Rooms

[Locked from Marina and Russell. Oh and Batman. Just in case.]

small towns, everybody knows u and they wont believe u when u say ur 21.

[Locked to Anonymous Luke H]

Check in.

[Locked to Death]

[No lead in, no blinking cursor. Someone has had too much time on her hands to think.] Why'd you do it?

[Phone call to Seven M]

[The day after this. Caller ID shows it from a local hospital.]

Ring!

[Methos knew that something bad was going down with Sam, but he tried not to think about it. They weren't close, it wasn't his business, and so he really didn't want to stick his neck out. Duncan would have, of course. The man had a heroic chivalry complex that made Methos roll his eyes, and he was set on doing the opposite of what Duncan would do. That meant that what remained of his conscious did prod at him, but he was good at shrugging that off. He'd see her next week, and decide whether he needed to do something or not.

Peru really was nice.

But for the weekend, he was doing what he normally did these days: trying out new bars on his search for some new haunts. The beer in Gotham was actually pretty good, and he found a bar that had a base level of smoke, but an otherwise clean appearance by Gotham standards. From the burly men in suits here and there, he guessed it was also mafia-affiliated. He leaned back against the bar as he sipped his drink, watching the people come and go, the notes of a jazz sax on the air.

Not as good as Joe, but it wasn't a bad place--for Gotham standards, which fit his standards pretty well. He didn't care too much about corruption. All humans were corrupted, full of good and evil. He wasn't going to make quick moral judgments.]

[John's recent conversation with Helena on the mutant issue hadn't spurred him to the Mutant Cause. He was so done with the cause. The cause, right now, could go fuck itself. John had died multiple times because of the cause and different mutants struggling for supremacy. He was, in a word, finished.

So it was time to travel to another door.

He didn't know what door he was entering, and at first, the bright lights and the energy of 1920's New York made him roll his eyes. Couldn't he get away from New York? But as he walked, he noticed the details of a book read long ago. Of glamor and death, and a green light in the distance. The Great Gatsby. He loved that book.

So as the sun set, he made his way through the people to try to find one hell of a party.]

[Public]

I don't believe I'll ever care much for hospitals.

[Locked to Sam A]

Did they actually use you as bait?

Who: The soldier (Narrative)
What: The soldier struggles with soft drinks, thinks about trigger phrases, and then decides something much more difficult.
Where: A convenience store at the Eastern border of West Virginia.
When: Today.
Warnings/Rating: Some violence.

( He was staring into the soda refrigerator. )

Who: Dick Grayson
Where: Miss Peregrine's!
When: A couple days after this
What: Second door to the right and straight on partying for two days?
Warnings: 19 year old Dick Grayson.

( Whenever someone's asked what power they wish they had, flying is always at the top of the list. But I have to admit. I've learned to love falling too )

WHO: Evelyn and Solas
WHAT: Checking out the Marvel Door
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: IDK RECENTLY, right after this
WARNINGS: Nada

( Thedosian elves weren’t like the ones found in most of human fantasy. They didn’t frolick in meadows and sleep in grassy knolls for the sheer love of nature. At the height of their empire, he’d seen in dreams their sprawling cities of crystal that glittered and floated in the air. But even that paled in comparison to this. New York was monolithic on a scale Solas had never considered in the past. )

[Public - Some time after this]

Fuck

What day is it? Bruce, I'll be home really quick. Why Bruce Fuck

[At this point the post abruptly cuts off - not scarily - just stops for about five minutes - Once on the other side of the door - really known only to him that he is in the exact same position as he was moments prior. Only this time in the hotel lobby.]

Fuck.

[Anon "X3" - Bucky Barnes"]

[After reports of this come in.]

[In cyrillic]

You have to stop.