As Turner D Century dreamed, the world began to unravel and shift, so much of it going back to how things were around 1900.
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Edwin Jarvis sat in the former Avengers' Mansion. Turner D. Century had appreciated the former butler's style, politeness, and old world charm, and the man's unconscious had rewarded Jarvis for it.
Now rather than being the servant, he was the wealthy master of the mansion. It felt good.
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When he had seen the X-Men fight their strange villains. Turner D. Century had been quite scandalized by how they'd all looked, flagrantly running around with costumes often even more preposterous than other heroes had. They had seemed like a bunch of harlots to him, and now....
Emma Frost lit a cigarette and inserted it into its long ivory holder. The madame of Frost's House of Beauty exhaled a plume of smoke a s she relaxed in bed. There was a part of her that recognized that this was wrong, but another part that was feeling quite a thrill to be rule over the former X-Men, make them all the little beauties in her stable. The mansion was hers now, her House of Beauty.
Madame Frost rang a silver bell to summon her assistant.