Doors

[Luke H/Evie S]

Hey Luke, how are you?

[Text to Dair D, Wednesday morning]

I got a room of my own. I won't be back for a while.

[Locked to Jack C]
Hi, Jack. Can I ask you for a favor? It's kind of a big favor.

[Neil D]

What do you need?

[Louis D]

Carry on not moving, I'd hate to actually have to sit on you. You've got bony legs and I've a sensitive arse.

[Police hold a press conference Wednesday afternoon to provide updates in the Samantha Alexander case, which took a shocking turn during the morning hours, when a woman appeared at the station claiming to have information on the attempted murder. The woman, who remains unnamed, indicated that her friend (a blonde) went missing the previous day, after being contracted to kill Samantha Alexander late last week. The contract killing was arranged over the telephone, by a man with a Scottish accent and an overseas bank account. While the information does not exonerate Iris Morgenstern, it does cause the district attorney's office to reconsider the charges against her. Police turn their attention to the financial records of both Iris Morgenstern and Neil Donovan, who (it seems) recently took out a sizable life insurance policy on his live-in girlfriend. No new arrests are made, but the media has a field day with the news, and the speculation that Neil and Iris collaborated on this contract killing are rife. There is, unsurprisingly, no new gossip about the Murphys, as this new evidence seems to have removed them from the running as suspects, and even the police confirm they are no longer being looked at in regards to this crime. The press conference concludes with the difficult reality that this new evidence will make an arrest challenging in this case, unless the missing shooter can be located, which seems unlikely.]

[LVPD Lock]

So we've reached a new level of clusterfuck.

Henry, you've been here the longest. What's your read on these people? Considering they all apparently have these damn journals.

[Locked to the Murphys]
How many lives we looking to ruin here? This thing is getting real out of control. Chloe, I thought you loved this man. Whose idea

[Nothing posted.]

[Public, posted under the name 'Melissa L,' locked away from Murphys]
I am looking for any who might occupy a mind of any of the Murphys, on the other side of the door, who would be willing to speak with me.

[Locked to Neil D, locked to Louis D]
Mr. Donovan, I'm Lieutenant Simms from the LVPD homicide department. I was wondering if I might have a minute of your time. I have some questions.

[After this.]

Do you believe it now?

[While on break.]

[text to wren h.]

Hey.

[Call to Neil D]

[After midnight, from her hospital room's phone, and after like ten dial attempts and two unintentional disconnects. Ring.]

[As Bruce B]

We need a rule where whoever is on that side of the door understands to never go through angry. In my case especially.