Rooms

[To a private cellular line. Ring ring.]

[She doesn't actually go to the Ukraine - not yet. But she gets reports, enough to know the comrade followed her blinking red trail, and she pages back through the journals and makes unwritten notes about the information found there. Ultimately, and after ample consideration.]

[Group lock to The Women]
You know the problem with a boys club?

[Wren H]

Thank you. Have you looked at it?

[Louis D]

That's some present.

[Preston R]

Good Christmas?

[Public]

Resolutions: buy new socks. Learn to play the ukulele. Find a good story.

Who: Sam Alexander & Cris Martin-Argüelles
What: talking, &tc.
Where: Ocean's Eleven, Sam's hospital room
When: just after this
Warnings/Rating: TBD

( Fue una gran despedida para una maldita basura. )

Kitty might not be feeling so hot. You should take her some flowers.

Who: Selina and Bruce
What: A slight case of poison
Where: The cave
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Probably safe

( Selina really hated plants. )

[Group Text: Shane A and Graham R]

Hey boys,

Clem skipped out on her appt this morning and I can't get hold of her. Anyone seen her?

-Pen

[After getting the run around in the department and transferred back and forth bout six different times, they finally got all of the wires straight and promised to put Elena through to the man who was said to be her husbnd's partner. Elena smiled and murmured thank you when they patched her through to the bzz bzz bzz of being placed on hold. Elena knew that Cris was on an assignment and she understood that, but she couldn't do days with no word from him. A week, he'd said? Non, non, non. Elena needed to make sure that everything was alright way before that, which is why anxiety made her place this phone call early in the morning.]

[Locked to Evie S]

Hi. Will you come somewhere with me?

[Deliveries to: Bruce W, Selina K, Dick G, Stephanie B, Alfred P.]

[A card, stamped with AirMail and postmarked from Prague of all places. Inside is a simple Thank you, written in Helena's hand, and though the cards are identical, if checked they all show slight variations on the inside text to indicate that they're handwritten instead of simply copied. There's no return address on any of them.

Alfred's alone shows what might be a crumb. The cookies were damned good.]

[Delivery to Gwen S.]

[Gwen gets the same card as above, but on the inside hers says, Better late than never. Merry Christmas, -Hels and comes with a festively wrapped package. Inside is an empty photo album, so she might put new pictures of whatever she likes inside, a slouchy hat in bright purple, something a little science-y, something very science-y, and something fanciful.]

[Text to Harley Q.]

[A picture of a panty-clad hip.]