Doors

doors @ 2013-05-22T20:54:00

2013-05-23T04:01:30Z

[Call to Wren H]

Ring!

[Alice L]

2013-05-23T00:35:47Z

[Locked to Alice L]

Alice.

Did you dream of me?

[Max M]

2013-05-22T21:01:17Z

[After she's taken a shower and has been moving around upstairs for a while.] Hey, I'm going out. Be back later.

Luke H, Wren M, Public

2013-05-22T16:10:25Z

[Luke H, Wren M]

[The tip of a pen pressed against paper and the accompanying ballooned pin-prick of ink] Hi?

[Public]

We figuring all that crazy's done now? Or does it come right on after the other? I got a Rabbit in my head real itchy to go back through but if it's planning on keeping me longer than a day I want to know right up front.

doors @ 2013-05-22T08:15:00

2013-05-22T15:16:09Z

[Private to Luke H.]

Busy? Need someone to talk to. MK got some bad news.

[Public, as Beast.]

2013-05-22T04:33:27Z

There used to be a bridge across the eastern pass, but it appears the spring rains washed it away.

[Public]

2013-05-22T00:54:34Z

[As Jonathan C]

I'm not gone for even a week and you manage to blow the place up.

And here I thought I left it in capable hands. It's disappointing to think that my faith was misplaced.

news: gotham

2013-05-21T19:28:54Z

[The news of a prison break at Blackgate comes in the early hours of the morning. Details are sparse at first, but as time passes, the escaped prisoners are identified as Damian Wayne and Jason Todd. Sources also claim that Batman was seen in the prison and was involved in the breakout.]

[Public, posted Anon]

2013-05-21T18:38:23Z

[The entry comes again in the late night/early morning, with no name, but the same style of drawing that has shown up before. It's a picture of a cat, not Cat from Wonderland, but a simple cat. A kitten, actually, curled around itself, looking like it's cradled by an expanse of bedsheets and soft comforters. It's a kitten that might be familiar to some that lived in Seattle years ago. The drawing was actually meant to go in a different sketchbook, but he grabbed the closest thing to hand, which happened to be the journal.]

doors @ 2013-05-21T18:22:00

2013-05-21T17:22:59Z

next person who asks me for a discount for their shit-show on wheels, I'm going to shove their teeth down their fucking throat. if it ain't interesting to work on, you ain't getting no discount.

Sam W., Dean W., Public

2013-05-21T16:53:32Z

[Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester]

I think I've got something more figured out from this. You guys available? I'll try not to break my brain about thinking about being from different times and stuff.

[Public]

So how do you guys deal with people being from different times in your worlds? It's a bit weird and I think sometimes I'm hurting my brain trying to figure it out.

doors @ 2013-05-21T08:46:00

2013-05-21T07:47:22Z

[Left for Neil D with the rest of his mail at the Aria front desk: a box full of cookies of a bunch of varieties. Note reads simply 'thank you, Ella']

call to wren h.

2013-05-20T22:06:11Z

[At some point between kicks, when he manages to convince Bruce that Gotham can survive without him for a few minutes.]

Ring.

Batfam+, Selina

2013-05-20T21:44:15Z

[Batfam+]

I can't find her.

[Locked to Selina K.]

Are you in Gotham?

[Ford C]

2013-05-20T21:41:11Z

[Locked to Ford C]
[Hopped up on meds.] u got to do me a favor son.

[Gabriel R]

2013-05-20T21:17:44Z

[Call to Gabriel R]
[After allowing sufficient time for Laura to make her phone call. Ring.]

doors @ 2013-05-20T11:27:00

2013-05-20T18:52:23Z

[She has made a veritable life's practice of noninterference, of letting people do what they do as long as they leave her out of it unless she wants in, of making so few demands and investments that it is odd to have one fail to make a return--not because of blithe expectation but merely because of logic, because of cause leading to effect, because of weight applied to precision points operating as any fulcrum does. She doesn't see much of Ford--less than she does of most people, really. She didn't have any right to expect an answer to her question, automatic and instinctive regurgitation of truth when prompted--but she did. She knew it was absurd, so she refused to dwell on it or pursue it or be angered by it--and so it festered, circled around in her head like a dog unable to find just the right spot on his favorite old blanket, drove Eames vaguely mad with its sideways insinuations into every little thing, drove her even more mad with its refusal to give up and die away into the gray blankness she had liked to imagine her aura being, once upon a time years ago when she was sixteen and barefoot, sprawled on a trailer floor and listening to lady talk (more like watching her mouth move, but technicalities) about what all the colors meant while they passed a hand-rolled cigarette back and forth.

That runaway collection of absurdity, that weird blend of nostalgia and disgust and weird bruised anger, was why Lex was already en route to working her way through a bottle of Southern Comfort at 2:30 on a Monday. Her kitchen table was covered with paper--lazy drawlings, Eames' scrawl and her neater handwriting intermixing amongst the half-intoxicated piecemeal artwork of two minds rendered up by one set of neat, quick fingers. She was drunk enough not to notice when she pulled the wrong notebook closer and flipped it open, drunk enough to start scrawling a picture of a woman she'd seen but not met last time they went through Eames' door, a forge that he had offered up as a laughing example in response to one or another of her vaguely, politely off-color queries. Eames drew things out of her that the Southern Comfort didn't: proper grammar and laughter, as she let him take the left hand and kept working with the right. It was a weird slice of nothing that they sketched out, pencils jarring the paper oddly with both hands occupied, nothing but the bottle to hold it steady. No, she scrawled indignantly when he dared to sketch an illustration of the very metaphor she'd snorted at herself for making, a dog scratching restlessly at fleas, motion writ in every line of his unmoving form. Sly innocence: nooooo? No. The full stop hard and decided, as if she'd dug the pencil in violently enough to bruise the paper.]

[Gabe R]

2013-05-20T17:44:31Z

[A few hours after this, directly following Laura's shift at the shop. Texted with none of its usual sorts of errors.]

Friday is a no go.

[Public.]

2013-05-20T05:00:40Z

[As Preston R.]

So far, not one of my belongings has managed to make it through the moving process in one piece. I should have just gone for all new.

public.

2013-05-20T03:44:12Z

So, am I part of some fucking special club now? Lucky me.

[Ford C]

2013-05-19T23:32:36Z

[Locked to Ford C]

How are you doing?

Public, Rose, Harry

2013-05-19T16:25:17Z

So it looks like people aren't missing anymore. That's good. I don't like it when people just vanish.

[Locked to Harry]
Where the hell have you been?

[Locked to Rose]
What happened to you?

eddie n., bruce w., the girls

2013-05-19T09:43:06Z

[comm to eddie]

[Beep, beep, beeeep until he picks up.]

[locked to bruce w.]

Welcome back to the scene. Need a hand?

[locked to cass c., helena w., kara z., and harley q.]

[Locked individually.] Okay?

sera a.

2013-05-19T07:37:29Z

[Finding her house is easy. Deciding whether or not to make his presence known, that takes time. Five days pass after his conversation with Surreal before he makes up his mind.

It's simple, really. A note, scribbled in messy Italian on the back of an old postcard he somehow managed to find buried beneath old things, is slipped beneath her door.]

It's been a long time, little sister. I understand if you do not want to see me, but if you do, I would like to see you too.

[Instead of a signature, or even initials, he simply leaves a phone number.]

Kitty P, Venom, Public

2013-05-19T07:12:03Z

[Late, after Faol gets his phone back and after he agrees to play nice. When nearly everyone is asleep, he lets her have some time.]

[Locked to Kitty P]

I do not think I will make it there before the end of the school year.

[Locked to "Venom"]

I have not forgotten. When I am in New York, I will find you.

[Public]
[As Laura X]

Delayed.