Doors

That was ... interesting.

It explained a lot, and was the first time one of those little head trips was actually productive.

{Trystan]
We should talk about the hotel, yeah?

Do these come in Braille?

[Slipping back into "bad" habits of addressing her. Email.]

Sir,
Am I able to get leave for today through sometime Thursday? If I don't go home now, I never will.
-Jackson

[Public]

fuck the hotel.

[Ford C]

ok?

[Locked to Marvel Door]

Everyone all right?



[Public, as anonymous]

To the girl who gave soda to the boy in the santa hat, thank you.

[Locked to Jack C]
Scrap dancing. Need favor.

[Text to Charlie G]
Buffet?

[Locked to Deacon V]
Don't know you, but hear we're starting a club?

[Public]
Brit kid. How many broken noses?

[Not long after he gets back to Vegas, Thursday morning (the wee-ish hours).]

[Max M]
[Via work email, as always. Short and sweet, not even a wayward "Sir".]

I'm back.


[Blake T]
[There's a delay from when the cursor glows to life and when he finally writes something.]

Tell me your Christmas was better than mine.

[Text to Toby]

Hey. Are you around?

[Public]
[Very, very anon.]

To the older boy that bought McDonald's to the boy in the car, thank you.