Doors

[Locked to Amelia T, after this.]
the fuck am I supposed to do with this?

[A group of sandwiches, assorted cookies, and soft drinks are delivered to the hospital wing Sam Alexander occupies. They are brought with Shane Alexander's name and signed over to him, for whoever else is standing by while she recovers. It's paid for and only a simple note given: The painting will be done soon. I told you the food there was terrible. And then an elaborate drawing of an A and T as a signature.]

waiting for some fucker come to see Britney fucking Spears to die in the audience or something, send the fucking vultures on their way with a new story. the only shit in this that matters is if Sam's ok. fuck you with your popcorn shit.

some fucker in a dick car, the kind you get where the fuck behind the wheel don't know shit about upkeep, came in today to ask me about checking the fucking oil. not changing it. checking it. driving a $50 000 car and don't know shit about keeping it on the fucking road. almost as bad as the guy who came in two weeks back who rode a fucking Harley off the lot, custom shit and everything and came in crying like a pussy because he dropped it two hours after. what the fuck are we meant to do make it new again?

oh yeah. Marvel. she ain't coming fucking through yet.

[Locked to the Murphy family.]

[After seeing the news of Sam surviving the attempt.]

This isn't going like we planned it.

[Locked to Murphys]

( And cut for length )

[Locked to the Murphy siblings]

[On the heels of this. The writing is messy, a quick scrawl with no real thought.]

I am not dealing with that girl any longer. I do not talk to her yet she insists upon taunting me every time I say a word, even when it's nothing to do with her.

I'm going to the hotel. I won't be back for a while.

Does anyone else find themselves worried about the effects their counterparts through the door have on them here?

For example. What if the person you have through the door isn't mentally stable? Has anyone found that's impacted them on this side?

[Shortly after this, the post gets struck out and no further responses are made.]

[From outside the door after the fourth time trying very hard to walk back in]

well fuck.

[Locked to Chloe M]

Are you hiding again today?

[Group lock: Jude M/Clem M]

We may need to drag our dear sister out.

[Locked to Ashleigh]

I do love that bell on you.

[Public, as Ariadne]

My totem says this is not a dream, but it feels like a dream.

[Public]

There's got to be a way to get blood out of poly-blend.

[Michael K]

I didn't say thank you for Christmas. You didn't have to do that.

[Public, as Jude M]

Somehow I think this is strange even for Vegas.

[Public]
I think I might actually be grateful for this voice in my head. Coming back here and going through the Academy isn't the worst thing in the world after all.

[Locked: Charlie M/Sveta M]
Do you have a minute?

[Private to Val]

So. You had a freak out while I was gone getting my ribs broken.

[Public]

Jimmy's Diner is going to be closed for remodeling. Get your shitty hamburgers elsewhere.

[Charlie]

I'm offering a discount this month for new students, and even though you started at the end of December, I'd like to extend it to you if you're interested in continuing at the dojo.
[/Charlie]

So how about those new year resolutions everyone? I'm offering a 20% discount for new students who register for lessons at my dojo in the month of January, with an additional 10% if you have a current student's referral.

Alternatively, graduate school likes to kick my ass. First week of the new semester and I already know it's going to be insane.

The police are doing everything they can to keep people safe. There is no need to panic. I would recommend that you stay in your homes, however, if possible, until the situation is better contained.

[Public]
I've got a place to live, but it's been years since I've been to Vegas.  Any good coffee places or diners around here? Something good on a budget because this place is way too expensive on my own and I'll offer up a great place to ride horses. 

[Locked: Sveta M/Charlie M]
Hey. Thanks for the presents. Did you have a good New Years?

[Cobb]
Cute scarf.  Thanks.  How'd you like the maze?

[Arthur]
You have very expensive tastes.  The blue is beautiful, thank you.

[Public]
Well this is fun.  I can get behind going to Paris without the long flight.  What's the deal with everything though?

[Public]

Someone want to clue me in?

So this is a magical book. And everyone talks to each other in it. (Don't worry, I did the background reading and paged through the conversations that have been going on for the past two weeks or so. It seemed like the sensible thing to do, and you all are so informative.) Which means all of you are real, and milling about through this city somewhere, and I will probably encounter at least some of you eventually. It also means that I'm not crazy, I'm not the only one who hears thing, and apparently, the mumbling in Latin is at least somewhat standard issue for these voices.

This is all good to know. It has done a great deal for my perspective on my own sanity. I appreciate that immensely.

So I'm Svetlana. The voice in my brain is named Katherine. We're pleased to meet you. Because this is not the world's weirdest introduction or anything, not at all.