Doors

Any of y'all got times you feel like you want the earth to open up and just swallow y'all whole?

Grocery bag split on the bus. Everything dropped, everything busted, OJ and cream all over the darn aisle, people getting on and just stepping all over the mess and the bus driver was just mad.

Guess sometimes things this side can feel like they're worse.

ETA: [Locked to Ian R]

Mister Russell, I got offered something else. Thank you so much for the opportunity, but I'm going to be working elsewhere. [Nothing shows]

[Locked to Lin A]

Sam says you talked to her.

[The call to Wren comes not so long after this.]

Ring!

[Phone call to Sera A, after talking to Wren.]

Ring!

[The packaged is delivered to Sam A at her hospital room by a respected courier service in the city. He provides identification when asked, and there is nothing but the utmost of professional behaviour from him. The box he delivers is a plain brown parcel with Sam's name on the front.

Inside are papers detailing both the arrest and release of a Joey Alexander, a statement from the courier that he attacked that there would be no charges pressed, and a small, personal note from the sender.]

Sam,
I didn't think it prudent to leave your brother in jail.
Do get to feeling better.

Yours,
Ian

[Ring]

[After this.]

[Locked to Neil D]
Joey [...] Ian [...] Ella and Lin. No
[Not posted.]

[Locked to Louis D]
Lou. Are you there, Lou? You need to fucking do something for me.

[Locked to Joey A]
Joey? Where the fuck are you? Answer me, or I swear to god I will kick your fucking ass. [...] Please? Please, just fucking answer.

I'm so

So

Hung

Hunt
G

Huuuungo

Fucked. Yes.

[Call to Nell S-M]
[After this. Ring.]