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carl rarely ever got a peaceful sleep. he usually stayed up, often as a preference to actually sleeping. he’d lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, or he’d watch tv or play video games. he’d been in washington with his father and sister for six months now, but he felt like he’d never get adjusted. he’d never settle in. tonight had been no different. he’d been up since... well, he’d lost track of how long he’d been awake for. how long he’d been laying in bed doing nothing for. at least, until a small figure pushed his door open and walked into his room, making a bee-line for his bedside. “can’t sleep, jude?” he said as he sat up, before he decided maybe a walk would help her fall back asleep. he picked her up and left the apartment, his hat, oversized, resting on his sister’s head. he’d planned to put it on himself, but she had ultimately decided she wanted to wear it. out of habit, he still has a knife on him, and his hand almost goes for it when someone else enters the lobby. he relaxes ever so slightly at what was hopefully a friendly face. he hadn’t seen too many of those back in his world. “i don’t usually sleep period. was hoping fresh air might help my sister go back to sleep.” he replied as the toddler in his arms eyed the man curiously, before pointing to his feet, which carl quickly realized was a prosthetic. “judith,” he sighed, pushing her arm down before his gaze returned to the man. “sorry.”

– He’d w o k e n in the night suddenly, the dreams that he wanted to have evading him, and the nightmares that he wished to avoid finding him. Lawrence knew that he’d have to act quickly; otherwise, he would remain beneath his blankets for hours, frozen in his fear and unable to sleep. Throwing a robe on his quaking body, and a slipper on each foot– one prosthetic, one flesh– Lawrence traveled to the lobby of his apartment building. His first instinct was to have some tea, and it seemed that another shared his idea. “Can’t sleep either?” he asked the other softly, hoping that his wish to chat would be reciprocated. 

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“new years eve’ll do that to you. absinthe? shit, i got wasted on that once in freshman year of college. never again. i don’t know if i have any whiskey on me, but you want some coffee or something?”

“i’ve probably gotten drunk on it before. i almost can never keep track of what i have and haven’t drank. probably safe to assume i have drank almost everything at this point. people talk about nursing and getting better after hangovers but the real answer is to just drink more.” she says as she shakes her head in response to the coffee comment, proceeding instead to pull a bottle of whiskey out of her bag. she twists the lid off and sips from the bottle. 

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“Yeah, we are a non-profit homeless shelter.” Luna explained before her words were robbed from her at his next statement.  He was right it did sound crazy, it sounded absurd and she didn’t know how to respond.  “I can assure you sir, no type of apocolypse happened here.” She assured him.

“trust me, that much is obvious,” he laughed dryly as he shook his head. “do you know how people end up here? i mean i’ve... figured out by now that we’re in dc, at the very least, but... i still don’t know why, or how.” jesus sighed, his eyes falling to the ground for a moment. “i’m sorry if these are confusing questions.”

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laura’s arms fold over her chest as she looks over at scott summers, otherwise known as cyclops, an unamused look on her face as she stares him down without a word. “get up,” she rolled her eyes. “i’m not helping you.” she says simply, her unamused look forming into a rather bored one. “get up and i’ll get food with you, i guess?”

“Pretty sure the last training session wiped me out. Sometimes I forget I’m still a student and that I need my rest.” Oh no, he never really forgets that, but sometimes the life of a fitness trainer was tough, “I hate teenagers. I hate teenagers who go to the gym to take photos of the equipment they don’t even know how to use.”

“And because you touched me last you’re required to feed me and nurse me back to life.” He jokes, turning his head to the other and grinning innocently, “Just kidding. Kind of, but I do need to eat.” Leader of the X-Men my ass.

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lara sighed, arms folding over her chest as she looked around at their surroundings, barely even registering the blonde or her question at first. “pardon me?” she says as she turns to her, a slightly puzzled look on her face. “oh! right, yes, you asked where we are. definitely washington, dc. this makes no sense.” she shook her head. “were you anywhere near dc before you showed up here? i need to know i’m not crazy, because i was on an island called yamatai, off the coast of japan.” she glances down at herself, seeing that she’s covered in what must be a mix of dirt and blood from various injuries she’d received while trying to save sam and escape from yamatai. she’s still got her axe, pistols, bow and quiver, which puts her at ease ever so slightly. not nearly enough to calm her down or explain things. various bandages can be seen on her legs, arms and torso. “bloody hell,” she mutters.

beth remembered it. she remembered dying. she remembered the scissors, how she had been intending to do it. intending to make sure that noah got home, even if that had meant she wouldn’t. she remembered the look on dawn’s face. and then nothing. nothing. and then… there was light. then she woke up, blue eyes searching the place around her. no walkers, no blood, no decimation of the city. nothing. it looked… normal. beth’s eyes darted around and she raised her eyes to meet someone else. “where– where am i?” she asked, her voice small.

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moana laughed softly as she smiled over at ariel. “i never thought of it like that! i mean, when i was little, all i wanted was to leave the island. to adventure the sea, you know? see all that the world had to offer. go beyond the reef. but my father believed it was too dangerous. i mean... after i restored the heart of te fiti,  everything was normal again. we started to sail. as much as i miss them, i’m starting to like the idea of a new adventure.” she grinned. “oh! did i introduce myself? my name is moana. it means 'ocean’.”

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“i felt the same way. everything about this world is so strange, but i’m slowly getting used to it all. and i did always say i wanted adventures, so this is just another one, right? and the food is amazing in every way.”

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sad lara (feat. jonah)

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You saved me. I knew you would.

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we become who we are meant to be.

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eyes widen as peter passes someone on the street only for his senses to go off, causing a frown to fall across his face and his brows knit together, looking around for any sign of danger. he’s even more confused when he can’t find anything. nothing at all. then, barely a minute later, someone his age approaches him and says something that only manages to confuse him more - if it were possible in the first place. “wait... how did you know that?” he says at first, before he realizes his senses are going off in reaction to the others. “hold on, you got bit too? you have powers? who are you?” his mind is running a mile a minute, and he’s got so many questions. “i’m peter parker. spider-man.”

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between getting stuck in dc and being unable to contact his parents, miles had been having a weird and bad week.  his only guess is that he’s been pulled to another universe, except nothing here seems to going all that wrong - he hasn’t been having problems - and he’d have expected to be in new york, not dc.  but it’s not like he’s run into anyone that’s been able to offer up any kind of explanation to him.  miles is walking down the street, trying to think of a way to get back home, when he feels a familiar prickle at the back of his skull, and he stops short, casting a look around.  “someone else,” he says under his breath, catching sight of the other boy.  miles casts a furtive look around before jogging over to him.  “you’re like me.  right?  uh, got bit by a spider?”

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“volunteer?” jesus repeated, his brows knitting together before he shook his head. “i don’t think i’m here for either, actually. i was hoping maybe you’d help me understand what’s going on... here. in this city. this’ll sound crazy, but one minute i was in a post-apocalyptic wasteland with the dead roaming free, and the next i’m here. i’m a little confused on where, why and how i’m here.”

Luna was busy giving out relief packages, warm blankets, jackets, undergarments, and tolietries for females.  Winters were hard enough on the homeless population, after the attack on the whitehouse, she felt like giving back was more then necessary to help those around her.  Putting forth more good energy to counter act the bad, “Hey! are you here to volunteer?” Luna questioned when she noted someone who stood out of place among her usual guest in the center.  “Or are you here for something? No judgements either way.” Luna offered with a warm smile.

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« is that the sun?! please don’t tell me the sun is already up. » (from lily to your choice!)

meme day // not accepting !

“obviously the sun is up, that’s what it does,” hela replied, her arms crossed over her chest as she rolled her eyes. “it’s half-past-ten. why are you so surprised about the sun?” she raised a brow, only slightly intrigued about the midgardian woman’s reasons. “midgardians are strange.” she sighed.

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« just five more minutes. i think i went to sleep like, right now… » ( Link to a muse of your choice ! )

meme day // no longer accepting !

laura raised a brow as she looked down at the man, proceeding to nudge him once more with her foot. she had also drank, but it had no affect on her. maybe at one point she felt a little tingly, but she wasn’t capable of getting drunk. her healing prevented that. “sleep is for the weak. get up. you should eat something... or something. i don’t know. i’m not the hungover one.” though, she had probably drinking as much as the other had been, so that one would be fun to explain if he asked.

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@tragcdysewn, continued from here !

jessica groaned in response, her head falling into her hands as she sunk into the couch. “i drank about double from what i usually drink. clearly i need to up my tolerance. or maybe i’m just not used to absinthe. pretty sure that’s what it was. i need some whiskey.”

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@seraphichearts, continued from here !

rowena chuckled as she looked over at castiel, a smug smirk on her face. “oh, no, darling. the headache comes from whatever you drank last night. unless you’re saying that i am the headache, because in that case,” she paused and scoffed. “you’ve hurt my feelings, dear.” though, her smile didn’t falter. “yes, you called me. you called me wanting your powers back, which i can help with... for a price, of course.” she grinned.

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wade had to hold back a laugh as he looked over at the woman. he was grinning behind his mask, but that was barely visible. he wasn’t hungover, despite having drank so much, but that was a side effect of his regenerative healing. nonetheless, a dick drawn on someone’s face was fucking amusing to him. had he drawn it? no, no, surely he was more mature of that... right? HA! as if. of course not. he had totally drawn it, but he wasn’t about to admit that. “no, i have no idea who drew that thing. are we gonna split up and search for clues, daphne?”

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i heard soda helps with the hangover. want some? // diana & jessica drew

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“i’d love soda right about now, if it really helps,” jessica sighed as she got off the couch she was laying on and to her feet, forcing out a smile towards diana. “i’m suddenly reminded of all the reasons why i don’t drink. or rather why i don’t drink a lot. i can’t believe i’m about to admit this, but i could probably be considered a wine mom.”