Musings

[Call to D Wallace - 3 am]
[Ring]

[Voicemail left for T Brandon - also 3 am]
Tomas, es Zari. The car is at the Medical Examiner's office for you to retrieve. Gracias.

[Message left on the Bat's comm, around 4 am, the time she knows he's generally getting home and getting Amanda out of the master bed and into her crib.]

Hey, looks like I won't make it home tonight after all. Chief has us all out on assignments, and I'm riding around Rainier with some paramedics. Don't worry, they have good fog lights, and you aren't getting rid of me that easy. [Pause, as she tries to figure out how to say what she wants to say.] I talked to Luke. [Another pause.] He feels like shit. [Sigh.] He's afraid to tell us when he screws up, Brandon, and that means he's afraid to loop us in on shit before he screws up. [Tentatively.] He just doesn't want to disappoint you, and he second guesses himself. [Even more tentatively.] Maybe work on decision making exercises? We spent a full six months on those in the military. [Deep breath.] Okay, if you're still listening and not fuming, give Amanda a kiss for me. I'll try to be home tonight. Stay safe, or I'll kick your ass.

[Locked to T Brandon]
I know we have not spoken in some time, and you are very busy, but I require un favor, and I could not think of who else to ask who would not insist on coming with me.

[Locked to D Wallace]
Estoy - I am worried.

[Sent Tuesday evening, after a day of resting restlessly.]

Hey Bat? [He pauses.] I know I'm probably not on the list to go to your next birthday party, but I've got something you'll want to be clued in on.

[Both of these things are sent at around 9:15 pm on Monday, after Spidey meets the Blacks.]

[ Open Vigilante Comm ]

[Spider-Man waited a few minutes to calm himself down before going on the comm, but his voice still betrays his injuries. His breaths are slow and labored, and when he does speak, his voice is a bit hoarse.]

Hey, cats and kittens. Can anyone hook a spider up with a good fabric store? I need to invest in a better suit.

[There's a pause, during which he manages to sum up a great bit of flippancy in his voice.] And on a completely unrelated note, Oracle, Rescue, I need a three-way. Don't worry, I'll be gentle.

[ Locked to Z. Zaldana ]
[From the Anon account with the Spider icon.]

i don't suppose your kisses cover injuries other than dog bites?

[Waiting for a pick up, and then:] I haven't seen you since the party.

[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/S. PRESTON]
Very interesting article in the paper today.


[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/T. BRANDON]
I had grand plans of sending you a father’s day present a day after the fact (I sense a tradition on the horizon). Then I realized that not only am I completely terrible at buying you gifts, but getting said present into your hands, and not lost in red tape and corporate handling, was nearly impossible.

So instead, I’m letting my thoughts count. I hope you had a very happy father’s day.


[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/L. DANIELS]
I’m guessing from the lack of horrified phone calls, your costume party experience went okay?


(after this is mentioned)
[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/L. HENRY]
Spill. How bad is it?


(after this is delivered back to her)
[ISOLATED COMM CHANNEL: ORACLE/ARROW]
All right, Arrow. What happened?

[On Sunday morning, Father's Day, when Thomas goes to check on Amanda she is wearing an annoyingly cheerful onesie and trying to eat a small, very secure, black box. Inside: Three, rolled up designer ties. Rolled within the ties, a formal surname change request for the baby, which only needs to be signed by him to replace Main with Brandon, and a note.]

You're impossible to shop for. Did you know that? Try not to let her eat these. Happy Father's Day, baby.

[Public.]

There is a Thomas, Inc. charity food drive for canned goods and the like outside the Seattle Art Museum and the Museum of History and Industry. It runs during museum hours and will close at the end of tomorrow.

[L. Henry]

Status on Maheu?

[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/K. WEST]
Still not talking to me?


[EMAIL: ORACLE/BAT]
We've got some problems. Got a minute?


[EMAIL: ORACLE/CORBINIAN]
We need to talk about Rorschach.


[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/R. DARMAN]
Hypothetically speaking, how bad would it be to impersonate a federal officer? Not counting the usual fines and prison time.

[Locked to G Dailey]
Quick. Tell me something gossip related, so I can get my mind off the crazy shit going on in this town. Darman news?

[Locked to J Arakkis and A Abrams]
Congratulations, Arakkis. The city's new insane vigilante? All yours to cover. Talkative asshole. Kid, get the man some photographs.

[Call to T Brandon, during work hours]
Ring

hey everyone!!! today is drawing day! i don't know how many of you knew that but it's a very special day and youshould all participate! if you have photoshop draw things and post them here LET'S ALL DRAW.

[ Locked to W. Lowell ]
[He takes the time and effort to capitalize oh gasp.]

Hi Mr. Lowell!! I'm Brice and I go to the University of Washington where you worked for a while. This is going to be weird but my mom was looking through the faculty website a few months ago and she saw your name and face and says you look just like her dad, Arthur Lowell. Were your parents named Robert and Helen? Because if so I'm your great-nephew!!!!!

I know this is really weird but I'm not good at this and I just wanted to see if it was true because if it is I really want to meet you because nobody should be alone and if we're both here we should meet up.

Brice

[ Locked to T. Brandon ]
[More capitalization!]

Hi Mr. Brandon! I'm Brice and I'm friends with your son Luke, we go to college together. I saw he went to the hospital and I was wondering if he was home or not. If he is could I come see him? I'd like to give him something too so either I can give it to him when I visit or if he needs his rest maybe I could give it to you and you could give it to him for me?

I know it must be really hard having your son hurt but I know he'll bounce back because Luke is awesome!

Thanks!
Brice

[After this]

Okay, guys. I don't know how many of you are proficient in the internets, but the Weatherman isn't backing down. He found the Bodysnatcher and it's not looking good. As much as I hate to agree with the thieving douchebag, we need to take the Weatherman out. I can handle the weather and still stay mobile, so point me and shoot. Who's got an idea on how to find him?

[Autopsy report for the dog the Araña left her, sent separately to T Brandon and Oracle.]
He has made much progress since the birds creo que I helped with that. This dog, it would not have died if it was not killed by the Araña.

[Locked to K Mancuso]
A dozen bodies this week alone. Has your opinion changed?

[Locked to D Wallace]
[Location and time for Wednesday.] You have promised you will remain out of sight.

[Voicemail left for T Brandon, while he's still in the hospital with Luke]
Next time I hear about something because the Chief is barking about it? I'm kicking your ass.

[Isolated comm: Oracle]
Tell me I can't kill people, just to bring them back and kill them again. Also, how you holding up?

[Locked to R Darman]
So, time to broker peace again, huh?

[Sent out Wednesday night.]

Okay, now maybe I'm just a wimp, but I think we need to get a sort of Mask networking site and warn people about this city. Between the zombie birds and the freak snowstorms, I think we all should be given plenty of time to up our medical insurance. Speaking of those zombie birds, anything undead and creepy start crawling around the city lately? I'd ask if that Fawkes guy is a zombie, but I imagine the Weekly World News would have that covered. And what's his deal anyway, aside from making clowns jealous?

So. I kind of lost my job tonight.

Anyone hiring? Anyone?

[Locked to E. Pride]

Please tell me that bottle of wine I found in the cupboard wasn't anything important. If it was, I'll replace it. I kind of drank it. I'm sorry.

[The call is made from Luke's cellphone to Thomas Inc, because it's the first number she finds in his contacts. It's early during the workday, after nearly a full day of feverish, on and off sleep, and she asks for Thomas when the secretary answers, the caller ID on the phone indicating what phone the call is coming from.]

Ring

[After this. In quick succession. Around sundown.]

[Call to G. Dailey.]

[Ring.]

[Call to R. Darman]

[Ring.]

[Later:] [Locked to J. Bly & R. Maheu]

I am looking for Luke. It is important. Have you seen him?

If you don't know knife fighting or knife defense, now is the time to tell me.

Robin, where are you?