(CLOSED) / disney's phantom manor

[rehandle]

Who: Stephen Strange (rehandle), Avengers of all flavours, and any future special guest stars.
What: Stephen adopts some multiversal strays
When: July onward
Where: Dr. Strange's Home For Peculiar Adults (his house in Sunset Falls & related adventures)
Content Warnings: will uh. will update as needed. likely to get messy in here with talk of character death at a minimum





[ On Will-o'-the-Wisp Walk, a beautiful old manor house stands at the end of a grand driveway in grounds lush, green and weeping with willows. At first glance it might look like a perfectly ordinary Sunset Falls home, but a quick Google will cite it as the present residence of one Dr. Stephen Strange, who stands guard over the basement-bound dimension that started spiriting away Sunset Falls residents that one time.

For the most part, excluding the months when the yard played host to a massive space ship whose outline still marks the lawn, all's been quiet up at the house since the basement incident.

Not so come July. With the latest Confluence arrive a slew of new faces, and the usual tranquil unease of one Sunset Falls street is unlikely to stay tranquil for long... ]


[ (If you've ever been to Disneyland, no you haven't, and you've never seen this house before in your life.) ]

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for stephen.

[vaudevision]

[ for the lack of more obviously sensible options at the moment, vision has chosen to follow his colleagues to chateau strange in sunset falls. he’s a little at loose ends, as evidenced by how clean the house becomes over the course of a week or so. the walkways have been pressure-washed, the hedges trimmed, the silver polished. he even irons fitted sheets.

but there’s no amount of distraction that can really keep him from the awareness, slotted temporarily in his subsystems, that he has perhaps more questions about their situation in this dimension than his colleagues, who rightly have very many questions—and he may have more questions for pretty good reasons. so he considers himself lucky that their temporary landlord might be a good authority on matters of transdimensional travel and, well. surviving the impossible.

he catches stephen in passing, incidentally, while washing dishes. he’s been meandering around as faux human, because per his preliminary research people in this world have mixed opinions on starfallen, visible difference, the color red. best not to make things more complicated until they have to be. ]

—ah, there you are, Dr. Strange. [ shutting off the sink and reaching for a hand towel. ] Do you have a moment? I’ve been meaning to speak with you.

[rehandle]

[ The shutting off of the sink makes a nice cue for the sinking feeling Stephen gets as he finds himself elbow deep in the fridge with Vision drying his hands ahead of a conversation.

He's been busy this last week. Always some reason to be going more often than he's coming back: a jailbreak or a long overdue talk with a friend or more guard attacks elsewhere in the haunted little town he almost calls home. But here he is, getting ready to make himself a sandwich, very obviously not in a hurry to do much of anything. And so, finally, the inevitable catches up to him.

Funny. You spend years preparing for a whole array of impossible, uncomfortable conversations about a life lived in another universe, and then up shows the one iteration of the one guy whose conversation topic of choice is inevitably going to be the massive shitshow you only just experienced.

He doesn't have even the bones of a script ready. Suddenly keenly regretting having spent his career dodging the need to gain any meaningful family room experience.

Extracting himself from the refrigerator empty-handed, Stephen turns somewhat stiffly in the Vision's direction. Brows raised, faux casual, mouth pressed into a line that he manages to twitch for a moment into a non-committal almost smile. ]

Oh? Sure.

[ 'Oh? Sure'? Oh, sure, Strange. Impeccable execution. ]