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Not so internal dialogue.
"She's our responsibility, Norman."
"Yes, of course she is."
"Therefore, so is he." -
(Untitled)
Norman PINs into the living room of his apartment, with a good grip on his daughter's wrist, a grip he doesn't relax. He doesn't start in on her immediately, either. Because what the hell do you say? -
Jounal Entry
It's hilarious, really, how eager the general population of lawyers are to leap on SHIELD for their various and multiplying offenses. They just need a focus.
I'd offer them the wrongful death of Norman Osborn, but... -
(Untitled)
Someone is doing paperwork he should have done a week ago, checking stocks and figures, reading between the lines of correspondance and ordering it all into the neat stacks. What can be trusted, who, where? Someone is doing this paperwork because it needs to be done.
Not because he's avoiding anything. -
Earth 852
Norman went to see the progress on the House, PINing into that world's Grand Central and taking a cab from there.
The grounds were a mess, everything torn up and ground into mud by the machinery of the contracters. The listing front porch had been torn away, leaving a gaping wound of the entrance. He stepped on the plastic crate front step, up ( Read more... ) -
Nngh
Amber's gone mad and we have a new alternate who appears to have been put through a meatgrinder. -
[So much of the locked. Yes. Nothing to see here.]
Amber? Please, talk to me. -
(Untitled)
Morning. The sounds of traffic, and of neighbours. Of life, the city waking. And the sun, shining summer-bright through uncurtained windows into a still most-unfurnished bedroom. A broad, muscled form groans, and tries to hide his face against a smaller, curvier one's shoulder.
Wow. That was a lot of wine last night, huh? -
A new place.
Norman and Amber appear in an empty living room, wide windows overlooking the cityscape of northern Manhatten. He has no furniture yet, but he has... an apartment! A threshold for his re-entry into his own world. He's rather pleased with it. -
(Untitled)
Enough of this.