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Well, it wasn't like Steve could blame Mr. Jarvis for how he'd blocked off the kitchen and the elevators to him and Tony--not after Tony had tried to disable the security measures with a screwdriver and a sledgehammer. (Steve didn't even know how to use a sledgehammer. Tony was a very impressive kid.) And it was kind of reassuring how that blaring alarm went off when he was about to eat something he was allergic to (he didn't even know what soy was), but.

But.

But Tony had gotten really into this pillow fort. It had stairs inside it, and space for all the dogs! And a kitchen! Steve had definitely not helped enough with this.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he asked.

pocketpretzels

At some point during the night, a restless Watts had woken up, scrawled a quick note for Steven that let him know he was heading downstairs to make a cup of tea, and then gone to do just that.

Due to the magic of Fandom, he'd never actually made it all the way back upstairs, and so it was a tiny Llewellyn fast asleep on the couch in the library, arms curled around an equally fast asleep Raphael that morning.

suitably_heroic

Things had loosened up... slightly in the days after the tour. Being back home always helped settle Dane's nerves, and it meant both of them were out of the house and doing other stuff with other people for vast portions of the day, which also didn't hurt.

And then Jack had brought up going to Homecoming and hit a wall of That's-Fine, and boy if that didn't trigger his contrarian instincts. So now he was trying to sit on that, hanging out at the dinner table paging through a music magazine and trying to ignore the guy silently prepping for his workday in the living area.

Ugh.

You know, it's not like Dane would notice if he ran off to go to the Homecoming dance that evening and then came back before his shift ended, right? Right?

[[ expecting one, but can be open for texts/phone calls ]]

thatwaslucky

Rey was having a quiet, and probably late, night. She was going through one of the old texts, an extremely long project that required translating several languages, some of which were almost dead, on very, very old pages. It was maybe the nerdiest thing she did and she loved it, but it was also probably the most time-consuming thing she'd ever do.

She was hunched over her coffee table with notebooks she'd largely filled with notes that she hadn't wanted to write into the books, pretty sure at some point she was going to blink and see that several hours had gone by.

[For one!]

deathsmajesty

Now that Halloween was over, it was time to focus on the next major holiday. No, not Thanksgiving, don't be ridiculous. Liliana's birthday. There were so many ways to celebrate and she really should pick one. Or two. Okay, probably no more than three.

But which ones?

...And if Fandom turned her into a child for it again, she was going to invite the entire Cult of Rakdos to the island as punishment.

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