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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.
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Sometime in the Fall | Hogsmeade

Even as Jane descended the wide stone steps to where Thor was waiting near the bottom, she was finding it difficult to believe that this was actually reality. Her romantic interaction had been limited almost entirely to a handful of study dates, and the idea that she, of all people, would be going on a bona fide date to Hogsmeade with Thor Odinson still seemed ludicrous.

Hogwarts AU | Forever Ongoing
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Throughout the day on the 14th, the Nexus staff deliver single roses and accompanying notes to designated hotel guests in celebration of the Valentine's Day holiday. For some, the gesture will be a foregone conclusion; for others, it will be a surprise. For some, they might only guess at who sent them the gift in the first place.

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Fall of 7th Year | The Astronomy Tower

Thor doesn't really need help with his astronomy homework and Jane is more clueless than usual.

All Ages | In Progress
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Things were decidedly not going well for Sif. Too long (even for her) had passed without her changing back into her normal body, and what Olaf had said had not settled her any: there was no science behind it, no explanation, but alternate universes were at play. How did one manage to find an alternate place in the threshold of a door, one that changed you so completely and sent you back into the universe you had just been in with those changes still in place? It was much too much for Sif to wrap her head around. Not even the notion that some of her more intimate talents held true in both bodies was enough. Actually, after Natasha's reaction, after so many days, nothing was enough anymore.

She had had enough.

Dragging herself out of bed Sif headed for the shower as an automatic machine might, simply capable of doing the basics of being a person and not much else. She had showered and gotten dressed without once looking at the mirror, and was planning on heading for breakfast before taking out her frustration on the training room. Her body required sustenance before anything else today, as it seemed in this body energy burnt a lot quicker.

Stepping through her door into the hall as an automaton again Sif noticed nothing wrong for a second, and then, before she could do anything to prepare, her perfectly fitted jeans simply dropped to her ankles. As well, her previously perfectly fitted tank top barely covered what it should - as she had looked down and seen her breasts had made a reappearance - but at least, as her sarcastic self denoted, there was ample fabric around the top of her thighs. Exactly where it was not needed in the least.

Such was Sif's surprise, elation and embarrassment that the warrior simply stood there instead of walking back into her room and changing like she ought to. It had happened so fast!

Feb. 16th, 2014 03:41 pm
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That there seemed to be immediate threat in the hotel was something that encouraged Frigga greatly. She still found the make up of it strange and kept idly trying to piece together what power could draw people so freely from across time and worlds. She tried to not let herself worry overly much. Preparing for a future hurt was one thing, but mindlessly obsessing over what could not change was another. She did not know how to get back home, and had no intention of leaving Loki and Thor here alone, grown though they might be.

She took the afternoon to look through the gardens about the hotel, something that calmed her greatly. She saved the greenhouse for last and couldn't help but feel almost at home here. The humidity cause her hair to curl more than usual, mussing into her face, but she didn't mind. She walked slowly through the plants and flowers, pleased to see that there was so much life growing here.

"Do you know who tends such matters here?" she asked by way of idle conversation. She wouldn't mind a garden of her own as long as she stayed at the hotel.
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31 October 2013 | The Nexus - Room 203

The man she had been pining over for over a year was standing in front of her wearing nothing but a loin cloth, as glorious as the god he was, his attention fixed fully upon her. How could she pretend to be unaffected by that?

In progress; Adult content

Oct. 14th, 2013 07:39 pm
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When he was younger, when Camden and his mother and his father (so, everyone, basically) was still alive, they'd gone to Disneyland the once. At the time, Isaac had been too young to appreciate a happy, shiny family, but he looks back on that and wonders why the hell he didn't pay attention to the fact that his father wasn't throwing glassware at the walls and his mother was happy and Camden was living and breathing. So Disneyland had lived grandly in his memory as a beacon of a shining time.

It's been pulled out from memory, though. He'd been with April at the hotel, still trying to avoid reality and the implications of what his new feelings for Allison meant for his friendship with Scott (which didn't even touch on the pack implications) and suddenly instead of wandering into his room to grab a jacket, he's staring at the entrance to Disneyland.

It's Disneyland. For some reason, he's opened a door to the happiest place on earth, which is almost a cosmic joke considering who opened that door. It hadn't taken him very long to find a brick to prop the door open before grabbing April's hand to tug her through the door. It's like a switch has gone off. Before, in the Nexus, Isaac had still been trying to shake off all the bad things that had piled up in his life, but here? Here is where Isaac is happy without consequence or reproach or the fear that sharp, glass things will be thrown at him as soon as he gets comfortable (at least, not unless the Jungle Cruise gets pretty intense).

"Where to first?" he asks April, as soon as he's shaken off the very last of his worries that this is somehow a trick. "My only veto is Haunted Mansion," he warns, not knowing how the hell the wolf is going to react to all of that.

Oct. 9th, 2013 06:50 pm
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Thor was uncertain, exactly, why his manner of dress seemed to be attracting positive attention of late instead of the usual confusion he was used to experiencing from those not of Asgard. He had long learned that the people of Midgard did not dress in his style and while those comrades-at-arms he knew as the Avengers did not care, the average person had a reaction ranging from laughter to hostility.

But that seemed to have changed. He had spent the morning in New York, enjoying what was certain to be only the start of a slide into autumn and when it began to rain, he had decided to come back to the hotel, yanking open a door that seemed to go into an abandoned building and ending up in the Nexus once more. While in New York, his attire seemed to be amusing to most and while a few told him that "Halloween is in a couple weeks, you're early," or something of that nature, most seemed agreeable.

Thor wasn't sure what Halloween was, exactly, so he hadn't thought much of it until he got a similar comment from the bartender in the hotel. They didn't normally speak much to him other than to say hello and ask what he wanted and he thought the comment strange, especially given New York, so he wondered if anyone could explain it to him. While he was far from shy, he did have some measure of pride and overcoming that pride to ask what seemed a simple question was often a battle within himself. In the end, his desire to know overwhelmed his desire to not look like a fool.

He sought out the library, then, and started looking among the books to see if there was a clue about this Halloween. He assumed it was a festival or holiday of some sort, based on the way it had been used, and he had pulled out a large tome that professed to be a compendium of known holidays around the world. While he wasn't stupid, his talents lay more in the physical and less in the mental and he wished that Jane could just explain it to him instead of him trying to find it in a book. It would take less time and probably be more enjoyable in the end; while he did not always know what she said, he always enjoyed listening to her say it.

He put the book down and put his face in his hands, trying to soothe his wearied eyes.

"If anyone can explain Halloween, I will buy you a round of any drink you desire."
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5 Aug 2013 -> 5 Sept 2013 | The Nexus

Wandering aimlessly through space being about as exciting as it sounds, Loki happily takes the opportunity the Nexus offers to him. Unfortunately, his welcoming party comes in the form of Jane Foster.

And she's a little bit angry.

no warnings/all ages

Front Desk

Aug. 12th, 2013 08:06 pm
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I have a little more information for your research project.

I knew one of the residents of the hotel when I was on the island we discussed. I knew her very well; she and her husband were some of my best friends. I last saw Bella on the island a little over a week ago and she was 20 years old, a new mother, and human.

The Bella in this hotel looks maybe 18 and is a vampire. And she has no memory of ever having met me before.

No idea what any of this means, but I know a few scientific types and they tend to think more information is never a bad thing, so I thought I'd pass it on.

~ Nick
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There's a room here for everyone, Doctor.

Even him.

There's always the problem and the peril and the chance that one of their adventures takes them to somewhere dangerous. These days, it's practically written in the small print. Here, though, an inescapable hotel with terrible fears in each of the rooms where one is personalized for you like a very painful nightmare version of an individualized jammy dodger, well, that's not the usual fare.

Still, what's usual? He'll find a way out. He'll save the day for Amy's sake, for Rory's, for the others. It's just that as he's walking down the hall, there's a room. Right in front of him, a room numbered eleven and calling out to him. His feet are moving before he can even consciously make the decision and oh, that's clever, that's something he'd like to better understand when he isn't feeling the constant pull towards a simple little hotel room door. Monsters and devils can wait when there's a mysterious door involved. It pulls you. It calls to you in whispered voices. It wants you and who's the Doctor to ever deny?

It's a simple gold-polished handle. It's a painted door. It's room number eleven and it will contain the very worst of his fears. Geronimo. There's no hesitation when he opens the door to find out what's waiting for him, what could possibly frighten the Doctor so terribly that he brings on a monster, and finds...


There's chicken on spits turning around and around in a rotisserie and a kitchen surrounding them. He steps in and there's chicken. He steps back and he's back in the 1980's earth-styled hotel with supposedly no escape. Behind door number eleven, there's chicken. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he carefully hangs a 'do not disturb' sign on the door and follows the smell of barbeque wafting before him to explore why his worst fear appears to be the kitchen in yet another hotel.

Or maybe it's what Rita means about the halls changing. Maybe he's been banished to the bottom and has to work his way back up to the top. The Doctor whips out his sonic screwdriver and approaches the spinning chickens with severe suspicion, scanning them for alien life or maybe hidden nightmares? The trouble is, the scans reveal that they're chickens. Normal earth chickens.

Oh, and they're also quite tasty, according to the readings.

"And here I am surrounded by chickens with Casanova nowhere to be found. Typical," he remarks under his breath, thinking that'd be more than a debt repaid with one of these tasty things.
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11 May 2011 → 3 July 2013 | Tromsø and NYC → The Nexus

After a year separated by a vast gulf of trans-dimensional outer space, Jane Foster and Thor Odinson are finally reunited in the halls of the Nexus Hotel.

It's as awkward as could be expected.


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