Doors

[Posted as 'Loki'.]

I was told that I should speak with you about [...] a place to stay?

[As X-23]

NO MORE

[On the office line. Pretend like this was posted yesterday, okay? Okay.]

Ring, ring.

There isn't enough alcohol.

I'm not going to another party.

I'm so fucking sorry.

[Posted the night following the party.]

[Locked to Selina K]

You know, I live in a roost of little birds, and one of them told me a couple kids went missing one night while I was gone. I guess they came back looking happy and got paid pretty well, whatever they were doing. Not friends, either, the ones who disappeared and came back. They don't go out together, which means somebody came to the warehouse and picked them up.

Don't know if you're there, but if you are and you haven't told me I'm going to kick your ass.

[Locked to the Batfamily+]

Rise and shine, kids, it's been twelve hours. I want a roll call of who had a great time and who didn't.

[After receiving this at the hospital.]

Is there anyone here named Iris who's missing a journal? One was delivered to the hospital, but there's no one by that name currently checked in.

I'm looking for the guy at the bar with the bad attitude and the tattoos.

You know who you are.

Holding up alright?

I'm looking for someone. You were in the basement at the party. May have been some mention of angels. Ringing a bell?

[Later, the post gets scribbled out with a heavy pen, though it's still somewhat readable.]

One of you owes me an explanation about a cardboard box.

And someone else owes me MY GODDAMNED ARM back.

After this.

[Phone call to Gwen S.]

He doesn't even wait for her 'hello' after picking up. The words come tumbling out in a rush.

Oh my god, I'm the worst person in the world. Are you okay? Oh god.