Assuming that the City follows the Gregorian calendar like it seems to, Christmas is only a month away ( Read more... )

Even after a curse like this, the City somehow manages to go back to normal. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, at this point. Still, it's... impressive.

( |Private to Tony Stark| [text] )

[The scene seems normal enough. It's an office on the first floor within a larger office building with grey walls, a few framed images (M.C. Escher's work, mostly), and a mahogany desk. Someone's seated at the desk in a very comfortable-looking leather chair, his hand idly playing with a red die on the polished surface of the desk as he gazes ( Read more... )

[Silence. Or so it seems. If you listen very carefully, you can hear someone humming something softly. Is that... Yellow Submarine? Either way, it doesn't matter because that humming ends abruptly when-]

*SNAP*

[Followed by a loud crash~]

[/End Audio]

( ooc )

( September )

[Voice]

[The tone is calm and measured, each word enunciated as clearly as possible.]So I take it that it's normal for people to just appear out of thin air in this city ( Read more... )

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