We're not superheroes, okay?

Codenames are for people who play games, and we're done being somebody's pawns.

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This is Gert. Leave me a message or come find me like a normal person.
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Griffith Observatory | Los Angeles, California | Wednesday Night Fandom Time
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This is where it gets sad.Collapse )

[[from runaways volume ii, issue #18. nfb/nfi/ooc actually a little bit necessary tbqh. follows this, this and this. warning for [Spoiler (click to open)]character death. i'm very sad now.]]


The Minoru Family Summer Home | Los Angeles, California | Wednesday Afternoon Fandom Time
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It was weird to see Nico's palace of a summer home all dusty and abandoned, and to be able to walk around with her sneakers on without being scolded by Mr. and Mrs. Minoru. Gert couldn't say for sure, being a teenager and all, but she was pretty sure this feeling was not unlike seeing old pictures of oneself from twenty years ago.

"Smells like old Doritos," someone muttered. Which, yeah, there was that too.

"You have no idea how many pointless cocktail parties I had to endure at this place," Gert mumbled as an aside to Bay while Victor led the way into the living room. "Never thought I'd be here again, given where the owners ended up."

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[[heavily adapted from runaways volume ii, issue 17, and once again with the help of justbeingbay. nfb/nfi/ooc-good, and be warned for [spoiler (click to open)]violence in the form of a non-graphic explosion under the cut. follows this and this. two more to go!]]

Hideout Under the La Brea Tar Pits | Los Angeles, California | Wednesday Morning Fandom Time
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After about nine hundred delays that had had Gert anxiously tapping her foot for so long that she was starting to develop blisters, the portal finally dropped off Gert, Bay and Old Lace at the top of the stairs at the new and improved hideout under the La Brea tar pits, where a cacophony of arguing voices awaited them.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Victor!" Chase snapped. "The dude who attacked us was in his twenties, tops. And along with being an old dude, Alex Wilder's dad is also dead. Trust me, I saw him get blown up before watching an entire ocean get dropped on his corpse."

That was chilling, but Gert only raised an eyebrow, motioning for Bay to follow her down the stairs toward where her friends had gathered.

"Trust me, I saw a portrait of the guy when he was younger," Victor said impatiently. "And I have a photographic memory. Literally."

"He's right, Chase," said Nico. "I'd recognize Mr. Wilder's baritone anywhere. I don't know how, but he's definitely the one who kidnapped Molly."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Gert said, holding up her hands as she descended the last stair and stepped into view of her friends. "Is this actually a mirror universe, or did I miss something big?"

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[[preplayed with the amazing justbeingbay. taken and adapted from runaways volume ii, issue 16. nfb/nfi, ooc-okay, and part one of five today!]]

Room 229, Tuesday Afternoon
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Gert was in a pretty great mood today: after over a year of her bargaining and pleading, Portalocity had finally agreed to let her take a trip to Los Angeles, apparently convinced at last that she wasn't a terrorist or exiled from her own dimension or anything like that. Gert suspected that Bay might have had something to do with that, but it was an awkward thing to ask just in case she was wrong, so Gert had decided to avoid looking any gift horses in the mouth just yet.

So today she was packing up a backpack. She didn't know how long she would want to stay, after all; maybe there would be crimes to stop and mysteries to solve and she could stay all summer, or better yet, forever.

"You'll finally be back in your favorite climate, Old Lace," she murmured to her dinosaur as she scooped a pile of clothes up and into her backpack. "'Not Freezing.' You excited?"

[[gert's heading off for the summer. get your goodbyes in!]]

Room 229, Thursday Afternoon
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"I know that your bureaucratic worldview can barely accept the notion of extenuating circumstances, but I'm telling you that's what I have," Gert snapped, switching her phone to her other ear. "The idea of a no-portal list is stupid, first of all, especially when I'm already outside of my home, and secondly, I'm almost seventeen, which is legally old enough to make decisions for myself in a third of known dimensions, according to your stupid manual."

She waited for a response to that. When one came, it wasn't anything helpful.

Gert snapped, "Yeah, well, so are you."

It wasn't her best comeback, but she slammed her phone closed and flopped down on the bed.

[[open, expecting one]]

Room 229, Thursday Afternoon
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The weather outside was offending Gert's delicate Los Angeles sensibilities, so as soon as she was back from her field trip, she retreated to her room and returned to her bed, swiftly shimmying under the covers.

Ten minutes later, that turned out to have been a rather well-chosen place to be when her phone buzzed with a text from her version of Karolina that felt like a punch.

Thinking about meeting up. How soon can you get away?

Gert thought of the woman at Portalocity who'd been so apologetic but ultimately unhelpful when Gert had last tried to book a ticket back to LA.

Stupid superpowered controlling jerks and their power trips.

Gert didn't answer Karolina right away, but instead chose to set her phone aside and pat the space beside her for Old Lace to hop up. She could use some comforting.

Room 229, Friday Afternoon
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Gert hadn't been feeling super cheerful the past few days. Even though she was pretty firmly agnostic, and even though she thought Thanksgiving was a stupid, unjust holiday that celebrated horrible crimes and had no business being marketed as some kind of celebration of friendship, the looming approach of Hanukkah and Thanksgiving on her iCal was making her feel... not homesick exactly, but maybe a little nostalgic. Which was stupid, because now that she knew that her parents had been freaking supervillains for her entire life, she knew that she hadn't exactly had a perfect childhood worth being nostalgic for. But nonetheless, she couldn't help feeling a little bummed out about not having latkes and presents to look forward to this year.

Still, she did have a dinosaur to curl up with, so she guessed it wasn't all bad. At least that was what she was internally chiding herself as she scooted over on the bed to make more room for Old Lace.

This was going to break the bed one of these days and it was going to be fantastically awkward to explain to the school administration, she knew that much.

Room 229, Thursday Morning
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Gert wasn't big on Halloween -- hadn't been, really, since she was about nine. Now that she was sixteen, she was pretty over the whole thing, and in the interim she had all but memorized an annoying spiel about how this dumb holiday was just another sign of the appropriation and Americanization of everything anyway.

So. No trick-or-treating for her tonight, obviously. Instead, she was spending her morning at her desk, going over verb conjugations for her online Italian class (what, fall break had inspired her to pick up another language), all the while fully ready to launch into that spiel of hers if anyone asked her why she wasn't in costume.

[[open door and post!]]

Room 229, Thursday Morning
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Gert woke up early and did not want to get out of bed.

Strictly speaking, she really should, because she'd put dye in her hair last night and should really be getting up to wash it out soon. But she was comfortable and Old Lace was half sprawled over her and it was nice, even if the dye smell detracted from the niceness of it somewhat.

Anyway, one of the many upsides to being an orphan at boarding school was that no one was going to drag her out of bed anytime soon. Well, unless the smell was really getting on Maddie's nerves. But she didn't think it would come to that.

[[door shut, post open!]]

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