Rooms

I'm looking for a guy that showed up without any shoes. Old fashioned clothing.

[Locked to Tony S]
[During this.]

Just humor me. Humor me and tell me that hospital has fantastic security. That you know every last doctor and every last nurse, and that you've run background checks on them. Humor me. And tell Robert you need him there 24/7. Now. I'm stuck on this island, Tony. I can't leave.

[Locked to Death]
[As War this time, and in a red bordering on black.]

I know you aren't the same as we are, but you're close. Do you miss your brothers [A pause as emotions are always difficult. There's a splatter of ink on the page, a longer pause, and when she resumes writing there is a great deal of smudginess that indicates possible bloodshed.] Do you wish the rest of your family was here? I expect to see them and they do not come.

[Locked to Avengers]

[A link to this.] That's the man I told everyone about. I'm not sure how much of his threats are reality right now, but I do think it's best if we all take shifts at the hospital immediately. I'd move him, but that would only draw attention. I've considered asking Professor Xavier to come here briefly and use his telepathy to search the area, he'd be able to pick up on it I think.

Who: Neil
What: Narrative: where in the world is Neil Donovan?
Where: Pirates door.
When: Recently to current.
Warnings/Rating: None?

( And, to boot, he was hungry. And thirsty. Goddamnit. )

[Written, not typed, in messy script.]

[donovan lock.]

Hey. I'm alive. What's going on?

[locked to sam a.]

[Heavy pen press.] Hi.

[locked to ella d.]

Sorry. How'd you get through the hotel thing? How's Beth?

[public]

Mmmm, sunshine.

[locked to ladies who lunch (AKA girls on wondy island)]

Everyone settling in?

[Texted to each individually.]

I had the head of security secure the floor and they're making everybody go through a weapons screen and wear badges, okay? Okay.

[Clementine M.]
Your side of the world still godawful?

[Graham R.]
Dad?

Who: Marina & Russ & Nathan
What: Dinner
Where: Marina's
When: Backdated a couple of days so that nothing dramatic or criminally horrible is going on at this time.
Warnings/Rating: None yet.

Gotham had a lot worse to offer than the disintegrating complex that sat on the city's North side, but it made her old Vegas digs look like a four-star suite by outside comparison alone. The inside was actually better and more spacious than the one-bedroom cramped shack that she'd kept in the real world. It was the industrial side of town where that old Ace chemical building crowned itself way up the block. Everything looked metal and gray, ashes and steel. Marina's building was some old factory barely redeemed by a conversion to apartments. They weren't the fancy kind, but then again, either was this side of town.

The building from the outside looked tired; a lot of bricks and not a lot of windows. The stairwell was quiet, suggesting that it wasn't the kind of place that people returned to unless it was real late and the bars finally closed up shop. Most people's lights seemed to be off, but there was a window with red curtains that stood out like a bright wound on the side of the building that met the sidewalk. Anyone who knew her didn't really have to guess which apartment was hers.

Inside 3A, it was better. No sign of metal or gray here. The furniture was all the same as her old place, the hotel had at least seen fit to give her that. But this spot had more sprawl, Nathan actually had a room instead of a converted closet. There were a lot more plants crammed into corners, and tasseled carpets interrupted wooden floors that were pale and untreated. Colorful plastic beads dripped from the entryway between the kitchen and the living room.

The whole place smelled like perfume and spices and green plants. Oh, and popcorn. The small apartment smelled like the microwave popcorn that Marina and Nathan danced around the kitchen eating handfuls of. The upcoming promise of dinner did not deter either of them from popcorn. But then, naturally, popcorn was the only food appropriate for eating while dancing around the kitchen to gypsy punk music. The front door was unlocked, and the music was playing too loud to let them know if he knocked anyway. Marina was dressed for dinner in simple turquoise, and Nathan wore a small child's pirate Halloween costume, complete with hat and plastic sword. They had both agreed that it went with the music just fine, although since they were eating popcorn and ordering Thai food, there obviously wasn't a set motif in place here.

[locked to tony s]

Hey. If a cackling, vaguely eurotrash kind of guy shows up at the hospital, call in the hit squad.

[locked to gwen s]

Where are you? Are you still at the house?

[eta: locked to dick g]

[After this.]

You let the fucking clone into your hospital room?

Who: Clem & Graham
What: Woodbury
Where: The apartment
When: In-progress
Warnings/Rating: None expected

After that prison cell in solitary, she reckoned Woodbury wasn't so bad, even if Graham and Shane were real put-out over having to hand over their weapons. But that made some sense to her way of thinking. There were families here, folks with kids, showers and roofs and something that felt like living had been before ending up in this hell with the dead folks walking. It wasn't surprising that these folks were real protective of it, and they didn't know the lot of them from a herd of dead things on the street. They'd come into town blazing, covered in blood and gore and armed to the teeth. She figured it was real nice they'd even been let stay, and she wasn't surprised a lick that the weapons couldn't come to the three-bedroom apartment that the Governor set them up with.

She showered first thing, washing off gore that was days old and letting the hot water run cold and not feeling even a little bit bad over it. Being in the prison hadn't broke her of all her habits, and she'd never worried a lick over hot water. The town's folks had sent over a pile of clothes that were clean, and she slipped on soft a-line skirt and baby-fine cami without protest, even if both items were plenty out of season. She took to drying her hair with a towel, and she peered into the bedroom she knew Graham was at. She'd seen him before she'd got in the shower, staring out the window all distrusting. "You think something's going to come in the window and kill us dead, sugar?"

Who: Eddie Nigma
Where: DC -> Mass Effect door, Citadel
When: over the weekend, while Stephanie is on her vacay
What: Trying something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue
Warnings: violence

( Hours and hours of incinerate, combat drone, sentry, sabotage, overload, cyro blast, repeat. Over and over. )

[Locked to Robert B]

"In a rabbit fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of a car because the lights terrify me, and under the blind death of the wheels I will be safe."