Doors

[After this.]

[Locked to Cerise S.]
[...] hes dead.

[as Rose T., who still believes she is in the Void in a world conjured up by her own mind.]

Where is a good alien invasion when you need it?

[After this and killing a bottle of Jameson and a litany of her colorful pills.]

[call to wren m.]

Ring, ring.

[locked to adam w.]

[All sloppily scribbled out, so it's still visible to him.] i HIope yodu like your brithsi slu enjoy spending your life with a shdut in I miss you so much and love you so mucch it kilss me

[Private to Bruce B.]

Do you have a Hulk-Out room?

[TEXT: VINCE/WINNIE]
Bar later?


[TEXT: VINCE/WILL]
Remember when things were simple?

I hate job hunting. I really hate it. Can I say how much I hate it?

Now that you have an idea of how much I hate job hunting, I still need a job. Rent's late, like a lot late. My fault, I know, but gotta hustle something up, or my ass is gonna be homeless.

Ideas? Chips, dealing, anything?

I'm not good at being serious, but I'm trying to be.

[Filtered away from Draco Malfoy, visible to everyone and anyone else]

So what do, um, two blokes do on a second date? Or anyone on a second date, really? I haven't really had that before.

[the handwriting is large, loopy, and scrawled out to the point where it's hard to decipher what she's writing]

My roommate leaves.

My brother leaves.

Is there no one I can have some faith in here? I trust him more than anyone else here, and he likes to jump in my skin like I'm not using it.

[Locked to Rose R.]
Why didn't you tell me that the world went dark? Are you okay?

[Locked to the others in the Fairy Tale Door]
Did the darkness come after my visit to your world?

[Email to D. Webster]

Dear Mr Webster,

We are now past $10,000. You will need to confirm or halt ongoing action on your account.

Sincerely,

O Landon

[Phone Call: Jade C/Spencer W]

Ring Ring

[Text: Nick P/Spencer W]
after talking to jade

I need to talk to you. Your place in 20 minutes?

[After this.]

[LOCKED to Kellan Z.]

Call. [Phone number to a local motel.]

please

[Comm to Catwoman]

[Dick's been sitting in his apartment thinking quietly for a very long time and drinking somewhat heavily, but he doesn't sound drunk. Just tired. And introspective. There's no real pretense or even a hello.]

There was a time, not so long ago in my estimation, that I had my finger on the pulse of this whole god damn operation. But here we are, I don't have a clue what's going on but the first thing I want to do is ground every single one of the bat kids and string Bruce up by his toes until I figure out exactly where everything went sideways, because it sure wasn't this incident that caused it - incidents like this don't cause what's going on here. Incidents like this don't happen the way this happened. This isn't my family, Cat. This isn't my world and I don't know what the rules are here, but I don't like them. And if playing by them means every man for himself then I don't want to play by them. Where the hell is everyone? Because I just don't know who I want to throttle first.