Rooms

[After arriving at the shop and discovering her car & her son are missing.]

[Russ C.]

WHERE IS HE?

Then: [Sam A.]

I'm coming to get my son.

[Phone call to Peggy C, late]
Ring!

Red, carmine, is the colour often left behind by borrowers of skin, serpent and pupae alike. The tissue dyerot of mordre lingers as sepsis, putrid sewage slurred within, behind, and it tastes? Of cinnamon, of the bloody heart of pomegranate gone sticky in palm, of a woman mad. To her I say, yes and no, maybe, perhaps and then. Next time, I suggest the post.

In post script: the canary ought mind the drop. The sun does rise in the west.

[Locked to Daniel W]
[He does not think he will get a response, but.]

Darling, did you enjoy yourself?

[News filters out from New Arkham Asylum Wednesday morning about the escape of Jonathan Crane. Little information is released about how Crane may have escaped from the asylum, and while a search has been conducted, there seems to be little panic or worry about his escape. Arkham officials refuse to comment on the escape, or the fact that getting out of Arkham seems to be getting easier and easier every day.]

Who: Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne
What: WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Where: The hospital
When: Timeline a little fuzzy. After plot.
Warnings: Salty sweet man tears everywhere
Note: NOTE: DICK IS NOT GOING TO IMMEDIATELY TELL EVERYONE NOT BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T SING FROM THE MOUNTAINS, BUT BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO GIVE KELLY A BREAK WHILE SHE IS AT E3 AND BRINGING BACK LOTS OF IMPORTANT NERD INFORMATION FOR US. :-D So just....bear with everyone. TIMELINE REMAINS FUZZY.

( I don't even have words for this right now )

[Locked to Gwen Stacy]

Were you in the hotel event? Are you okay?


[Locked to Dick Grayson]

I might have a theory on how to help you get back on your feet sooner rather than later.


[Locked to Death]

Hey, how are you?

[Locked to Batfam+]

I've got the GPD at least a little more under control. Crane's flown the coop. We're working on it. Anything else I should be aware of?


[Locked to Barbara Gordon]

Hey sweetheart, how you doing? Were you part of whatever madness people are going on about here?


[Locked to Dick Grayson]

You got visiting hours, kid?


[Locked to Bruce W, since there's no point in pretending]

Hey, my boys say they haven't seen you around.

[Public]

Is getting dropped into another door the standard trade-off for living through a hotel thing without some trauma?

Fucking Gotham. And I thought East Tremont was the world's asshole.

[Ra's swap]

I usually go with coffee the morning after. Or a stiff drink.

[Anon]

There's a guy. Blond, long hair, jeans with grease all over. [...] You probably woke up sore.

There was a girl. Blonde. Loud noises. Sea of bones.

Who were they?

[Locked to Dick G]
Hi. I'm Claire.

Dr. Banner mentioned you might need [...] me.

[She is overly excited to share this information with Kitane, and in her excitement she doesn't mark this as private just between them. She's sitting at home in her apartment in Metropolis, typing away on her laptop beside an open window, dressed in comfy pajamas at the moment.]

Kitane! There is someone here who speaks my language. Can you believe it? It was the person whose body switched I with. Isn't that exciting? I can't believe it. She learned the language for a job and she can read and write it very well.

...I'm sorry! How are you?