Rooms

[Locked to Steve R]

[Late at night, messy and tired script.] Any change with Tony, Stevie?

[Locked to Selina Kyle]

Suit's almost ready. Probably should have a final update soon.


[Locked to Steve Rogers]

I think we've come up with a final solution. It's almost ready to go. Update on Tony?

[ Locked to Hal Jordan ]
Did you end up finding a bar?

[Public] [ETA: locked to Mansion dwellers only]

Whose is the adorable baby being intermittently toted around by Xavier?

[Steve R/Bruce B]

How's he doing?

[Mary-Jane W]

I overnighted the papers back to you. And remind me that board meetings have to be conducted in person or I am going to pretend all work can be done from Westchester and say I'm not ready.

[Eddie N]

I seem to recall mention of a wedding a while back. Yours? Congratulations.

[Charles X./Bobby D.]

Hey. Um. I don't know if you know who I am, but [Bobby forgets to finish the sentence, at first because he can't think of what to say, and later because he gets distracted by shiny.]

[Locked to Clem]

You still there, beautiful?

[Public]

Are cheerios donut seeds??

[Text to Mingmei S.]

What r u doing? How is soup city?

[Locked to Alice L]

Your door, what's it like?

[Text to Shane Alexander]

Interesting news.

Who: Vic and her mum
What: Meeting
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Zis will be 'armless!

She was rather entirely ready to go round the bend. Hogwarts was nearly empty, and there was no one at all in the Slytherin common room. Even Teddy hadn't made a peep since the meeting with the undead at Madam Puddifoot's; she expected him to profess his love once or twice, or even to try for a grope, but it wasn't surprising, all things considered. She wondered if he was sitting in the Hufflepuff common room, hair some sallow shade of misery, and she couldn't stand any of it.

It could be said that they'd grown tall on the bones of the dead, but they'd never thought of them as people. They were stories, the Marauders and all the others who died so they might live. On 2 May, they'd stopped being people, and she wasn't sure what do now that they'd become more than tales.

She missed her family. Even her overprotective dad, and she missed Shell Cottage and the water lapping at her toes. There had been no pretense there, no need to pretend. Snake or lion or Veela, it hadn't mattered among the muggles.

But that was entirely enough of that. Snakes did not mope, and nor would she. She slipped into a muggle dress, purple and without sleeves, and her black boots came to the knee. Hogsmeade, and somewhere for a butterbeer and some conversation of a decent sort, as there wasn't any to be had where she was.

[Text to Steve Rogers]

Check in. Tell me you've eaten and slept in the past 48 hours. Don't make me mother hen, it's fucked up.