[ well. this is embarrassing. asami can't say for sure how long it's been since she's last seen your ugly mug, polychromatic, but she definitely recognizes it upon sight... though it had taken her a few moments to remember that she was supposed to remember you at all.

seems almost poetic that she'd turn up at the exact same place she had the first time around. heck, she'll even give the fixed-up carousel a wistful pat along one of its weird plastic animals' snouts... though don't mistake the oddly sentimental gesture for happiness or relief, or anything silly like that. she still isn't all that happy to be here oops.

after a while, she'll fish out that strange phone gadget she'd been taking the time to acquaint herself with the last time, and quickly scan through the contacts. there's an odd twist to her lips when she sees a few familiar faces... and notices a few missing.

eventually, she turns on the video option. ]

So! Long time no see. [ a pause. ] I think.

[ and because she still hadn't been able to figure out that tricky filtering thing: ] Korra, I hope you still have a room available... I don't think this place is ready to let go of me yet.

[ When Scott addresses the network, he's mid attempting to make eggs. For whatever reason, he's been literally compelled to multitask right now. He's not thinking about what he says as much as the words just tumble out as if he's telling a story nonchalantly. ]

I spent ten minutes in a closet with my ex-girlfriend hiding from her father. And I didn't mean to, but, I got excited. Close proximity. I guess it's either that, or, when her mother saw me at school and sharpened her pencil down to a stub. I think that's when I knew she knew we had had sex. Yeah. Pretty embarrassing right?

What about you guys? Truth or Dare?

[ ooc: Yep, Scott's been cursed with Truth or Dare. He's just revealed a strange TMI of a truth bomb. And now he wants to play with you! ]

[A pair of white eyes are staring into the screen. It pans down a bit; nostrils flare as he literally sniffs his communicator. Apparently finding nothing off about the scent, he pulls away and the City is treated to its first glimpse of the Flash in all his red-and-yellow glory. Judging by the lighting and the relatively deserted square, it's probably a few hours before sunrise.

He's pressing at his ear.]

Flash to Watchtower.

[Silence.]

Helloooo? Watchtower? ...J'onn? Mr. Terrific?

[No reply.]

Anyone?

[He glares down at the communicator before a realization dawns on him and his eyes widen in surprise.]

Is this thing recording me? Ugh, that's creepy. What are you, anyway?!

[A large red finger pokes around until the video feed is cut...but he is still audible.]

...Maybe I'll need it. Aw, jeez, have I been hero-napped? Guess I better find out where I am. Kinda sorta looks like Gotham...this thing probably isn't friction proof.... Heh, a giant carousel. That's not weird.

[Some shifting and popping. A few minutes later, muffled:]

WHAT THE HECK?!

((ooc: backdated a bit to around 4 AM))

[The (Second) Doctor has been wandering around for some time and has found himself on the beach. He’s decided to make the most of this by shrugging off his coat and building a sand castle or two while watching the surf and enjoying the pleasant day. The Doctor’s concentrating hard on the one he’s building.]

It’s always the spires that are the most difficult. Sand can be very delicate, so I must be very careful—otherwise all this work will be for not.

[Laughs as he carves out another wall leading up to a spire.]

Ah, this is good. Yes, I think it’s really starting to take shape now.

( prove to me i'm not gonna die alone )

( ooc: stiles has been hit with memory theater and has literally no idea this is up, feel free to break the news to him. )

[Melissa appears on camera, wearing her nursing scrubs, looking more than a little frazzled. Her jaw is set and she also looks pissed in addition to frazzled. Look out, mom on a rampage.]

Okay, you know what? It can't hurt, here goes nothing. I get here somehow I don't quite remember, and I'm told that talking to a bunch of strangers on-line will answer all my questions. I really hope that's the case, because I'm not feeling in the mood for any games.

So, tell me where I am please? And how I can get home? I don't have any on-line names, you can just call me Melissa. I don't mean to be rude, but I have a job to do and a son to raise and a mortgage to pay. So...I gotta go.