Rooms

[During this.]

[Locked to Bruce W + Dick G + Tony S]
Do you need help?

[Locked to Eddie N]
Selina wanted me to contact you to share information I gave her, though I'm sure you have it.

[Locked to Selina K]
Your four hours are up.

[Call to Sharon C]
Ring!

[During this, and en route to Helena. Voice transcribed, hastily.]

Helena was shot I'm on my way to her. Selina isn't well can one of you check on her?

[comm to selina k.]

[Quiet, clearly trying to not be intrusive beep beeepp.]

[Locked to Steve and Sharon individually]

Checking in.

[Because unaware of all the rest, lock to Selina Kyle]

Walked through the park and talked to two people about the weather. You?


[Locked to Pepper Potts]

Hi Pepper. How is recovery going?

Who: Sam
What: Narrative, back to Vegas, aging
Where: The real world, mostly
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Language

( Yeah, ok, and maybe this was what closure felt like. )

[Even though he knew about multiple universes it was always weird to experience first hand. But that weirdness had been put aside so he could help deal with the mess in Gotham. True he never really did much visiting of Gotham but that didn't mean anything. He was needed and he had the power to help. So helping he was.

It was nice to know though that Cassie and Clark were here too. Familiar faces were always good. At the moment though he was taking a much needed break. He bit into the granola bar and chewed on it thoughtfully. Hopefully the mess Ra's had made of Gotham would end soon.]

[Handwritten, anonymously.]

I have had this dream before. [....] Or, perhaps, this is a memory. C'est familier, mais différent. How can I be sure?

[Sydney still needed to put on more weight. Four months of undernourishment was a hard thing to undo. Luckily though they were safe in Court. Mostly at least. He still didn't trust his former friend not to do something to hurt Sydney. But he could worry about that later. Right now he was trying to decide what to paint. He stared at the blank canvas, scowling a little in frustration. Nothing was coming to mind. He needed to take a break but he was being stubborn in not wanting to. He wanted to get this done and show it off to Sydney. He glanced down at Hopper and ran a hand over the small dragon.]

What should I paint Hopper? [An idea suddenly occurred to him and he began painting Hopper, a grin on his face as he began working.]

[Scott M]

I still can't get out, but things are getting better. The lights are back on, the army is here. I'm going to get out as soon as I can.

[Anon lock: Tats/Accountant]
[From a corner of the garage, when things start to quiet down a little outside.]

So this shit isn't over, huh?

[Text to Torunn]
›› I'm bored
›› Come visit?
›› I'm still on doctor's orders to take it easy.