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Jun. 12th, 2017


Call: Manning T

[Call: Manning T]



Group: Jason, Dick, Tim, Stephanie, Leena, Dia, Misha, Cat, Sasha, Eddie; Naila; Louis

[Locked to Batfamily+]
[He includes Catalone, Nelson, and Sasha deliberately.]

If anyone has died, say so now.

[Locked to Naila a-K]
[In Arabic.] I saw your memory.

[Locked to Louis D, can be read by Misha B]
Tell me you are not injured once more.

May. 11th, 2017


Call: Dia P

[Call: Dia P]
[Late, Dia's personal line rings with the caller ID coming up was Unknown Caller. Annoyingly, it just keeps on ringing.]

Apr. 17th, 2017


[Batfamily+, and Locks.]

[Batfamily +]

I am staying at the Antique Store for a few days. The phenomenon affecting the town has had effects here.

I suggest you sleep in shifts until it resolves.


The cat will need tending while I am away. Damian is keeping busy with Misha in his care.

What have you dug up so far?


There is not a lot of room here. Clothes first, and one of the computers, please. And all the medicines, whichever you think appropriate.


How is your head?

[Damian and Misha]


Apr. 4th, 2017


Public; Bruce W.


Now that I would do again.

[Locked to Bruce W.]

What was your poison of choice?

Jan. 29th, 2017



[Locked to Jason W, Dick G, Bruce W, Leena B, Stephanie M, Eddie N, Cat C, Sasha J, Teo R, Dia P, Misha B, Oliver K]
[So annoyed.]


Jan. 15th, 2017


Public; Secret Santa


Where does one find good Ramen in this town? Please tell me the Capital is not my only hope.

[To her Secret Santa]

Thank you, truly. The book was a delight.

Jan. 14th, 2017


[Call to Manning T.]

[Back on New Year's Day]



[Batmansion, Bruce W, MJ W]


[The Manor for a little while, at least smells like bread and sweetness and if any of the - long list - of house occupants stops past the kitchen - there's pastelitos sitting out and bread in the pantry.]

[Bruce W]

you comfortable?

[MJ W]

so you okay with a visit to that bar? I figure if we both feel awkward as hell there's beer right there.

Dec. 23rd, 2016


Secret Santa delivery: Dia P

[After much scouring and one Amazon Prime shipment later, a book is delivered, wrapped, along with a bookmark and a $50 gift certificate to the local bookstore. There's a stupid card included. Which reads, in a slapdash, but confident male script:

Dia P:

I'm not much of a reader but this had good reviews online. You'll hafta lemme know. In case I was off the mark, try the gift card.

Happy Holidays,
your Secret Santa

Dec. 6th, 2016


Dia P

You ever done Secret Santa?

Nov. 11th, 2016


[Wainright Manor]

Who: Anybody who would be there.
What: Ninja attack~~~~~~.
Where: Wainright Manor
When: After 1 AM.
Rating: Probably low/safe.
Note: Stick locations in the headers. Posts can be as long or short as you like, but I'm DMing a lot of ninja, which means you're probably not getting novels.

The night is cold and cloudy.

As there has been county-wide telecommunications problems, many of the security alerts in the manor have been deactivated. At a little while after one in the morning, the local cellphone towers go dead, and mobile connectivity blinks a few feeble bars before disconnecting.

The series of shadows converging on the quiet manor are silent and deadly, a wave of cohesive forms that circle and condense on all sides.

Oct. 27th, 2016


[Lock: Batfamily.]

[Batfamily+ Lock.]

I hope there is no one that needs to make an insurance claim.

Oct. 26th, 2016


Public; Bruce W; Jason W


That was unexpected. Quiet, sleepy town indeed.

[Bruce W]

I would hope you did not attend the party but instead I will assume you're still in one piece.

[Jason W]

Is it always this fun around here?

Oct. 25th, 2016



Blue in the hay.

Snakes in the kitchen.

Oct. 24th, 2016



I think I'm better at trick or treating than I am at social gatherings.

Aug. 27th, 2016


[The Manor]

Who: Bruce and Whoever is around
What: Batman Returns, lol see what I did there
Where: Wainright Manor
When: The time foretold here.
Warnings/Rating: The god**** batman is pretty pg ok.

He was suitably dramatic after all. A rich man's black town car, a generic airport driver (he had a hat), no bags and only a light sports jacket better suited to a casual business lunch than a confetti-filled return to the living. It was obvious, in the lack of more than a silhouette as he avoided headlights and allowed for the existing security measures to pick him up, that he did not hide, and yet at the same time concealed himself from eyes searching for details.

Separating from the car, he paused for a moment before he moved through the gates, long-adjusted eyes suited to the dark taking in the familiar lines of the mansion and the manicured lawns giving rise to isolated trees. Then he straightened, and it was a slow, deliberate process.

Everything about him, in fact, was slow. He was walking deliberately, placing his feet, shifting his weight with precision, and structuring his silhouette the way he wanted it until he was in the shadow of the front entrance, the pillars offering support as he put out a hand to lean there. The car pulled away, the glowing eyes tracing back toward the Capital in the darkness.