Doors

[In a very bad hand. And with a background of very loud music, if there is anyone to hear.]

Sois sage, ô ma Douleur

[Call to Luke H]
[Three am, a sure sign of non-sobriety. Additionally, there are three attempts at calling, which result in hanging up, before she manages to actually stay on the line long enough for an answer. Ring.]

[A couple of hours after this no reply.]

[Locked to Stefan S]
What isn't Jeremy telling me? And don't lie to me, Stefan, or I'll just ask Damon.

I'm well aware of my status as a 'foreigner' here in the States, but it feels even more pronounced today. Couple that with my honest ignorance of the customs, and we've got the makings for a day spent inside.

[The day after the frost from Gotham's recent cold snap fully fades, Arkham Asylum has a massive security breach. Mid day, 2:45 PM, just after the guards operate a shift change. More than three-fourth of the inmates meet release, with a small fraction held behind for reasons undetermined. Every security camera has been ripped from the wall, non-functioning and offering no clue as to what went on inside. Not that a calling card is really necessary, the entire building is overgrown with greenery. Mostly English ivy, but plenty of poison oak. The only footage recovered via satellite comes from the camera directly at the entrance of the head doctor's office, where Crane once reigned. There is a glimpse of red hair and a close up of one green eye before she blows a kiss and it all goes back again, apparently disconnected. So much for double dares, Scarecrow.]

This place is not normal. I don't know what to do about this voice, but it's driving me mad. He says to use a key. I don't know where it goes, and I don't like following his directions. Who are these people and how do they go away?

[Locked to Maddie Kate R]

I know you don't know me, but I know you, kinda, and I wanted to see how you were.

So.

How are you? He worked you over really bad, I know. The guy up there told me, and I just want you to know that it really wasn't his fault. The guy up there, I mean.

Does that even make sense? Probably not.

But.

Hugs and kisses. I've got extra plasters if you want.

[Phonecall to the number Sam called him from. This is a couple days after he's collected the file she sent to Reno.]

Ring.



[At 7:45 PM that night.]

Ring.

Fireworks, margaritas, and some fried rice.

I do believe I can call this Wednesday a complete and utter success.

I am nearly out of Jose, however. Help a girl out?

[Sent to Meredith J. at Loren C.'s Residence...

A massive pink bear the size of a large dog. No card. It smells like roses.]

Im gonna leave some stuff at your place for a little while okay?