The Door opens and through it a sharp-eyed patron of Milliways can see the Main Hall of MiB Headquarters. In fact, there's a Man in Black standing in the doorway right now, his back to the bar as he calls out:

"Chief! Zed!" He's yelling.

And somewhere in the distance, Agent J: "Hey, OLD GUY, you can't use the laser platform! It's tech ( Read more... )

Huntress is exploring! She probably wouldn't call it exploring though if you were to ask her. It would be reconnoitering, because as any good superhero knows, one must know their territory like the back of their hand, so that is exactly what Helena is attempting to do.

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Sam is really great at taking up the maximum amount of space possible with a relatively small body. Today, she's practicing her talent while sprawled across the entire couch, one leg hanging off the edge. She's wearing a brown headband, metallic pink and green high-tops, skinny jeans, and a green-and-blue striped hoodie over a brown long sleeved ( Read more... )

The braided tortoise strikes again.

Turtle is sprawled on a couch by the fireplace, schoolbooks spread around her but largely ignored in favor of the Wall Street Journal. However, even the newspaper eventually falls to the side as Turtle broods, her feet swinging and occasionally lashing out at the coffee table with savage precision ( Read more... )

Turtle hasn't been to Milliways in quite some time. Sure, she thought about it. Who wouldn't? It's just that she had other things to keep herself occupied: school, her bike, the wedding, weekly chess games with Sandy and the stock market. True, her mother thought she should focus more on the first and less on the last, but Grace Wexler had also ( Read more... )

( Lost... )

( Escape... )

( Rescue... )

( Infiltration... )

*There wasn't a woman lying on the floor of the bar a few minutes ago, but there is one now.

It takes her a few seconds to realize that she is not trapped under a giant's foot.*