Noelle - Day 90 (Final Art Gallery Post)

Yep we're back!
And with more R.M.S. parts too!  Actually, just one short one today, and tomorrow, but I promise action after that.  You see, I'm so behind on blogging and actually writing out R.M.S. that I'm scrambling to keep up.  At any rate, it's way easier to schedule R.M.S. than actual, interesting blogging material.  Mph.

I take it back, tomorrow I will for once actually post something interesting.  I know, bizarre, right?  But that's tomorrow.  Today is just a quick text post.  So before I clear out, have an R.M.S. story part. If you're new (we are trying to recruit readers and bloggers, remember, so you never know) you can check out all former story parts and get caught up on the story here.

Random Marvel-based Story (Part 47)

The team, having already heard Jess’s abrupt talks with the threat writer over the com system, so they peppered her with questions the moment she walked out into the light, purple diamond dress and everything.  Sam was too lost in his own thoughts and concern to answer anything, and Jess was stone-faced, ignoring her teammates and stalking out the door.  Tony Stark had long since disappeared, so the team just sat staring into space, too tired to speak.

“We should go report back to Nick,” Spider-man said finally, taking charge.

“Report what exactly?  Our mission was botched by freakazoid blondie and no negotiations, nothing!”  Sam snapped like a wounded animal.  The team fell into silence for another long, awkward moment, and Nova’s hurtful echoed in their ears, slowly sinking his poison in.

“Where did Jess go?”  Luke said, and something about his tone said that he was done making excuses for her horrible behavior.

“Probably disappeared again,” Ava groaned bitterly, sipping a drink.  “To quote Spidey, off drinking root beer and laughing at us.”

“If I were Jess, where would I go when if I wanted to hide?”  Peter wondered, “Where does she escape to?”

Danny winced, though nobody noticed.  Once again, he had missed his moment to speak up.  He had known all along, but Jess had once again given them the cold shoulder and even a year of her watching his back wouldn’t change that.  “Let’s go tell the Director about this development,” He said flatly, and slowly, the five of them dragged their way across the Gallery floor and into the night...

...Jess wasn’t at the apartment when Danny got a home.  Honey was though, and the warm fluff ball proved to be very comforting as he meditated in front of the open window.  No stars swam through the light-bleached sky, something he hated about New York - the horrible pollution.  Probably why Jess loves it so much, she can relate to it, he thought.  With that acidic thought eating through his mind, he was slowly lulled to sleep on the corner of the couch.

Alright, I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow folks!'

P.S.

Keep in mind that today is Wreck this Journal Wednesday!! I'll try to post some of my photos some time, but our computer is still down and they're all on there, so maybe not.