Doors

The walls are closing in. I'm going out tonight. Don't burn the place down, I couldn't afford a babysitter.

Is anyone else watching the news?

Hiding is a skill you never quite forget.

[Safe House of the Walking Not-Dead]

So. We had a little bit of a hiccup. That's putting it lightly, but that's what I do to try and ease the tension.

Corvus is in the hospital, stable for now, things are shit. But we're muddling through.

Did anyone else receive any Valentine Gifts from the hotel we ought to be looking at and/or worried about?

If anyone wants to talk, I'm around.

This situation ain't ideal, kids, I know it. We're all going stir crazy, and things like this only add to it - I'm around if anyone needs anything.

[Immediately after this.]

[Comm to Preston R, Bo D]
[Amid CPR.] Corvus is unconscious in his room. Vitals low. CPR in progress. We need a bus. I'm dialing 911. Clear everyone else out if necessary.

[Text to Luke H]
[Transcribed.] Kid.

[Public]

I love the socks.

[Preston not 'R']

Hi.

[Wren H]

Is it appropriate, do you think, to re-gift?

[Lin A]

I'm looking for thoughts. And you were nicely neutral-ish.

[LOL after this]

[Public]

I am guessing some leg work went into the gift, and I am quite amused. I needed that today. Thank you.

[Bruce W]

And I am guessing you are probably curious.

[Kara Z]

Are you keeping busy enough, Kara? Would you like to try and get out?

[Diana P]

Valentines Day was never fun as a teenager, but I am thankful that I've outgrown most of the awkwardness surrounding it, at least I was until I have found myself in the position of figuring out what to tell Bruce about the Batsuit he was likely asked to divest himself of.

[CIA Dead List - aka Safe House]

I'm in the beer of the month club. Shit is about to get real.

[Locked to Jack C]
Someone's out asking after your last wants. Got anything you want me to tell them? I don't know what you're liable to get, otherwise.

[Locked to Preston R, after not hearing from him for a long time]
This is a welfare check.

[Locked to Russ C]
News on your girl?

[Locked to the LVPD]
Where are we at?

[Locked to Kara Z]
You still running from me?

ETA: [Locked away from Murphys/Donovans/Alexanders]
[As "Melissa L"]

Looking for any information any Doors-side who once resided in the mind of any member of the Murphy family might be willing to provide. Thank you.

[Locked: J'onn J]

I'm not sure that's replicable.

I'm not sure they sell funerals off the shelf.

[Locked to Faol R, Chris J, Julian H, Preston R, Bo D, Dylan M, Jack C, Gwen D, Kyle W]

We have new people incoming. West has great shoulders and an impressionable daughter. Dailey's a redhead, but she'll fry your motherboard if you try anything with her. In summation, no more bouncing on anyone's dick in the kitchen.

I have no idea if they're on here, but trying them on the lock anyway.

One more week of quiet. Enjoy it. It looks like we have something coming down the pike for February.

[Public]

The news isn't very good. At being unbiased. Is that Vegas? Or just the channels?

[Louis D]

[At circa two am] I thought perhaps you might not be sleeping.

[Wren H]

I had a call. Client. Ex-client, really. She said she liked your work. Recommendations. You have a dark-room now?

['Ash' anon]

St Petersburg Philharmonic. It's not now. Not until March. But tickets will go. And they start now. You like old things.

[Comm: HQ]

[Beep. GPS indicates she's in her room. Beep.]

[As "John J."]

Which television or movie programs do you feel are best to watch about human nature?

[LOCKED: GWEN/MAX]
So. The burning question: is there wifi in heaven?


[LOCKED: GWEN/PRESTON]
I believe I’m supposed to be in touch once I’m here in town. Thomas said you’d be expecting me.


[LOCKED: GWEN/BO]
Dailey, checking in. I believe you’re expecting me.


[GROUP LOCKED: GWEN/WREN/LUKE]
I heard that you've both grown up but surely that's not right.

[Locked to Jack C, Bo D, Julian H, Chris J, Dylan M, Faol R, Preston R]
[Because it's easier than tracking everyone down in Davis' Club Med version of a safehouse.]

Rawlings has everyone's new aliases. When you get a chance, pick them up. Everyone has a name, a solid history, references, SSN and license. This doesn't mean we get sloppy. The falsified DNA worked, and they aren't looking for us, but don't make phone calls home, and don't go home. We stay here for now, even if it's just to sleep. Be careful. The journals are alright, as far as we can tell, but at least make sure your surname initial on public posts is different, in case anyone government is on here, alright? We have someone to fund our operation. If we're Charlie's Angels, then he's Charlie. Salaries should start coming in soon into the bank accounts assigned to the aliases. To keep collecting, we work. I'm hoping we'll get a tech person our way soon, too. In the meantime, everyone stay safe, and don't do anything stupid. If you think your family and friends can't keep their mouths shut, then don't tell them you're alive. Alright? If you need a pep talk, knock on Davis' door.

[Group CIA Comm from a new channel, one Bo set up separately]

beep beep

His voice is tired, it's been a long few days in his door, and he'd promised to go right back through but the incident has derailed him

So, we've had a bit of an incident. This is a closed channel, so speak freely. And check in. Read me your grocery list, call me mom, I don't care just chat a bit.

[Locked - Faol/Bo]

Can you walk the dog? Late night.

[Locked - Max/Bo]

Happy New Year, beautiful.

[Locked Comm - after Max asked to check on him - McKendrick/Bo]

What's your 20?

[Locked to Evangeline S.]

[Blue ink. As the advertiser anon, after this.]

Hello.

Thank you for the Christmas gift, you're very kind.

[Secure line. Ring.]