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Normally, Jennifer Walters always has a somewhat stable portal to Milliways from a certain infamous restaurant in New York City. It's a gamble; half the time when she opens the door to Pascha's she gets Milliways, and the other half she gets five star and five alarm tandoori chicken, pakoras, and naan. Either way, she usually has an interesting time.
So when Jen opens the door to the shower in her quarters aboard the giant S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier currently floating above the fine state of Nevada and finds Milliways instead, there is an expression of surprise, which rapidly morphs into suspicion. Naturally, finding that whiplash in the space-time continuum is now invading S.H.I.E.L.D. premises on St. Patrick's Day gives her pause.
Well, she'd desperately needed a shower after her adventure in the streets of Reno an hour ago with a three ton Abomination, but a cold beer does sound appealing. Therefore, a She-Hulk wearing her blue ops jumpsuit, covered with pulverized concrete dust and grit streaming from her hair, makes her way to the bar.
Once there, she removes a small metal and plastic comm device from her ear, holds it between thumb and forefinger, and crushes it to a fine dust with a slight compression. Then there is a distinctly satisfied smile.
There. Off duty, officially.
[[OOC: I have to beg slowtime, guys, as of 1:00 AM PDT, as I'm blind with exhaustion. All new tags will be answered on the morrow! Or, er, later today, rather. ]]
So when Jen opens the door to the shower in her quarters aboard the giant S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier currently floating above the fine state of Nevada and finds Milliways instead, there is an expression of surprise, which rapidly morphs into suspicion. Naturally, finding that whiplash in the space-time continuum is now invading S.H.I.E.L.D. premises on St. Patrick's Day gives her pause.
Well, she'd desperately needed a shower after her adventure in the streets of Reno an hour ago with a three ton Abomination, but a cold beer does sound appealing. Therefore, a She-Hulk wearing her blue ops jumpsuit, covered with pulverized concrete dust and grit streaming from her hair, makes her way to the bar.
Once there, she removes a small metal and plastic comm device from her ear, holds it between thumb and forefinger, and crushes it to a fine dust with a slight compression. Then there is a distinctly satisfied smile.
There. Off duty, officially.
[[OOC: I have to beg slowtime, guys, as of 1:00 AM PDT, as I'm blind with exhaustion. All new tags will be answered on the morrow! Or, er, later today, rather. ]]