welcome to the DANGER ROOM.

( t’nia miller. unknown. she/they. agender. ) are you a VIGILANTE ? something tells me that steel and sterile walls, loneliness so extreme it becomes dangerous, never ending oscillation between love and hate make you who you are, DANGER. with the powers of PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF THE DANGER ROOM, you’re sure to have a curious, tactless personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to FRESH STATIC SNOW by PORTER ROBINSON on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next!

                  𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐬    ,    𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬    .    .    .    𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚    𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲    is    reminded    of    wong.    who    ,    unlike    most    was    better    with    balancing    the    odds.    they    push    strands    of    silver    locks    past    their    expression    ,    still    confused    as    ever.    ❛❛    truth    or    lie    ?    ❜❜    she    repeated    with    a    furrow    of    her    brow.    ❛❛    i    believe    i’ve    heard    of    it.    i’d    love    to    play.    ❜❜

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being acutely aware of the most minute details was nothing if not in danger’s programming. but they made the conscious decision to ignore the other’s moment of befuddlement, marching forth right alongside them. “ okay. ” putting a hand on their chin, danger prompted, “ i believe it goes that you now tell me a story and i will have to guess if it is a true recollection or a fabrication of events. ” time to turn of that omniscience !

@anythingxnothing

raven darkholme: ( ✉️  ⟶ danger. ):      Danger       .      It       has     been    a   while    since      we     last      talked    .   I have.      Stopped      going       to     the        school       as        Frequently………          Have     not      seen    you     anyway   . 

raven darkholme: ( ✉️  ⟶ danger. ):   Where      Are    You     ?

@reshieldedstart​​​        /         ❝ any   chance   you   know   where   to   get   a   good   coffee   around   here   ?       ❞      barbara   questions   ,      if   she’s   going   to   be   continuing   with   her   .   .   .   extracurricular   activities   ,      she’ll   need   to   know   where   to   boost   herself   up   .      ❝     i’m   still   getting   used   to   all   the   .   .   .   newness   .      figured   coffee   would   be   a   good   place   to   start   .      ❞

“So how does one go to having a proper place to stay when your house has already been sold to another family?” @reshieldedstart​

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“ depending on one’s financial status, motels and homeless shelters may be viable choices. however, if they have become homeless in response to the ‘blip,’ there are currently special accommodations in place, ” she replied, nodding her head once. then... showcasing that there were times that omniscient ai could, indeed, be a bit dim... she asked, “ does this satisfy your hypothetical ? ”

@anythingxnothing​

“Danger, right? It’s good to see you,” His smile was genuine, as they were the closest thing to having Warlock around. His heart ached slightly at the thought, but he couldn’t harp on such feelings. “Has anybody been giving you trouble, because I will certainly send them towards Berto for a stern lecture.” 

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“ douglas ramsey. it is always a pleasure, ” they replied, looking down to the other’s hand. was it appropriate protocol to now shake hands ? perhaps they should let him determine that... “ do not worry about me, i have now dealt with approximately 1.2k foes and do not have a knock-out record. ” ...was that supposed to be a joke ? sort of... they didn’t have much of a capacity for what most people called ‘comedy,’ but it was... odd. the presence of douglas, no warlock accompanying him. was this how some humans dealt with that ?! oh, strange world ! “ i do not presume anyone has been giving you any grievances as of late ? i will send them to myself if need be. ” now that ! that was an attempt at a joke ! master of comedy: danger ? possibly...

꙳       ⋆        ⌕.      (   𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.    )       @reshieldedstart​

              ❛❛   𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲    𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭    𝐦𝐞    to    believe    a    story    like    that    ?    come    on ,    i    wasn’t    born    yesterday.    ❜❜

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“ you are correct to not believe me, ” danger replied, nodding slightly. “ i saw the probability of you believing it to be 60/40, but i took a chance. perhaps i should sharpen up my fabrication skills... ” damn ! she was usually decent ! “ would you like a turn at this ‘truth or lie’ game that i have heard many humans enjoy wasting their time with ? ” 

╰┈➤ @reshieldedstart​

since he’d been here, bart had heard many good things about this donut shop. this was the first morning he’d been up early enough to actually try it. he’d run out the door of his apartment (attempting a normal speed, as he was technically out of costume) and hurried to the little shop down the street. it was clearly a popular place, nearly full to capacity, already sold out of some of their daily specialty donuts, and not a single table empty.

normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. bart is no stranger to eating on the run. but this is different–he wants to take his time to savor this. he earned this donut, and he wants to enjoy it. so instead of leaving, he finds a table with only a single occupant and asks, “mind if i sit here?”

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danger did a brief scan of the donut shop as the man approached them. occupied. occupied. occupied. occupied. they had known as much -- somewhere, at least. it was, after all, the entire reason they had come -- and alone, at that. observe. just observe. the other would actually be of great benefit to them, assuaging anyone looking on and believing them to be ‘loitering’ ( which, while not entirely true since they did have a purpose, was understandable ). 

nodding to the empty booth across from them, they replied, “ yes, you may sit. ” perhaps this could actually be decent practice. not only in talking to strangers, but in getting information out of such people that she would not normally get, such as... “ if i may ask, what is so ‘pleasing’ about fried circles with holes ? ”

 ·.· ✶          @reshieldedstart​

·.· ✶       𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃  –    even  if  the  marks  of  a  steaming  cappuccino  down  the  front  of  lilac  blouse  might  suggest  otherwise  ,    it’s  with  a  confident  smile    (  perhaps  an  inch  of  annoyance  ,  aimed  at  herself  ,  in  the  taught  pull  of  lips.  )  she  laughs  it  off.  it  was  controlled  ,  manufactured  ,  she  found  no  humour  in  the  situation.   “  no  .   it  was  my  own  fault  really  ,    -  what’s  the  best  way  to  clean  up  something  like  this  again  ? “