Ik it isn't bitter sunday but like what if tony had a daughter and team free loader tries to go back to the compound and she gives them a piece of her mind ft. Pepper,Rhodey, & Peter
Her name is Vic because of course Tony names his daughter Victory. She is almost as tall as Tony–she’ll get there one day, of that she’s sure–has her father’s curly, brown hair and her mother’s grey eyes–and, as her mother likes to joke sometimes, both of their worst qualities. She’s petty and sharp-tongued and never quite knows when to quit, and she adores Tony almost as much as Tony adores her.
Only Pepper, Rhodey and Peter are smart enough to be terrified of her.
The first time Pepper realises the extend of the Wrath Of Vic™ she’s leading the redeemed Avengers into their old compound. It’s still official SI property and since Tony refused to be here Pepper has decided to handle the team herself. She’s got plans.
Plans she never gets the chance to enact. Because when they arrive at the compound, Pepper is as surprised as everyone else to discover that they aren’t alone. And that every wall–every wall in the entire building, how did she even do that–is painted in the most galling, eye-paining shade of orange she has ever had the misfortune to see.
She doesn’t let any of her surprise show of course. Pepper hasn’t worked for Tony for years for nothing. Besides the returning “heroes” expressions are very gratifying indeed.
The orange isn’t the only new decoration either. In every place where there used to be the trademark Avengers sign, there is now Traitors written in poisonous green letters on the walls. The floors have been covered in a very cheap, very ugly carpet with a lot of suspicious spots Pepper decides she doesn’t want to investigate. The kitchen is filled with food.
Weeks old food.
Pepper is starting to suspect that Vic has been preparing for this ever since the Congress finally decided to take up negotiations on the Accords again.
(She is wrong. Vic has been preparing for this day since she spent seven endless hours in an impersonal hospital waiting room, awaiting the news of her father’s fate.)
The furniture in the personal rooms is mostly still there, if now covered in spray-painted graffitis. Mostly there seem to be a lot of penises and middle-fingers from what Pepper can make out. It’s so pointlessly childish she has to hide her face behind a file for a moment to hide a stubborn smile.
Dirty footprints, drops of paint, greasy hand prints on the windows, dust…the place is a mess.
Pepper is so busy pretending not to bask in Steve Roger’s horrified disbelief, she almost misses the girl sitting cross-legged in the middle of the common room–on the only spot of clean floor available–typing away on a laptop.
“Oh, you’re here,” she comments, shuts her laptop.
Rogers frowns. “Who are you?” he asks distractedly, apparently still in too much shock by the state of his home.
Vic blinks, once, twice, then smiles with all her teeth. “My name is Victory Stark. You may remember meeting my father, Anthony Stark.”
The announcement is met by stunned silence.
“I didn’t–didn’t know Tony had a daughter,” Steve manages to get out eventually.
Impossibly, Vic’s grin widens.
“Don’t worry,” she says as she gets to her feet, shoulders her bag, “You’re unlikely to forget any time soon.”
And with that she pirouettes on her heels, kicking an open can of Red Bull until it falls over and spills on the ground where she sat just a moment ago, and strides out of the room, humming I’m sexy and I know it as she does so.
[”How did you do it? You’d have to have been painting day and night to do this much damage in such a short time!” Pepper asks curiously a few hours later.
“Would’ve been some well-spent weeks.” Vic shrugs unapologetically. “Wasn’t necessary though. I just asked on craigslist if any Iron Man fans felt the need to make their feelings known to the dear Captain.”
“And proprietary damage is what you came up with?”
“Oh, no.” Vic’s smile is unholy. “That’s just the start. I got together with some girls from my school to brainstorm. Honestly, how more people aren’t deathly afraid of cheerleaders I’ll never know.”
One to Sherlock, with chloroform, to try incapacitate his mind and body. It works for a bit,
One to John, with saccharin, to try to incapacitate his heart, his emotions. It doesn’t seem to work, at all. He doesn’t do what she asks and in Morocco admits that he was the one tracking her and that he no longer even likes her,
The first one is from her heart and the second one is from her brain. Circles are symbolic of feelings and rectangles are symbolic of thoughts/reason.
We see a circular effect around Sherlock to show that the drug is taking effect but this also shows that this is a message from Mary’s true feelings: she wants him out of the picture, immobilised, impaired.
We see two staggered rectangular windows throwing their shape up against the wall behind John as he reads Mary’s letter. These are like the rectangles in Mycroft’s office. Mycroft is often associated with these rectangles, he’s the one who truly believes (apparently) that reason is to be exalted above everything else.
The circular motif associated with Mary’s letter to Sherlock can also denote that this is an emotional journey for Sherlock. Discovering who Mary is, trying to protect her and John; this, like Mycroft says, is about sentiment.
For John, reading Mary’s letter may be an intellectual exercise. He may not have any trust left for her. He says he, ‘used to’, like her, so he’s saying he doesn’t even like her, any more. This letter may not be affecting him on an emotional level other than to consider what type of negative consequences it might mean for himself and his baby. These rectangles could be about John trying to figure out how Mary thinks, what her next move may be. What his next move ought to be. Maybe the rectangles are like a chess board on which he contemplates his strategy.
The rectangles associated to Mary’s letter to John may be a sign that she and Mycroft continue to work together despite the latter’s denials. She may have been hired by him to, ‘keep a weather eye’, on him between TRF and TEH and then like Mary says, ‘something went wrong’. And just like in Georgia, that something appears to have been Mary.
It was originally believed that the person who sent the bottle of poisoned ale to Dr. Wilson was a man named Frederick Geis, Jr. whose wife, Bess, had died following a botched abortion preformed by the doctor. Fred’s family didn’t even know he’d married Bess, but he claimed they had married secretly in another city (using false names) simply to save her position as school teacher, as at the time teachers had to be spinsters or give up their jobs. Presumably that’s at least part of the reason why Bess had to have the abortion as well.
The doctor received a bottle purported to be sent as an advertisement for a new type of ale which it was hoped, if he enjoyed it, he would recommend to his “patients and friends”. The brewery it was said to have come from told police that they didn’t use typewriters in making their labels, that the letterhead was not their own, and that they didn’t even make ale. Detectives found the shop where the special “S” key for the type was purchased but not the man who purchased it.
The express clerk who received the package was also sent an anonymous letter telling him to “go slow, indeed, in identifying anybody in the matter. It would be awful to send anyone to the gallows for putting such an infernal rascal as Wilson out of business”.
Frederick was arrested for killing the doctor in revenge for his wife’s death but was released when it came to light that the bottle had been sent to Dr. Wilson before Bess had died (there was a mix up with the dates, confusing the American system with the European, reading the date as the month and vise-versa). Fred’s arrested came a day or two after this article was published and he was released by July 7th.
On the first anniversary of the doctor’s death a package was mailed to the police from the killer, which included the special “S” keys used to type the bottle’s label, as well as a piece of wood bearing the same hammer impression which was used to package the bottle of ale.
An article in the
The Cincinnati Enquirer
written July 16, 1916 shows there was still no clue as to who might have sent Dr. Wilson the poisoned ale.
Happy Endings in Age of Youth 2. Even Song Ji Won.
Age of Youth 2 completes the stories of the Belle Epoque girls, and gives them all the fairy tale happy endings they needed from Season 1. I know, I know, there’s Song ji Won, but let’s save her for last.
From 1984 to 1996, one of television’s best crime-solvers was a retired English teacher turned mystery writer. Angela Lansbury played best-selling novelist and amateur sleuth Jessica Fletcher in Murder, She Wrote. A hugely popular series both then and now, Murder, She Wrote was an institution on Sunday nights for over a decade. Each week, Jessica encountered another murder - sometimes right in her home town of Cabot Cove, Maine and other times at points all across the country and around the world. Using her sharp eye and her steely resolve, Jessica never failed to identify the guilty party and wrap up the case for the local police.
Like other classic TV shows, Murder, She Wrote is leaving Netflix on January 1, 2017. With over 200 episodes over 12 seasons, you may not know where to start. While the format never changed that much from Episode 1 to Episode 264, here are a few suggestions for diving into the series.
Tough Guys Don’t Die (Season 1, Episode 15) – One of the treats of the show was watching Angela Lansbury work with other veterans of the Broadway stage, and this episode introduces Jerry Orbach as hard-boiled private eye Harry McGraw. Before he was Lennie Briscoe, Orbach recurred as McGraw, a tough shamus who frequently ran into Jessica and pulled her into his cases. In this first episode (peppered with homages to the private eye genre), Jessica had been working with his partner “Archie Miles” before Archie was bumped off. Despite a rocky start to their friendship, Jessica and Harry team up to bring the killer to justice.
Murder Takes the Bus (Season 1, Episode 18) – A variation on the “locked room mystery,” this episode finds Jessica and Cabot Cove Sherriff Amos Tupper (Tom Bosley) on a bus to Boston that has to stop at a roadside diner to wait out a storm. The wait turns into an investigation when it’s revealed one of the passengers was stabbed in his seat, and Jessica has to figure out when he was killed and identify the killer.
Sticks and Stones (Season 2, Episode 10) – This episode finds Amos on the eve of retirement with John “Gomez Addams” Astin all set to replace him. But a series of poison pen letters floods Cabot Cove and the ensuing feuds and misunderstandings result in two murders. The plot ties to a planned real estate development and ends with Jessica tearfully revealing that a longtime friend is a murderer.
The Corpse Flew First Class (Season 3, Episode 12) – Another “locked room” mystery, but this locked room is flying at 30,000 feet. On a flight from the US to London, Jessica has to contend with a murder and the theft of a priceless necklace. There’s no shortage of suspects on board, but how did the killer dispatch his victim and steal the jewels? Or are the two even connected? It’s a clever puzzle that doesn’t wrap up until customs.
Witness for the Defense (Season 4, Episode 3) – The old joke is that Jessica Fletcher would be the worst friend to have – everywhere she goes, murder follows. But it’s never articulated on the show as well as it is by Patrick McGoohan as a feisty attorney in this episode. Jessica’s in Canada to help her friend, a man who stands accused of killing his wife. Much of the show is set in the courtroom, giving ample opportunity for Angela Lansbury and McGoohan to square off.
If It’s Thursday, It Must Be Beverly (Season 4, Episode 7) – Jessica went all around the world, but for me the best episodes were the ones set in Cabot Cove. This one, one of the greatest of the small town stories, involves a deputy sheriff who goes the extra mile to protect and serve the ladies of Cabot Cove. When one of them turns up dead, Jessica has to decide if the local Romeo is innocent or guilty.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall (Parts 1 and 2) (Season 5, Episodes 21 and 22) – At one time, this was going to be the series finale. Ultimately a deal was worked out where Angela Lansbury would come back, but if the show had ended here, it would have been a great way to go out. Jean Simmons plays a rival mystery writer who is losing ground (and money) to Jessica, and she decides to steal a story rather than come up with one of her own. Plagiarism is the least of her worries when she winds up accused of murder. Not only is it a great mystery, but it features terrific acting and character development between Jessica and William Windom’s Dr. Seth Hazlitt.
Murder Among Friends (Season 12, Episode 16 – After eleven years at the top of the ratings on Sunday nights, CBS moved Murder, She Wrote to Thursdays at 8:00. Up against the second season of Friends, Jessica Fletcher’s audience collapsed, and the show was slated for cancellation. But before it signed off, Murder, She Wrote got its digs in as Jessica investigates a murder on the set of a hit sitcom about a group of twentysomethings. The show’s title? Buds.
They requested Antigone and Georgie of Wooden Overcoats!
I picked a few of my favorite Antigone and Georgie moments to draw (technically the one from The Trial of Rudyard involves other characters, but Antigone and Georgie do spend most of the episode gumshoe-ing together) – and this gave me a great excuse to relisten to Wooden Overcoats. I hope you enjoy it!
PS – It looks a lot better at full-view, and the images have comments if you click on them :-)
If I sliced through soft skin words would pour out,
thick like mercury; dangerous, poisonous words,
letters that cloud the brain like grey smog,
polluted as the black factory skies.
We thrive off anger, but feed off attention,
we aren’t living, rather existing,
crossing off the days as though they mattered.
Crystallised emerald eyes almost translucent,
filled to their capacity with jealous secrets,
for we are human, we are strange myths,
we are a feeling that cannot be deciphered,
to never know the tense of our emotions.
Hysteria weaved into our veins with needle and thread,
looping, double knots round critical arteries,
cutting off blood flow to our slow beating hearts,