Doors

[After sunrise. 'Loki'.]

No need to thank me. You are all welcome.

[As soon as she can get her hands on a phone.]

Ring.

[Locked to the Phantom peoples]

Check in. Does anyone need any help?

[Locked to Nick P]

Did you survive?

[Locked to Elias M.]

[his writing is shaking, nearly illegible, and the page is spotted with what looks like blood]

drink?

[Locked to Jules S.]

[just as shaky as above]

Survive?

[Locked to Clare J.]

Just checking in.

[Posted anonymous a few hours after dawn. He's seen her reply to Loki, so he takes a chance.]

Clinic fix you up right, girl?

[As the sun rises, everyone inside Passages feels a compulsion to return to wherever they belong, now that things outside have returned to normal. Mid-conversation, mid-sex, mid-terror, the guests of the hotel step away from what they’re doing, and leave it behind. The dead have disappeared, the ice has melted, the dragon is a person once more, and the Draugr are human again. Alters are lured back into their worlds, and Las Vegas residents are spat out into the halls of Passages and then led back to their homes.

Outside, Las Vegas is in shambles, but the public reaction is not as bad as it could be. The presence of superheroes in the world has given humanity hope and, as the fatality count is rather low, there is no National Guard sent to man the city. Instead, youtube clips become viral and news channels broadcast clips of the heroes saving the city over and over. The general belief is that these are mere men and women, taking on the mantle of the fictional characters they admire in order to deal with some biological terrorist attack on Las Vegas. There are no reports of these heroes harming anyone, and the reaction to them is entirely positive. Government officials promise to find the terrorist threat, and they commend the men and women who came to the aid of the citizens of Las Vegas. Repair efforts begin the following morning, and volunteers are requested throughout the county.

As for Passages, all damage to the hotel is repaired, but one key change remains. The triage center disappears, and in its place there are key-slots behind a old, wood lobby desk. There is nothing in the slots, but they are pristine and clean, giving the impression that something will be there eventually. The dusty halls are sconce-lit and quiet once more, and the day barely filters through the old windows. Everything, it seems, is as it should be once more.]

[In the Obituaries of the morning post, there's a small blurb about Danielle Sullivan, an MMA fighter that died of a knife wound, found in an alley not far from Passages.  It's passed off as a mugging gone bad given her history of fighting.  It is noted on the sports news channels and there's a segment on her MMA career that gets replayed in the next few days at odd hours, used mostly as filler for the news.]

[Within 10 minutes of sunrise, and after hearing two voicemails on her phone - a rambling one from Selina, and one that's a week old from her lawyer.]

[Locked to Maddie Kate R/Mary Jane W]
Are you okay?

[Locked to Jack C]
Home, Jack?

[Locked to Damian W/Roger D]
Selina asked me to check on Damian. Are you alright?

[Texts to Luke H]
[In rapid succession.]
Where are you?
Is he okay?
Who is he with?
I'm coming there.
Don't even try to tell me that it's a terrible idea, Luke.

[Text to Theo's phone, as soon as he returns to the office to check on the Wynn.]

All clear at W. You still in one piece, old man?

[Kate R]

Katherine. Where are you?

[Evan H]

I don't suppose you have seen my wife anywhere, Evan?

So. Which one of you lovely people lost a cane this weekend? It's a lovely thing, smooth wood, a lion carved at the top.

I thank you for the party favor. I do so love a reminder of an amusing evening.

[Nell M]

Remember about a year ago when you completely coerced me into agreeing that you are probably too old to be sent to your room?

I take it back.

[Locked Raegan/Theo]

Do you need a ride? I'm still at Passages.

[Text: Kate R/Theo W]

Take the next 24 hours off at least.  No arguments.

[Public; Anonymous]

If you're handy with a razor, I hope you're alright.

[Locked Individually; Nell/Arya and Maren]

I hope you're alright.  Let me know, please.

[Anonymous/Jaime Lannister]

Did you survive?  Inquiring minds want to know.

[Shortly after sunrise, while en route back home.]

[Locked to Jack C.]

So, you have Jason Todd in your Great You make it through the madness okay?

[Locked to Simon C.]

Just checking in. No worse for wear, I hope?

[Locked to Roger D.]

You know the drill, big brother. Oh, and a heads-up for the kid-- Bruce has a million things he wants to "discuss" with him. Something to look forward to.

[Locked to Maddie Kate R.]

This place reminds me more and more of Seattle every day. You okay?

[Tiffani R]

My car is missing. Where are you? I need a new one. WHERE ARE YOU WHERE ARE YOU WHERE ARE YOU There is no food here. YOU HAD BETTER BE ALL RIGHT OR I AM GOING TO KILL THEM ALL

[Sam A]

Were you here working?