Doors

[Locked to Neil D]
I'm not sure you'll give a shit but Liam is in hiding from a psychopath, and he's freaked. I'm going to go crash with him. Also, since I'm obviously not your thing, feel like taking Iris out?

[public, anonymous]

i shouldn't I'm looking for a gentleman who spoke with a statue.

[locked to neil d and the alexanders]

Is everyone alive, uninjured and accounted for?

[Call to Tess A]
[After missing breakfast intentionally. Oops. Ring.]

[Text to Iris R]
[A link for a Las Vegas socialite blog that includes a picture of Tess at XS, in the dress Iris picked out for her.]

[Note left for Neil D]
[On the kitchen counter, after sneaking in way after Neil got home the night before, and before waking up in the morning and welding for hours on end in her locked room.] Want me out?

[ AS ISOBEL J. ]
And Ipad number four bites the dust. You'd think they'd make these things at least a little but more durable.

[Locked to Jack C]
Hey, baby. Long time no disagree on the nature of lethal crimefighting.

[Locked to Neil D]
I've been crashing at the work site. Long bus hike back, since it's off strip you'll believe that. Should be back by Friday. Up to going out with my sister and her hook-up this weekend?

[Locked to Tess A]
Drinks. Dancing. Men. Sunday. Someone else foots the bill.

[locked to louis d.]

Hey. Got a minute?

[As Micah C]

My playlists are empty.

Favourite songs? A preference towards instrumental.

[After a few pointed references in Parisian newspapers about the Victomte de Chagny's prior fiancée entertaining married gentlemen and women of questionable reputation in her new home on the Rue de Volney, with excessive speculation about the funding for said home. As Christine D.]

[Locked to Daniel W]
[French] You have been quiet, Daniel.

[Locked to Neil D]
Monsieur, would you have a moment to speak with me?

[Locked to Raoul de Chagny]
Monsieur le Vicomte, I wanted to check with you one last time before I purchased a box ticket for the season.

I am seeking some assistance in Las Vegas to solve a problem I am currently having.

Confidentiality is required, and payment will be offered. Serious inquiries only, please.

[Group lock to Tess A & Iris R]
Moved back to Aria. Shut the fuck up. Both of you. Also, updates?

[Locked to Louis D]
Done hiding?

[Call to Neil D]
[About 3 am, after falling asleep working on a sculpture plan on the couch. Ring.]

[Locked to Neil D]
You probably want to go sit on your fucking brother for awhile.

[Locked to Daniel W]
One Parisian love nest acquired. I hope she's fucking worth it.

[Locked to the Opera Ghost]

I hate to do this, but we should speak about what to do about this Daniel character.

I can't believe I'm doing this

Entirely out of extreme self-interest and a lack of ability to pay the few bills I can usually manage to afford on a monthly basis, I'm offering up a deal to those of you who're stuck in this shit situation. And I mean an actual deal, not some elaborate bullshit metaphor - I own a used bookstore two blocks off the strip, on Koval and East Harmon. Two for one on almost anything in the store.

This only applies to you people - show up and show me this entry in whatever notebook or phone you got it on, and the deal's yours. Only applies to one transaction, and it doesn't apply to your friends, family, and other sundry loved ones. The cheaper of the two items purchased is the free one. Though considering that most of the stuff I sell is ten bucks or less, you're not exactly going to lose any real money.

Payment in hard liquor also accepted

Are there apartments closer to Passages than Turnberry Place?

I never imagined how much work went into managing an opera house. It's a bit more responsibility than I was prepared for, I admit, though I will continue to do my very best.

how am I even going to

Neil. How are you?

[locked to sam a.]

[...] Hey.

[Left on Neil D's door]
[Wrapped around the knob, it's still warm from the torch, and even the chain is masculine and made from pure steel. There's a note tucked under the door.]

Started on this ages ago. It's a working compass. Figure it out. Would knock, but you don't need to see me like this. Alive. In one piece. Didn't help at all. You were right. - S

[After being released early from involuntary commitment thanks to someone's "generous donation" to the head shrink and the admitting officer.]

[Call to Neil D]
[If a phone could ring angrily, this one would be ringing angrily. Ring.]

[after this]

[Locked to Neil D.]

I'm to tell you that Sam is fine and alive, though she isn't sure if you're talking to her.

[Locked to Tess A.]

You're Sam's sister, right?

[Locked to Loren C.]

I've a message for you.