Rooms

Who: Daniel & Sam
What: Visiting the patient
Where: Ocean's Eleven
When: Before this, fuzzy timelines
Warnings/Rating: Language, talk of addiction

( Daniel was sitting on his bed, and he was slumped, but not because he was tired or injured; in fact, Daniel had been up and around the room for a couple days now, trying to work his anger out on something that wasn't Lin while his skin crawled with rancid fire and raw neglect. )

[Delivered to Cris M.]

[After spending the entire night after her conversation with Micah awake and painting, early morning. It's wrapped in brown, and it requires a signature & identification shown to the courier, so it doesn't end up in the wrong (tiny) hands. It's oil on linen, and 30×20. There's no note included, but it is signed in the corner, the letters barely visible.]

[Locked to Sam A]

[Later in the day, early evening, after this.]

Hey, mami.

[Posted to every journal on the network]

"The stockings were hung by the chimney with care..."

[Saturday morning, holiday stockings go up in the lobby of the hotel, and the entire hotel becomes a winter wonderland. Lights line the halls and abandoned rooms, and everything is bright and clean. The windows are no longer grimy, and the scene beyond their spotless (and unbreakable) glass is of snowy days and snowy nights in ever-changing locales. The stockings will remain where they are, untouched by anyone but the deliverer, until December 26th, when the last batch of gifts is delivered.]

(Please identify recipient in the subject line of each thread within this post. Gifts may be left anonymously, or they can be signed. Also, gifts may be left erroneously in incorrect stockings. Reactions can be posted at any time.)

hey.

Are there any others here who work in the government?

[locked to eddie n.]

I didn't get a chance to [...] thank you.

[Doctor Who Crew]

So, Santas attacking at malls. Does it sound familiar to you ladies?

[As Neil D.]

Just in time for Christmas. Lovely.

[Batfam + Everyone Dickie has ever met in his life etc etc etc etc]

It's a GIRL.

Lucy Adelaide Barbara Gordon-Grayson (Yes. She has five names.) was born this morning, 20 December 2014 at 9:36 AM. She weighs 8 pounds 6 ounces, and has absolutely no hair whatsoever. She's got 10 fingers, 10 toes, and blue eyes (that will stay that way, thank you very much).

She's pretty much the most perfect thing in the Universe, Babs has been to space and can verify this. She's healthy and beautiful and squishy.

Babs was amazing and is doing great, she is taking a well deserved rest. And Lucy, my daughter, and I are hanging out taking hospital selfies.

[About 34 selfies of Dickie and Lucy are attached to this post - yes 34. There are more where these came from.]

We'll be out of here tomorrow, but if you want to come visit us here, you are more than welcome. And bring gifts, we just had a baby for Christ's sake. ;)

[Eddie N]

Hi.

[Helena W.]

You're an aunt.

[Helena W]
[Inserts a Christmas picture of the children he was tasked to watch.] Annual interest has been distributed. How's Tokyo, Miss Helena?

[Death]
[There've been a few false starts, and he's switched the name back and forth between Death and Em. He finally just gives up and writes the truth.] I'm not quite sure how to begin talking to someone called Death, or even if one should. But you reached out before, and it's good manners to return the favor.

I hope the holidays haven't been too busy for you, miss. [He refrains from writing anything about the family in particular. What would the point be? This is already really weird.]

[Bruce had very limited experience with babies, but once Dick announced the birth of his daughter that ceased to matter entirely. After all the tragedy in Gotham, after losing Damian, the arrival of new life was a welcome change. Logically he knew little Lucy wasn't his biological granddaughter, no more than Dick was his biological son, but that didn't matter either; they were family in every way that mattered. He was thrilled. The pain of losing Damian and his argument with Helena was set aside, the guilt he'd been carrying for weeks was temporarily forgotten. What mattered now was Dick and Barbara and their little girl. He was happy for them, and they deserved nothing but the best.

He arrived at the hospital with flowers and a gift basket, though more gifts were likely to come. Somehow he managed to balance the two, enough to free one hand, and he knocked on the door before peering inside.] Dick?