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@starfrosted

-She saw him and he looked delighted until her eyes narrowed and her finger hit him right in a sensitive spot and he almost winced. He honestly didn’t realize she had enough strength to cause him any amount of pain and lightly rubs the spot she poked him.- “Mmph..Do I??”

“There’s a rumor going around--”-she started, her face already turning a hearty shade of pink. Brushing her bangs back, she tries to keep her voice even.- “Please, for the love of god, tell me you and Atros aren’t...” -She can’t even finish the sentence, it’s so horrifying to her.-

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@lordfruitloop

Noises slowly started to register to the half ghost as he drifted towards consciousness. The first thing he noticed was that his head hurt. Why did his head hurt so much? Next was that there was something on his hand… wait that was someone else’s hand. He cracked his eyes open, trying to keep most of the harsh light out as he turned to see who was next to him.

“Maggie?” His voice was rough from disuse. “What…?”

How did he end up in the hospital? How long had he been out?

He reached out to Plas but didn’t get much more than a half awake “I’m here”

What the hell happened?

The last several days had been stressful, to say the least. It had started with a panicked, tearful Max carrying on about an explosion in the lab, and how it was all his fault that papa was hurt. Unsure of how it had happened and how extensively Vlad was hurt, she had no choice but to bring him to the hospital. When he didn’t wake up, she couldn’t continue his care at home either.

Aside from the one time Scar offered to sit with him so that she could go home and shower, Maggie had sat vigilant at Vlad’s bedside, and it showed. Hair tied up in a haphazard bun, loose locks hanging all around her face, she looked up from her book with tired eyes.

“Vlad, thank god.” she murmured, squeezing his hand back. “How’re you feeling? You’re not in too much pain, are you?”

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-Happens to see her out about and makes it a point to position himself where she’ll have to walk right past him.- Why hello Mags! 💚 -Cheeky grin- ~Loki

-Oh, she sees him coming, and she doesn’t make any effort to avoid him. No, she strides right toward him, eyes narrowed. Stopping just short of running into him, she jabs a finger into his sternum.- “YOU. You have some explaining to do.”

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Sick Day || Ghostlyanon

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@ghostlyanon

Truth was that Annie’s body could be felt BURNING upon touch. But her own temperature and the feeling of her body came to disagree. No matter how many blankets she had at her disposal, she continued to pull more upon herself, foolishly thinking that if she did that, the terrible cold she felt would be gone soon.

“I-I think I might need another blanket…” Came the feeble voice from beneath the covers. The feverish girl had transformed into nothing but a talking lump of blankets. “Maybe I… Maybe I need another comforter…”

Frowning, Maggie gently brushed her knuckles against Annie’s forehead. It was burning hot, maybe even a little hotter than the last time she had checked. The potion she was brewing to help fight off whatever illness was plaguing her still needed a few more hours to simmer, so in the meantime she had to find ways to keep her comfortable.

“I’m just worried we might be over-heating you.” she said, dabbing at Annie’s forehead with a handkerchief. “I know these chills suck, but do you think you could tough it out just a little bit longer?”

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👀 Fox @ Mags

Send me “👀“ for my Muse to catch yours staring at them!

A little tipsy-- okay, a lot tipsy and lost in Bon Jovi’s lyrics, she nearly missed the look he gave her from across the room. Swaying her hips and her hair surprisingly to the beat, she glanced away from the screen for a moment and let out a small, sheepish guffaw. Already a bit rosy from a few rounds of shots, she turned at least 12 different shades of pink before settling on a bright, beet-red. “Woaaah! We’re halfway there--” She couldn’t finish the line though. Not now that she caught him looking. Now, she was a mess of giggles and snorts, doubled over with drunken glee.

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Drinking Buddies || Starkiendustries

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@starkiendustries

The brunette snickers at the comment and orders a round of beer for them both. She’s dressed rather unassumingly, donning a cozy pink turtleneck thick enough to dim her arc reactor’s light.

“It’s been hell,” she answers casually with a wink, “but the good kind. What about you? You look… older.”

"Yeah, well it’s been a few years.” she says, making herself comfortable in the corner of the booth and propping her legs up on the bench. “I’m not a teenager anymore. Or was that just a nice way of saying that I look like shit and need some sleep?” Snorting a short laugh, she gives her a crooked grin.

Both observations were fair enough to make. Mags had matured in quite a few ways since she had first encountered the team, and the dark rings around her eyes suggested that it had been at least 24 hours since she had slept last. It had been certainly been longer than that, thanks to her abilities, but she wasn’t about to let anyone else know that.

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@bifrostedflake

The opaque expression on her face is hard to interpret. Loki steps out onto the porch and closes the door behind her, brows raising as she looks between the flowers and Maggie. Gradually a gentle smile appears and she accepts them with a slight gracious nod of her head.

Looking to the side she shrugs her shoulders once. “I never officially asked for my keys back either, so…” -The trickster gestures to the keyhole on the front door.- “Shall we?”

Scrunching her face in a look of mild guilt, she slips the ring of keys out of her pocket and opens the portal to Loki’s study. It was exactly as she left it, not a thing out of place. However, Maggie had visited it what felt like hundreds of times to stare down the Eye of Agamotto, wrestling with a myriad of thoughts and emotions. She didn’t ever dare use it though.

“Sorry, I really should have done this with you a whole lot sooner than I did.”

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“I just want to help” - Machi to any of the three!

My muse is about to break down, send “I just want to help” to calm them while they’re crying. Alternatively send “I just want to be alone” for your muse to be breaking down.

Scrubbing the tears from her eyes, Maggie breathes a short laugh. She didn’t want to break down like this, especially in front of Machi. In her best effort to reign in the emotional outburst waiting to happen, she ruffles her hair affectionately and puts on her best smile.

“You’re already helping kiddo.” she assures her. “See? I’m already feeling loads better.”

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