but... Matt would be there as well. And being stuck in the 70s forever seemed like a poor choice. Regardless, her training would remain useful - there was no way in hell that should would be lowering those shields now, not knowing that a telepath was here as well. Especially one powerful enough to manage something like this in the first place. 

It was only a precaution that she canvased the area as though for a job. Watched as people began to trickle in from cover, letting shadows and training mask her presence while she ensured it wasn’t some sort of trap. At a familiar face approaching, however, Elektra was more satisfied that it might be safe - and if nothing else, then it would be good to combine her skills with a more known quantity. 

“Wanda,” She called, approaching slowly so as not to startle her. Most times, it was honestly amusing to shock people by appearing out of nowhere, but considering the other woman’s power set as it had been described? That might not be the best of choices. “I see you have been stranded here as well. Do you know anything about-” Elektra gestured vaguely towards the property, expression clearly skeptical, “Any of this, really.” 

[diamondfrost]

Emma did not appreciate whatever this nonsense was. One moment the minds she felt around her felt perfectly normal,angry and fearful perhaps, but still. Normal. This was clearly not normal. Suddenly, the minds seemed convinced she was in 1972. Which was ridiculous, utterly impossible, and yet- 

She convinced one of the women nearby to take her back to her home nearby and was ‘gifted’ with a set of... more fitting clothing. And started searching for any other minds that might have been displaced as she had. Following the thought trail, Emma stalked around, waving any humans off who attempted to speak to her until she found who she’d been looking for.

“You- you are not from here either, are you?”