Rooms

[At the party. In a fine hand with a fine-inked fountain pen, the wood backing of the bar jostling texture into otherwise smooth letters and with a wetness ringing out from the top left corner by way of condensation and third glass of brandy.]

This is extraordinary. There is some science at work I cannot quite parse.

[After this.]

[Call to Penny R]
[Ring.]

Who: Sam
What: Getting settled and passing time
Where: Ocean's Eleven
When: Recently (and the past year, kind of)
Warnings/Rating: Language & themes

( 2000. (2014 for Marvel, for Gotham, yeah?) )

Clearly, my locks are far too simple. I need to see someone about some updated ones.

[Locked to Louis D]
I'm fine. I have my own place, and I'm ok. Stop worrying, pls, yeah?

[Locked to Russ C]
Sorry for showing up like that at the museum. Not fucking cool of me.

[Locked to Neil D]
Hey. Sorry, yk, for everything.

[Locked to Cris M]
¿Me estás evitando?

[Private to Jason T.]

So, what do you do for fun around here? I bet it's still shoot evil dudes in the kneecaps, right? Nailed it.

[Public as Barbara G.]

Please tell me there's a Sailor Moon door.