Doors

[Locked to Ollie Q.]

Can I come crash on your couch for a couple days?

[Public]

Good to know the universe still has a sense of humor.

[Public]
It's good to see all the whining has finally stopped.

[Locked to Gabe R]
Have you done anything very stupid recently? I feel it's my responsibility to check.

[Locked to Faust]
Did you let her keep your hat?

I really don't see the issue with getting takeout delivered. The security team are friendly. But the guys at 86 Noodles are 86-ing the whole thing. So anyone got recipes for what you can make with a microwave and a bunsen burner?

[Anonymously, as always.

Late evening, the sketches start, and take up an entire page. A series of headless marionettes dance across the page, from corner to corner, strings tied around their limbs at points, binding them together. They're posed like ballet dancers, graceful lines that indicate movement, even against their bindings. The background is eventually shaded in the brown of paper bags and cardboard.]

[About an hour after this, while someone is waiting for the doctor to return and set his nose. He isn't really inclined to speak to anyone, but he has to head this off at the pass. Tapped off on his tablet quickly and one-handed.]

WhateverNeil says I'm fine.

[Public.]

Iris, your door is calling. Please pick up the phone. If you're not in, I'll leave a message with someone who can answer for you. Beep beep.

[Sometime after this.]

[lin a.]

I need a favor, and I don't know who the hell else to ask. Sam doesn't need any more

ETA: [sam a.]

Hey.

[During this.]

[Locked to Lin A]
Lin.