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[willnotwatch]

WHAT in person
WHERE outside
WHEN Day 124, evening

[weird.

the sun's setting early tonight in QM, and there's an eerie, almost transcendent feel to it. like you've been temporarily transported to a place where time passes even less than it does usually, and it seems like everything is suddenly very, very ancient and beyond your understanding.]

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[willnotwatch]

[someone is... buried? in the sand that's appeared all over, and appears to be breathing very shallowly...]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[


kicks some of the sand delicately aside and pokes him gently in the shoulder with her toes ]

[aintrunning]

[why the fuck i gotta sniff you out, cuz]







[lurking from higher up for a beat, pacing a few steps, before dropping down, absolutely full and heavy with a knife for the heart of this player]

[dranksforthememories]

[huh.

...flicks a pebble at him]

[selfidentitytheft]

[well that's not something you see everyday]

Mummified in a litterbox, what a way to go.

[coldhand]

[this partially buried person looks familiar. while she hasn't been invited to any rituals that would make her aware of the significance of being buried like this, Bucky has been in Wakanda long enough to recognize T'Challa's face, even partially obscured.

she crouches down beside him, frowning]

T'Challa?

[aahiyaaaaaa_ah]

[BOY I HATE WHATEVER'S GOING ON HERE.

Thor alerts when there's a person under there?? And rushes over]

Hey--? Can you hear me?

[starspangledman]

[paaauses, I know that guy in the sand??]

T'Challa?

[made_up_names]

[ Oh shit, someone's drowning in sand here?? Tho by the time Peter gets here surely T'challa's had a chance to sit up. ]

Hey, are you okay?

[appliedscience]

[ oh what in the fresh hell is this.

but also that appears to be a guy ]

Hey... hey, are you alright?

[defendless]

[thanks, zeno hates it he crouches close by though.] Rise and shine, mister.

[selfidentitytheft]

[bouncing on his toes and sniffing the air, brimming with energy despite the still calm of the evening. the air smells like home.]

Nope. Nope, yep, I am not sleeping a minute tonight.

[ghostfromthemachine]

No kidding. I keep having to double check that I'm actually corporeal.

[aintrunning]

[has the best seat in the house for watching T'Challa bleed everywhere, growling at anyone who comes within five feet of him to provide aide . . . yeah, good luck, concerned citizens]

[dranksforthememories]

[looks... at N'Jadaka.

...looks... at T'Challa...

...looks at the steady stream of NPC EMT's trying to put T'Challa in the unmarked white van ambulance]

What the hell?

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ POPCORN DOT FUCKING GIF. from a little ways behind him, literally out of nowhere: ]

Oh, this explains a lot. Enjoying yourself?

[aahiyaaaaaa_ah]

...Alright, that's enough.

[canyouhackit]

You're causing quite the ruckus, newbie.

[defendless]

[the whole vibe this evening is REALLY GETTING TO ZENO, he can be found just sort of spacing out in public. nonreactive in a coffee shop while his name is being called, slowing to a stop while walking in the mall, all sorts of fun things.]

[selfidentitytheft]

[waves a hand in front of his face]

[made_up_names]

[ THIS IS. This is actually kind of not good? Peter is holding his head like he's got the world's worst migraine, breathing hard. All this weirdness is making his spider senses go haywire. ]

What the hell is this?

[selfidentitytheft]

Uh, atmosphere? You okay there, dude?

[divasterous]

[¿¿¿¿¿ oh I hate everything about this]

[immediately sort of hyperventilating, mechanical eyes twitching here and there]

[willnotwatch]

[dude in the sand is going to sit up and look over quizzically. your panic attack is very loud, sir.]

[dranksforthememories]

[sometime after some Asgardians have spraybottled a hissy cat, Valkyrie is wandering up to Thor]

Well, that was awkward.

[aahiyaaaaaa_ah]

Seriously. At least that's all taken care of.