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[suckstobestrange]

Consider this a little public service announcement, and my good deed for the day.

[At first it’s just Stephen Strange, looking even more like a magic hobo than he usually does, before he moves the feed to focus on a mini-fridge sitting in the corner of the communal kitchens and wouldn’t be anything to comment on if not for the heavy chains wrapped around it keeping the door shut, or the padlock that really looked like overkill.]

If you see this fridge here, missing its padlock or even worse open and I’m not already there dealing with it? I recommend either finding me, or a flamethrower immediately.

[The mini-fridge, which had been sitting quietly until this point started to shake, the sound of something inside smacking against the door making the chains around it rattle. Stephen came into view just long enough to smack the top of the fridge with the handle of a broom which seemed to startle whatever was inside into silence again.]

It should be in the floor 5 kitchen so if it’s not, even if it’s still locked, you’re going to want to come get me and I’ll deal with it.

And if you value your continued good health don’t eat anything that comes out of this thing.

Comments

[suckstobestrange]

Until you have to actually put it in your mouth.

That's the point when you start heartily questioning every life choice that led to that specific moment.

[Said as if he doesn't spend too much time doing that anyways.]

[wingedman]

So what you're saying is that it doesn't go great with butter and some lemon juice.

[Yeah, personally, Sam would be questioning it way before it got to the point of actually eating eldritch horrors. But he is a normal sane person, not Stephen Strange.]

[suckstobestrange]

Pretty much.

What it does go great with is a fire.

As in it's on fire and no one has to eat it.

[wingedman]

And yet, you're still planning on putting some eldritch sushi in your mouth. I don't know who you are, but you are weird.

[suckstobestrange]

Trust me, if I could just order in some Chinese or pizza I'd be all over that.

[He shrugged, offering a faint wry sort of grin.]

I'm Doctor Strange. Or Stephen if you'd rather.

[wingedman]

Have you tried putting it on a pizza?

[And Sam just gives him a weird look.]

Doctor who?

[suckstobestrange]

I have, and the result just tainted my memory of pizza in all the wrong ways.

[That response just gets a wry snort from him.]

Strange. And yes that's actually my last name. Apparently the universe at large has an odd sense of humor.

[wingedman]

That sounds more like the sense of humor where the universe just keeps kicking you in the balls and laughing. It's only funny to the universe.

-Sam Wilson, by the way. [He hesitates for a moment, then adds:] Are you doing all right? 'Cause I know we just met and all, but hopefully you won't mind me saying that you look kinda like crap. [You don't need to know someone to see the telltale signs of fatigue, after all.]

[suckstobestrange]

Well that would explain why I'm walking funny lately.

[This whole 'alternate universes' thing is always a little weird when you meet familiar people, not gonna lie.]

It seems to be the running theme lately. Things got a bit messy back home, no real time to stop for a spa day you know.

[Deflection by snark? Deflection by snark. There's nothing wrong here, nothing to see here.]

[wingedman]

Don't I know it. Let me tell you, being a fugitive on the run from a hundred-odd governments really isn't all it's cracked up to be.

[Although being holed up in Wakanda isn't too bad, it isn't the sort of thing that can last indefinitely. Not that they've got to worry about that now, with most of them being here.]

[suckstobestrange]

I'd think being a fugitive on the run is generally not a good time, even without the impressive track record of way too many governments interested in catching you.