Doors

[Same text, sent to both sisters]

Please tell me you are okay. I'm in the basement at the garage until whatever this is blows over.

There's a pirate ship here!

I have not seen one of those in some time. Intriguing.

[Locked to Acheron]

And you, are you here?

[Text to Tiffani's phone, from Tristan's]

I want a fresh salad.

[Another text, from Tristan's phone to Tiffani's]

Or those vegetarian noodles you brought me that one time.

[When that receives no answer, she sends another text.]

Tiffani?

[When that also receives no answer, she tries her cell phone, and then the Ranch phone.]

Ring Ring.

As Bianca T

[Text: Andrew M/Bianca T]

Please tell me you're next door and not on the Strip?

[Text: Blake T/Bianca T]

My favorite Uncle better not be frozen, dragon food, or the victim of a Hulk Smash.

[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.]

[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.

[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?

Fucking nightmare.

Everyone in one piece?