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gwen sighed as she leaned her back against the wall, taking a sip of her iced coffee, “thank god this place has decent coffee, otherwise, it would have been another point on the con side of being here,” the blonde spoke with a raise of her eyebrow, “what is your stable that you can not live without? because mine is definitely coffee and my drum sticks.”
jean laughed softly at herself as she ran her flour covered hands in her red hair, a mess in front of her for baking. lifting her eyes up, her eyes glistened in the lights as she beckoned the other over, her telekinesis keeping the spoon stirring, “do you want to come and help? i could definitely use another set of hands or some company,” she spoke kindly, smile still on her face.
harriet’s been trying very hard not to roll her eyes at the whole situation. being trapped in another universe - with characters she’s read about in comic books - isn’t something you can write home about. if she could reach home, that is, which she can’t. she curses to herself, louder than she’d realised, then looks up quickly, feeling the presence of someone there. “that wasn’t at you- fuck, sorry. i’m in a bad mood. i apologise.”
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“How do you feel about all of this?” Nate asked the other regarding the mirrored world that was now their home. “It gave me the escape I needed. I can’t become the villain I was supposed to become if I’m stuck here, and I’d like to keep it the way.” He admitted. Nate truly did enjoy living in this part of the past. He didn’t particularly enjoy talking about himself being from the future and how he was supposed to become Kang the Conqueror, but for the current conversation it was fitting.
curled up with an oversized blanket covering her entire form, luca watches the small fire in front of her spit sparks, allowing the warmth of it to give her comfort, even if it’s just fleeting. “do you think we’ll ever get back home?” she asks, quietly.
“another one,” the russian called out to the bartender, slightly banging her empty shot glass on the counter before raising an eyebrow as she noticed the other next to them, “if you are just going to sit there, you might as well speak or take a shot with me. not like we are going anywhere else.” natasha hummed with a slight smirk before downing another shot of vodka placed in front of her.
tim doesn’t remember the last time he’s slept a full night. in the six weeks that have passed, tim has not rested. he’s attempted to follow as many leads as he could to try and figure this out, though that soon turned into him just following anyone and everyone that peaked his curiosity. which, considering the world they now exist in, meant that he was constantly in a state of intense curiosity. after a long night of searching and patrolling, tim finds his feet automatically leading him to his life source: starbucks. or, skcubrats, if the signs mean anything. “it can’t be too savage here if there’s a starbucks and a mcdonald’s, can it?”
Kyle was mainly staring out into space not really paying attention to what was going on around him, his eyes glowing a dim green as his mind drifted, causing a small green plate to appear in front of him, and then a construct cheeseburger formed on the plate after a moment. He then suddenly blinked, looking over between the other and the construct of the lunch he wanted.
“Shit, sorry, I had something else on my mind. What were you saying? I’ll pay attention this time, I swear...”
