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INBOX text / audio / video / action [Stephen hasn't bothered to record a proper voicemail message, so enjoy the standard one. Because let's be real he has way too many Important Trashdoctor Things To Do to be worrying about which of you nerds know who's number they've phoned.

You're smart, he has faith you can figure it out. Or something.] code credit

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Please tell me you will help contain the dual disaster that is monsters in the basement and Loki pitching a fit? Please? I am actually asking so nicely right now, facial hair bro.

Fuck, I can't--

[ It might be hard to hear over the pulsing music, but if you can hear his cursing, sorry. There is some the sound of movement, the music still loud and overpowering before it fades just a little and you can hear someone, Tony, breathing deeply.

He will deny his voice shaking.]

So there's powder and it's like Holi but so not because-- fuck, Stephen, I think-- it's neon and bright and I'm high and I didn't want-- fuck.

[ There is more shuffling, the sound of the music growing louder and then the sound of Tony's laughter, just this side of sane. ] Loki's covered in gold, and I can't think and it's awesome but can you not hate me tomorrow?

[ Does he make sense? Probably not. Sorry. That's all you're getting before the voicemail ends.]

You wanna hang out and prod my magical music box? That's not a euphemism.

really random question but can you make astral flowers that explode astral glitter into the physical world at all for me?

for like... tomorrow?

please?

[ Wherever Stephen is one afternoon, a ball of green light floats into the room, bursts, and forms the shimmering words: NYERRR WAT'S UP DOC? ]

You should go to the parade. Get out in the sunlight and the fresh air, all that.

Hey, is it okay if I stay at your place for a few days?

You still need help with the sanctum?

[ Wow look at him doing something he never thought he'd do. ]

Stephen, what do you remember about the incursions?

Hey, Stevie. Steve-o. Supreme Ice Cream Delight.

How goes the renovations?

[Baby's first spell, as it turns out, is in the nature of protection. Which makes sense, because Sam's flipped through the spellbook Stephen gave him, and a lot of them are defensive spells. If you start messing with magic, he knows from the little Stephen's told him, you have to be ready to defend yourself with magic.

Or a battle-axe.

With a few muttered words and a gesture, a small rope of light coils around a table leg. It would take less energy to use a real rope, but this will, once he gets used to it, hold more than a material rope its size would - plus he won't have to carry one with him.

Sam gets tired of practicing on his table soon enough, and instead uses the ropes to bind Stephen's ankles to his chair. He holds the spell and doesn't say anything, looking completely innocent.]

Hey, Doctor Strange.
I've kind of been hanging out in the Sanctum Sanctorum which I'm pretty sure you already knew about
but I wanted to ask to make sure it's okay?

[Sam somehow manages to hide that he's preparing for Stephen's birthday. You know, even while baking a cake (actually multiple cakes because you can't just bake one cake, the mice have to have a cake too so they don't eat the first cake Sam's entire life has turned into If You Give a Mouse a Cookie).

Come night, there's a cake on the table, along with a pizza (yes, he ordered out, but he knows Stephen loves pizza), and Sam goes to look for Stephen after warning the mice of Dire Repercussions if they lay a paw on the food.]

Hey, you should take one of your potions, I ordered a pizza for dinner.

[Look at how completely innocent he is.]

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[He may not have heard it, but she promised that she'd check in on the hopefully once-mangled doctor. While she's certain that the professionals (please ignore Stephen's evaluations of their abilities) handled his injuries properly, Rogue has a feeling that his pride still looked as though Colossus had drop kicked a watermelon.

Because things like this were normal in their universe, there's a knock not at the door to his room, but at the window. Have a smirking woman with wild hair floating outside the window. Sure the windows weren't supposed to open for security reasons, but she's confident that the likely bored and grumpy patient could figure out a way to assist her. Otherwise, she had no problem simply breaking through and leaving him with a mess to clean up.

Knock knock Strange. She came bearing the gifts of company, booze, and better still, opportunities to cast and perhaps alleviate some of his salty boredom.]

[At some point after Stephen comes home from the hospital, Sam lets himself into the Sanctum, a gangly young black lab on a harness trotting along with him. Hopefully, Stephen's in his bedroom resting (like he's supposed to be), but he's definitely not counting on it. But that's where he checks first anyway.]

[Tony actually isn't all that sure what to expect of Strange, though it hasn't stopped him from heading to the bar to make himself comfortable. He doesn't know all that much about his own universe's version of the man, and what little Sam has said about this one hasn't exactly painted a clear picture.

Still, it's drinks. How hard can that be? Tony is perfectly capable of being sociable when he needs to. He just...hasn't bothered a whole lot lately.

And he does nod companionably enough when the man himself appears. Well, he did have a point about the facial hair. Good to know.]

Wasn't sure what you were drinking, so I didn't order for you. First round's on me, though. [It's usually a good way to make friends fast.]

My brother is here
The speedster one
Do you mind if he moves into my room?
He's a bit of an ass but not that bad

Old man
where are you?

[He'd promised Stephen an update later when the sorcerer had portalled himself and Tony to the hospital. Now Tony's unconscious again, and Sam's wearily dragging his ass back to the Sanctum, his head stuffed full of new trauma and the knowledge Tony shared with him of what had happened on his end of things. His heart aches, his eyes burn, and he doesn't know where to start. When he finds Stephen, he just buries his face in the crook of his neck for a few moments. Sam's usually better at coping than this, but you can't blame a guy for having a few issues with his own mortality.]

Hey, Doctor Strange. This is Squirrel Girl.

So, I know it's not exactly an option right now? But if you ever get the chance, Howard the Duck asked me to remind you that you still owe him 17 dollars. And that he'd really like the spell you put on his tail taken off.

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