[bzeep. carol's smiling face lights up the screen. and by smiling I of course mean thoroughly unimpressed.]
So this is a thing. Hi? Carol here.
[she bites on her thumbnail in contemplation for a second, the camera tilting nauseatingly as she adjusts the angle. then--]
Actually, scratch that. Captain Marvel here, and Avengers, if you can hear me? Assemble. Definitely assemble. We have a small situation where I've been kidnapped into Pleasantville -- and what the hell kind of a bad-guy moniker is the Landlord, anyway? I thought Absorbing Man sounded dumb, but this is a whole new level.
Anyway, guy must've hit me with some kind of power inhibitor if that's a thing that exists, so... some assembly is absolutely required. I gotta get home in time to feed my cat, you guys. She gets cranky.
[meaningful look, dot dot dot... okay, that'll do. she stops the feed.]
Third Person:
It's kind of sad how the idea of waking up she-doesn't-know-where with no idea how she got there isn't really that big of a deal. Sure, Carol allows herself a moment of panic and disorientation at first, but once her situation sinks in? She's on her feet, sighing and rolling her eyes and generally being incredibly long-suffering. When are the bad guys gonna learn...?
A perfunctory search of her person turns up an unfamiliar set of keys, but nothing else -- no phone, no Avengers ID card, no nothing -- which is a little worrying, because how is she supposed to call her ride now? Smoke signals? Carol's pretty sure that, for all his genius, Tony won't be able to pick those up from Stark Tower.
She examines the keys, brow furrowing in increasing annoyance. Okay, yeah, this one's got a number on it, the house right behind her's got the same number on it, that's very subtle and all, but all things considered Carol would much rather just skip the games and cut right to the part where she starts punching the supervillain. Speaking of--
"Hey, whoever this is? Do you see me laughing?" she calls out to the empty street, fists clenching. "Because I'm not laughing. In fact, I'm feeling in kind of a punchy mood, so I'd put me back if I were you."
No answer. Carol makes a noise of frustration and looks at her new keys again, glances over at the house. Do I take the blue pill? Once more into the rabbit hole? What could it hurt? She can't help trying one more time, though, and so she yells, "If this is you, Loki, I swear to god I will throw you in a cell, I don't care how un-evil you're supposed to be!"
Unsurprisingly, the key fits perfectly, but she doesn't turn it, on account of the big paper envelope with her name on it that's stuck to the front door. Carol rips it off and open, scans over the papers, and then--
"I'm whatted to who?!"
OTHER Housing Request?: NAW, WHATEVER BRO Did you read the rules and FAQ?: yawp Would you like your application to be unscreened?: sure why not
ACCEPTED Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1442 in Holly Heights, with a spouse slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
Comment back with the journal you'll be using for your character so that they can be accepted into the communities.
Create an IC Mailbox post on your characters journal that is not friends only. You are also free to treat this as an information holding post with your character's family and address listed if you wish.
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First Person:
[bzeep. carol's smiling face lights up the screen. and by smiling I of course mean thoroughly unimpressed.]
So this is a thing. Hi? Carol here.
[she bites on her thumbnail in contemplation for a second, the camera tilting nauseatingly as she adjusts the angle. then--]
Actually, scratch that. Captain Marvel here, and Avengers, if you can hear me? Assemble. Definitely assemble. We have a small situation where I've been kidnapped into Pleasantville -- and what the hell kind of a bad-guy moniker is the Landlord, anyway? I thought Absorbing Man sounded dumb, but this is a whole new level.
Anyway, guy must've hit me with some kind of power inhibitor if that's a thing that exists, so... some assembly is absolutely required. I gotta get home in time to feed my cat, you guys. She gets cranky.
[meaningful look, dot dot dot... okay, that'll do. she stops the feed.]
Third Person:
It's kind of sad how the idea of waking up she-doesn't-know-where with no idea how she got there isn't really that big of a deal. Sure, Carol allows herself a moment of panic and disorientation at first, but once her situation sinks in? She's on her feet, sighing and rolling her eyes and generally being incredibly long-suffering. When are the bad guys gonna learn...?
A perfunctory search of her person turns up an unfamiliar set of keys, but nothing else -- no phone, no Avengers ID card, no nothing -- which is a little worrying, because how is she supposed to call her ride now? Smoke signals? Carol's pretty sure that, for all his genius, Tony won't be able to pick those up from Stark Tower.
She examines the keys, brow furrowing in increasing annoyance. Okay, yeah, this one's got a number on it, the house right behind her's got the same number on it, that's very subtle and all, but all things considered Carol would much rather just skip the games and cut right to the part where she starts punching the supervillain. Speaking of--
"Hey, whoever this is? Do you see me laughing?" she calls out to the empty street, fists clenching. "Because I'm not laughing. In fact, I'm feeling in kind of a punchy mood, so I'd put me back if I were you."
No answer. Carol makes a noise of frustration and looks at her new keys again, glances over at the house. Do I take the blue pill? Once more into the rabbit hole? What could it hurt? She can't help trying one more time, though, and so she yells, "If this is you, Loki, I swear to god I will throw you in a cell, I don't care how un-evil you're supposed to be!"
Unsurprisingly, the key fits perfectly, but she doesn't turn it, on account of the big paper envelope with her name on it that's stuck to the front door. Carol rips it off and open, scans over the papers, and then--
"I'm whatted to who?!"
OTHER
Housing Request?: NAW, WHATEVER BRO
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: yawp
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: sure why not
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1442 in Holly Heights, with a spouse slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!