Doors

[Encrypted Email to: Max M, Gabe R, Bo D]

Not dead. Not compromised.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

[Public]

These doors can hold you hostage for two weeks at a time. You're welcome.

[Aubrey R]

So, what do you think about a dinner show?

[Liam R]

Hey. We don't know one another but [...] just tell him the truth my guy knows your guy.

[Marvel lock.]

Whose been playing with my toys and why are there high school textbooks on the work table? [...] More importantly, what sick mind took a highlighter to the source appendix and wrote Summer Reading List in the margin?

[Locked to Thor]

I thought you should be aware of the fact that I will not be around as much as I prefer due to the limitations of the man in Vegas that I share time with. It is regrettable, and sadly, unavoidable. But I am still here, my friend, and have no plans on going anywhere any time soon.

[locked to adam w.]

So, I think I've finally found a place.

[locked to wren h.]

[Lots of scribbles, then eventually:] Hi.

[public]

Man. Sitting home and watching the worst of the worst on Netflix is really my idea of a good time.

I need your help.

So about how long do y'all spend through the door? How y'all manage jobs and life things with someone else's life going on?

[As Fandral]

I am not going to pretend that I understand what is going on, precisely, but I must say that this method of communication with one's friends and foes is quite ingenious!

Oh hell, okay Uh Hi. Hey. I got your name from someone that said you were good about finding people jobs?

[After this.]
Samuel, I took a video of Barney for you. Consider this me hollaing.

( Video behind the cut. )

[Louis A D]
This is your holla as well. You just won't be given any context.

Added in after this and much thinking: [Daniel W]
So, did you figure it out yet?

Are mortals always this conflicted?

[Left on Sam's desk at the garage, wrapped in the thin, shiny paper that is cheap. No note.]

[Campbells]

still here?

[Public]

luck's better in atlantic city and no damn voices through a door. would move if it wasn't fucking jersey.

Job hunting might be one of the least enjoyable activities ever. Why do I only post in the middle of the night?

[Because he's drunk and horrified, and why not?]

Apparently this is the future of underwear. Who do I have to kill to avoid this? More importantly, I'm going to need an alibi.

So, it is true. Vodka gummi bears are as delicious as they sound.

Offhandedly, do you think the hotel would get pissed if I bought a mini-fridge to keep in here? I'm tired of keeping everything on ice in the sink.

I wasn't a student and American High School sucked.

[As Wiccan]

Okay, how freaking awesome is this? It's my third day in a new school and here I was thinking I'd just be awkward power-boy all over again, and instead I am killing it. I broke up like three fights before first period, and then at lunch I saved my chem teacher from walking out into traffic. And all without blowing the whole secret identity thing, it's been pretty cool.

Oh my god, and apparently I go to school with Spider-Man. I know, I'm freaking out.

[...] This is probably a long shot, but I'm looking for some friends of mine. Hulkling? Patriot? Stature? Hawkeye? Iron Lad? Man, I hope you guys are out there.

[Gwen S.]

You don't know me, but I told your girl Sam that I'd say 'hi' the next time I came through... So, hi. You are so coo

Occasionally, there are days I am reminded that life can be chaotic without doors, alters, the paraphernalia of sharing one's life with someone else who is usually fictional. Such as the client who decided that the day after tax season was the day to arrive with several shoeboxes' worth of paper going back three financial years.

And then I return and see there's problems in Marvel.

[Twenty-four+ hours into the Marvel anti-fear thing.]

[Public]
For once, I can totally get behind whatever the fuck just happened in the Marvel door.

[Call to Neil D]
[Around 3 am. Ring.]

I feel kind of weird. Anybody else feel kind of weird? And hear about the kid who jumped off the building, or the girl in pottery? Something's going on.