Rooms

Who: Eddie narrative
When: now!
Where: Gotham -> Miss Peregrine -> Tales
What: Eddie loses a friend, gains a power
Warning: none!

( Eddie reached up to feel his old newsie cap and he screamed again for good measure. )

[Private to Stephanie N.]
[His journal is suddenly paper. Writing is very inky, almost like he's using a spooky, old pen.]

I'm going to be out of Gotham for a few weeks. Mac's dead and I think I'm a necromancer now? and I'm being trained. For. Things.

[Private to Muerte]

Do robots have- could you feel her spirit leave?

[bats, hal, sara, donna, supes seperately]

Hey, my mother box died. I won't be in the door for a while. I know it's been quiet, so hopefully Cthulhu won't rise while I'm gone.

[Text to Luke H]

Tomorrow, midnight.

[She includes a google map link to a warehouse in the garment district, Manhattan.]

[Public as St. John A.]
What's that adage? Third time's a charm?

[That first night set the tone. In the end, Flash agreed to Harry's suggestion that they search through the night, and Gwen suspected he only did so to avoid a fight that would waste precious moments of remaining daylight. But they were blind in the dark, no lights anywhere save their flashlights. It was hard to stay together while running from the undead that seemed to be even more prevalent in the darkness. They'd lost each other repeatedly through that long night, only to find each other again when a gunshot or scream guided their feet in the dark, and by morning they were far away from the safety of houses or highways. There was nowhere to take cover, and the forest was thick and humid. The Southeast, she figured, based on the topography she'd noted before darkness fell, and even that bit of science wasn't reassuring.

They did a better job of staying together after that, but it had been nearly a week of the same. They had a few rations left, and they needed to find a water supply to replenish their stores. But Flash remained in contact with Mary Jane, and they were close; Harry wouldn't want to stop now, and Gwen didn't even suggest it. She'd stopped suggesting anything three days earlier. Words felt as useless as science here.

They reached the edge of the farmland just before sunrise. A flickering candle was visible in a high farmhouse window ahead, down a dusty road that was a barbwire-lined obstacle course, a few flailing zombies impaled on the rusty metal.]

[PUBLIC JOURNAL POST AS EMMA F]
Different Mansion. Different New York? Please. Someone’s going to have to try harder. I remain unimpressed at these old hats.

Who: Dylan M and Darcy L
Where: McDonalds Playplace - New York
When: Recently - between the hours of 5 AM and 1030 AM ONLY BECAUSE MCDONALDS IS THE WORST WITH THE BREAKFAST HOURS.
What: McGriddles, a thermos of bloody mary, and a playplace. What could go wrong?
Warnings: What could go wrong?

( I'm lovin' it. )

[Filtered to Sharon Carter]

I need to put in for a leave of absence from SHIELD. [...] You said before that you could help me with something like that.

[Locked to Raven D]

Hi! I haven't talked to you in a few days so I thought I'd say hi and ask if you want to go shopping with me for some art supplies sometime?

[Locked to Clementine M]

So I might have gotten an invite to a private sale at this one boutique. And that invite might include a +1. Interested?

Oh, what now?

( text message to Billy )

I need to know how you get out of the door with the zombies.

[The world inside of the Halloween Tree was not a very nice looking place. Even to someone from Gotham, the grey, winding streets and sharp towers looked downright depressing. If the town had been empty, it would have been the sort of graveyard you'd drive past at top speeds, but the people...creatures...monsters who lived there brought all the color Eddie needed. As of now, the green riddled man was the apprentice of two witches who were absolutely delighted that he could conjure ghosts for them. All kinds, they said. All shapes, sizes and oh look your eyes even glow when you get going! Eddie liked the attention, he liked learning and he even liked having lunch in the graveyard with some ghosts that had a good story or two to tell.]

[Eddie didn't quite look like Eddie here. He was more claymation than man with pale, pale skin, dark circles under his eyes and his hair in that perfect singular curl. He was dressed in a deep green suit with a pumpkin pin on his black tie. He wasn't nearly as impressive or imposing as Jack and truthfully he looked more alive than dead (mostly, the witches insisted, only mostly) and everywhere he walked, his shadow changed shapes. When Stephanie arrived, he was reading on a patch of dead grass, leaning up against a lone grave next to the giant witch's head where his teachers were making some poison or another to try on him when he wasn't looking. The air smelled of pumpkin, burnt leaves and sugar. His shadow was currently doing its best werewolf impression on the wall behind him. He looked up when Stephanie approached, dark eyes behind darker circles and he slowly got to his feet.] I think you'd like Christmas town much more. [He hadn't been, but he could guess. His shadow warped and started playing paddle ball.]