#alsofromfresno

[ofbatons-archive-blog]

Bobbi hadn't meant to get so drunk, but this really cute girl had kept buying her shots. Then they made out for a while, knowing that they were both too drunk to do anything more than kiss. She's gotten the girl's number, though, and she'd stumbled out of the bar, wandering toward her friend James's place. He let her crash there all the time, even when she climbed in through the window and passed out on his couch. 

She got to the apartment and climbed up the fire escape with a little difficulty, jimmying open the window. It was harder than usual to open, but after a few tries, she slid it open and dropped inside. She collapsed on the couch, kicking off her shoes, and was asleep within minutes. 

[fiivealarmfiire]

"So, I heard you've been threatening to duck tape me."

[onlytryingtohelp-archive]

"Need a hand?" (alsofromfresno)

My muse has been injured and is struggling to get dressed. Send "Need a hand?" for their reaction to your muse offering to help.

It seemed to be a SHIELD trait, the inability to stay down when you'd gotten hurt, to actually accept that bed rest was what you needed. She was a biochemist and a medic to boot, she knew better and yet there she was struggling to get her clothes on and get out of her bunk. She glanced up as Kay entered the room and promptly offered to help. 

"No, I'm fine," she said, despite the fact that she clearly wasn't and she was struggling to get the blouse up her arms, never mind buttoned up. 

[ofbatons-archive-blog]

"So how many million times have you had to tell people stories about your grandfather?"

[gazeintoeternity-blog]

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      He is a guardian, yes, but today, he is a warrior. There is too much being hidden from his All-Sight on Midgard, and he doesn't know how or why, and there is only one solution. He has to attend to it himself. He can, of course, project himself to Asgard and warn the king and queen of anything else that needs their attention, but the golden realm got along before he was there, and it will have to do so in his absence.

     In an instant, he transports himself to the surface of Midgard, and applies an illusion to himself so that he looks to be wearing normal clothing. He doesn't want to risk not having his armor on, but at the same time, it might catch too much attention-- not that he won't anyway at his towering height. As he turns around the corner, heading towards the source of the disturbance in his vision, he collides with a young woman.

     "My apologies," he says gravely, helping her to her feet. "Are you hurt?"