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Paris, France - Wednesday Evening

They'd spent time in Dublin and it'd been great, but Tony had an idea and that idea involved a bakery that they clearly needed to own in Paris. Which made sense only to him. But, unfortunately for everyone else, Steve was indulging him on this whim.

Which mostly ended up meaning visiting a baker's dozen (ha) of them to try out the wares. Well, Steve was trying out the wares because Tony was but a mortal man. Who had a cup of coffee at each place and whichever treat that Steve deemed the best of the bunch.

"Okay, next up..." Tony muttered, looking at the street signs to get his bearings again as they exited the last stop.

[for the husband!]

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Midnight Manor, Room 1D. Fandom Island. Late Tuesday Night [8/26]

It was mid-to-late evening, Fandom time, when Illyana finally returned to Midnight, intending to hit the shower since she was rather covered in, well, goo and looked like she'd been through a war zone.

The perils of being an active Sorcerer Supreme. On the bright side, no more cultists, AND she'd gotten out a lot of her frustration over the interaction with Peter earlier!

( Stephen was not a fan of how much fun she and Clea had while solving this particular problem, but he'd get over it. If there was ever a place where Violence was the question and the answer, it was the Dark Dimension. )

[OOC: NFB. TW: Marvel (emotional trauma, NPC deaths). Midnight modded with permission. OCD UP FOR THE RESIDENTS OF MIDNIGHT MANOR, although I will be crashing out shortly.]

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Edinburgh, Scotland. Earth-18133, Tuesday Morning Fandom-Time [NFB, NFI]

Across all the fragments of the multiverse, events shift and change as a million stories breathe and flex and push their way forward into the light. A different choice, a different chance, and the shards of possibility break further apart into new timelines, new worlds, new paths.

And yet, some universal constants remain: death, gravity, taxes... certain events that are fixed points, perhaps not in time, but in the lifeblood of a universe. Sometimes, they were simply...delayed. Out of sync from one universe to the next, perhaps, but inevitable all the same as sand sliding through the hourglass of events. Waiting. Waiting.

Here.

( Illyana Nikolievena Rasputina was used to being a girl out-of-time. )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, adapted from The Uncanny X-Men #225 : False Dawn. That's right, it's time for THE FALL OF THE MUTANTS for Earth-18133!

You didn't think I was going to let Illyana escape this particular trauma unscathed, did you?]

Dublin, Ireland, Sunday Evening

Well, the homes in Austria and Greece were both still under construction with a more defensive mindset after AIM attacked one of them. And Tony had (needlessly) promised Steve a vacation for the little break between classes.

Which was why he'd surprised him with a trip to Dublin!

Look, Tony had this need to be Tony sometimes and it was best to just let him get it all out there. Otherwise you ended up with giant teddy bears and rooms filled with roses. Sorry not sorry, Steve.

"How do you like the room?" Tony asked, setting his bag down.

[for the guy on SP]

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All Over Los Angeles, then Lucifer's Penthouse, Saturday

It had started with an idea: perhaps Lucifer's disappearance from his now confusingly-parented future child's life was because he'd been murdered. Chloe had pitched the idea, and it had grown and grown, especially after he'd found that Azrael's Blade had vanished from his locker. Azrael's Blade! The only sword that could kill a divine being.

And so Lucifer had swept away with the Detective on an old-fashioned case. A case that led them to his disorienting spawn -- "He wasn't murdered. All you told me was you two were together in Van Nuys, near Tenth and Swanson. Lucifer turned the corner, and you never saw him again." "Ah, well, the scene of the crime, but unfortunately not the date--" "Oh, I know the date." -- and then to a dentist's office where the dentist's husband, the receptionist, had apparently gotten himself involved in quite the love polyhedron, and the accidental revelation thereof had left him with some rather murderous feelings towards Lucifer himself -- and then finally to the couch in Dr. Linda's renewed office.

On the couch with Chloe and their apparent? daughter, who looked exactly like the future daughter he thought he'd have with Octavia and Duke, and who somehow still had the blade wings that seemed rather more suitable for one of Octavia's chi--

"She's the only one with motive, means and opportunity!" Lucifer declared.

"That's why you brought me here?" Rory snapped, her eyes wide as she hopped up off the couch. "This isn't family therapy. It's an interrogation?!"

Her eyes went big. "I can't believe you did this. I am not a murder suspect. I'm your daughter!"

She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

"She takes after you in exits," Linda muttered.

... So none of that had gone well.

And then it had gotten worse.

Sufficient to say, by afternoon, Lucifer was on the floor, his two hands barely keeping their grip on the edges of Azrael's blade as Chloe brought the sword down to bear on him. "Chloe! Chloe!"

"I know what I'm doing, and you're not taking it away!" the Detective growled.

Sufficient to say, much like the rest of the summer, today had been rather a thing.

[[ for them who can hopefully save him. very very compressed from Lucifer 6x05, 'The Murder of Lucifer Morningstar', because we're now hitting the parts of this season i loathe ]]

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Jon's flat, Wednesday

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home,
snek!

Hannibal's house, Wednesday afternoon

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where: bear mountain state park

Bear Mountain and Beyond, Monday

The schedule had been deliberate: after yesterday's show, there was just a full week of nothing. They’d booked the trip back to Bear Mountain well in advance. It was August, and Dane knew what August meant. Jack just hadn’t expected that he wasn’t the one who needed this trip most.

They made the trip to the shrine first. The little piles of rock that signified the worst of their losses. They found Jack’s first, the vast expanse of pebbles that signified so many lives lost. The taller rocks, the ones that stuck out - those were the ones with the names.

Jack went from one to the next, felt them in the Force - the moss, the bugs, the everything - and named each one. But… that was it. Whatever he’d exorcised the last time he was here, it was now truly gone.

And now they were just… rocks.

( Putting an end to twelve years of August. )

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where: nyc

Jack's New York City, Saturday and Sunday

The past week had been... something. Jack was still working it all out in his head, the talk with Anakin, the talk with Rey. It wasn't even - just - the substance of it that kept bouncing around his head.

It was his own tone.

The sofa cushions sagged abruptly under someone else's weight. "I'm happy to let you brood, if you want," Dane said. "But Persistence of Time stopped spinning fifteen minutes ago, so I thought I'd check in."

( Jack eyed the record player like it was personally at fault. )

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