Doors

[Immediately after this.]

[Call to Luke H]
[Ring, which completely ignores his voicemail and just rings again and again if unanswered.]

[Locked to Ella]

Did you get your little girl back?

[Locked to Atwood]

Guess who turned in her two week notice tonight?

[Public]

Is anyone else listening to this Night Vale podcast?

[Locked to Tony S.]

Man of Iron.

[Locked to Chloe M.]

I have returned.

[Locked to Casey D and Sam A. individually]

I trust you are well?

[Locked to Billy K]

I gave my word to Ronan that I would contact you.

[Locked to Tom R/Atwood]
Xplain D.

[Locked to MWPP & Lily E P (just in case)]
Remus, must we really come fetch you back from your pack?

ETA: [Locked to Lily P/Marina S]
I don't know if you've made it through or not, but I've been informed that [...] it was Peter.

[Locked to Harry P]
What do you know of Peter, Harry?

[Call to Cerise S]
[After this. Early morning. Ring.]

[Public]
[In shaky, girlish writing as Narcissa Black:]

Draco? L Lu Lucius?

[In black ink calligraphy. As Tom R.]

So peaceful. So quiet. The calm after the storm, is it not?

[Ford C]

you got too fucking fancy over there to tell me you ain't dead?

[March H]

he doing all right?

[Sam A]

saw someone offed the fucker.

[Public]

whoever the fuck got someone named Tony in their head, the one in mine is real fucking clear he's meant to stay the fuck out of trouble when we're this side of the door.

how long before they start trying to shove through? I got to get the girly-show and hard drinking in before she fucking pipes up again.

I'm guessing that Mexico is rather miserable this time of year, if the weather here is anything to go by.