the Doctor | 005 | Day 70 | Video

[nevermindtherunning]

[Thanks to Donna, the Doctor was now refueled by tea. A thermos-full to be exact as he sat out on the front steps of his house, taking a break from spending hours upon hours working on his project. The outer shell of the generator was complete, and now the difficult task of fine tuning the inner bits and adapting.]

Later this week, there might be some random power outages. That'll most likely be me, so a bit of a head's up. Erm, sorry... It shouldn't last terribly long, though.

...Any news of people's disappearances? Sorry, I've been something of a hermit these last few days despite monitoring the network.

[Private to Jubilee]

When you get the chance, stop by. I need to do some readings of your powers. If you don't mind, that is.

002 ➳ Video ➳ Day 70 ➳ Clint Barton

[greatatboats]

[ The last time Clint felt this bad was because of very strange mission in Russia. It consisted of a shit ton of booze, food poisoning and several head traumas. This actually felt about ten million times worse than that morning. Yet he was standing and walking on his own. That didn't mean shit though. The power to carry on could grow to be very strong in a person if the situation called for it.

He felt like a tank ran him over and then decided to back over him once more for good measure. The shirt he was wearing was torn and tattered. Through the torn material you could see evidence of bruised skin and on the other side of his chest near his ribs was a gash. He looked like a more bruised and mashed version of Clint when it came to his face. He had bruises on his face along with some dried up blood. Mostly superficial, but still nasty. Whatever happened to him had not been pleasant. He was free though right? He was away from wherever and back in this town. He never would have thought he'd be this happy to see this place in his life.

The woods were behind him and he could see houses in the distance. He was fairly certain that his was actually on the other side of the town. He was trying his hard to remember the layout, but with each step came more pain. He checked the communicator once more and finally it sprang to life. That was a good sign. He could at least broadcast something and maybe get a hand back to his godforsaken attic.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He finally cleared his throat and found his voice. Out came a shaky breath to whoever was seeing this. ] I don't--know what happened, but I could use a hand. [ Clint hit his knees finally and his wrist dropped to his side. ]

The Hulk | 001 | Video | Day 70

[greenisnteasy]

[ The Hulk woke up outside his and Banner's place with this black thing strapped to his wrist, and he's pretty pissed. Not pissed enough that he's going to tear shit up, he's just angry because he doesn't remember getting here. He doesn't remember forcing his way out of Banner, and he can remember each and every time that happened -- until now. Except for this one.

When the feed switches on, it's because the Hulk's fingers are pulling at the thing, trying to yank it off; that's when he notices the screen doing something -- filming -- and so now the feed fills up with one enormous green eye. He pulls his wrist back and tilts his head. He knows what this thing is now. ]

What happened to Banner? Where's Tony?

[ He glances around him, and then narrows his eyes at the camera. ] This place is stupid.

[ You've just been served. ]