Doors

I overheard someone in a nice suit at the Wynn talking about how they've got to book the dragon next year. But, next time more Kanye.

Congrats, Avengers. You're tourist meat.

[Locked; Catwoman/Bianca T]
She's not expecting a response because Catwoman probably has SO MANY better things to do.

Caught you on TV with Poison Ivy and I'm assuming Harlequinn. I hope the fan boys didn't drool all over you too badly. I would've come to say hello but Caesar's is pretty far from Turnberry. Not to mention the dragon, ice, zombie things, etc

[Public, from Jonathan C.]

I never imagined Las Vegas to be quite this exciting and fulfilling.

I wonder if this will be a permanent arrangement. You wouldn't find me complaining if it was.

[Locked to Damian W.]

Are you here?

[Text to Luke H's phone (Bruce Wayne)]
If you aren't too busy saving people whose names you don't know, the baby bird is [...] having trouble. He's drunk, Crane got him with some fear gas, there are Talons after him, and he ran into something [...] villainous along the way. No need to text back. Just look out for him for the kitty cat, but don't tell him I tipped you off.

[After talking to Sam and finding out that Louis' alter is to blame for at least some of the chaos and destruction, Iris takes a chance on calling Louis' phone.]

Ring.

[Locked to Callum W, Hunter W/Syrena, Raegan W/Jon Snow]
Are all of you safe and accounted for?

[Locked to Phil C]
Agent Coulson, I was wondering if you had a moment? If you're in the field, it'll keep.

Ring.

[Lois L/Superman]

this one was so not my fault.

[Lois L/Catwoman]

having fun?

[Lois L/Batman - because of reasons lol]

Just checking in. Can I put you on the news? Brian's viewers love me.

[After this, once she's finally managed to get Gus back to sleep again, Finch curled close to him on the bed and Iris sitting in the chair in the corner. She has an assortment of bruises blooming on her skin, and just feels tired. She also has to admit that Selina's words did cut once she'd calmed down a bit herself. Having no idea who is in the city other than Bruce and Selina, she tries checking on everyone (else) she knows.]

[Louis and Sam/Christine]

Family check-in?


[Nell and Anton/Bruce B.]

Is everyone okay?


[Damian/Roger]

Selina and Bruce are here. Are you alright?

We need a plan to survive.

Those without fighting skills, please STAY INSIDE. Lock your doors, prepare a weapon in case. Something sharp or something with fire. Those usually work.

Those with fighting skills, post here to let us know what you can do. We have a choice between dragons, zombies and something...I've never seen before. At least there aren't chiropterans around this time.

[as batgirl.]

So, which party is the best for a gal to jump in on?

Dragons, winters and White Walkers. I am loving Las Vegas right now.

(( SPOILER ALERT for GoT fans who haven't read the books. God I think I should just copy/paste this every time. ))

[Some time after the lindworm appeared on the strip, a piece of chaos set into motion at the same time finally comes to fruition. A frantic 911 call is made by a nurse at a local hospital, who claims that something big burst out of the morgue and threw itself outside through a window after attacking a hapless lab attendant. Soon after, another one appeared in the same hallway, and she thinks - but she's hysterical, and can barely link her words together - she thinks the second one was the lab attendant.

Minutes later, two Draugr are making their way toward the strip, where there is the highest concentration of potential victims. They are massive, twice the size of a man and many times as strong. Their bodies are a swollen mockery of the dead, their skin thick and dark blue, their rolling eyes yellow and decayed. They smell of death and rot, and the sight of them is so terrible as to drive weak minds to madness. But these are not zombies - the creatures can speak, and do, taunting and calling to their prey in voices like the cold wind howling low through a barrow. They posses a wicked intelligence. They seek to create torment, and to kill. Normally they would also seek to eat their victims, but not these, no, these seem to be operating under special orders simply to attack. Their victims, if they come into contact with the Draugr's claws or teeth, rise as Draugr themselves within minutes, though many of the injuries ought not to be fatal on their own. It seems these Draugr are not necessarily dead, and might even be returned to their former state, which should make it all the harder to stem the tide by killing them.

It's a plague meant to play on the sympathies as it ravages, designed to trip up good-hearted heroes with moral dilemmas. It is designed to make the man with the sword hesitate long enough to let the creatures spread like wildfire.]

Fucking nightmare.

Everyone in one piece?

[The takeover of Caesars goes largely unnoticed in the advent of all the other chaos in Las Vegas. Or, it does, until Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn hold a press conference and draw attention to the fact that they've seized the casino and hotel, while inviting Gotham to come play. Mind-controlled armed guards protect the entrances and prowl the casino floor, and the remaining employees are tied up in the hotel kitchen. Eager to get a look at characters from the popular Batman franchise, tourists drive hours to get to the hotel, and the queue to get in seems endless, despite the destruction in the city. Inside, the ladies hold court, in their own ways.]

[After this, and after using the wallet she "borrowed" from Luke's room to acquire some appropriate clothing at a fetish-wear store. Look, no stealing (sort of). Good kitty.]

[Locked to Poison Ivy]
Please tell the kitty cat you're around? She's feeling sorry for herself, and she thinks taking over one of these shiny casinos might be just the thing to make her feel better.

[Locked to Damian Wayne]
Is the baby bird around and enjoying the bright lights?

[Locked: Poison Ivy/Harley Q]

There's a villa at the Wynn you're welcome at if you're traipsing around Las Vegas.

To: All Wynn Employees
From: msummers@wynnlasvegas.com
Subject: Location

If you are currently within the building, please let me know so I can inform Mr Winters. Also if you can help me gather the names of all who have entered looking for refuge that would be appreciated too. Or at least keep them in one area until I can gather the necessary information to be on the safe side.

Thank you,
Miranda.

[Tate's foray through the door unleashes a different kind of darkness on Las Vegas. Men, women and children, long since dead, wander the streets, the wounds that killed them visible and gore-raw. Some violent, some sad, they are all most certainly dead. Among them, the Dead Breakfast Club is out for vengeance, and Doctor Charles Montgomery wanders the street in a blood-stained medical coat, silver medical instruments in his hands and blood dripping from them as he seeks out someone to cut apart and sew back together. The living can wish these haunts away, but that isn't immediately obvious. And you can't kill the dead.]