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[Locked to Declan M]
[And pretending not one damn weird thing happened any.] We got us an invitation somewhere, and it ain't polite to say no.

[Locked to Matt M]
Reckon you best check on James, honey.

Who: Anyone who wishes to attend
What: A reluctant party
Where: Wayne Manor grounds (Exterior. The Batcave is inaccessible, and the Manor is locked to non-thieves and non-family.)
When: During the Gotham age-down plot
Warnings/Rating: This is a group log. Please place locations in headers, and use warnings where required.

Crowded, the party was upscale. College kids littered the grounds of Wayne Manor, but the decor was still the best Gotham had to offer, despite the relative youth of the attendants. The front steps were lantern-lit, and the stone landing and fountain circle were the center of the festivities for the evening. From the landing, a DJ played college hits, and there were two white tents erected for dancing. Around the twinkle-lit fountain, there was a well-stocked bar and an opulent buffet, and someone had even ordered an ice-sculpture swan to glitter in the lantern lights. Only the best booze, only the most expensive hor d'oeuvres, and it was a Gotham charity gala in miniature.

The doors to the big house were locked tight, but the grounds were unguarded (save for a certain inaccessible Batcave). Beyond the verdant and unlit field, a gamekeeper's house sat locked, and the stables housed a horse or two, empty stalls and impressive hay stacks. The greenhouse was warm, even in the evening, the day's heat still holding onto leaves and blooms. All around the property, the largely-untamed gardens were barely lit and perfect for slipping away, benches and trees and shrubs to hide behind. Early in the evening, and they were already crowded, the gardens, with pawing teenagers two-bottles deep.

Beyond the gardens, trees grew tall and eclipsed the moon and stars, and the loud music from the party barely carried there, where the canopy shut out the world.

[Public.]

Steve Rogers. He's [...] He is gone?

[James B.]

[After speaking with Sharon.]

James. I need your help.

[Gwen S]

Gwen, are you okay?

[Bruce B]

Bruce?

[Public: As Irene A]

Oh this is novel.

[JARVIS (+ Louis)]

I need a rundown of every facility we have that's off the public books, and a list of doctors who can be bought.

[Left for Clementine M - at the Fire House]

Homemade Coffee and Vanilla Soap Scubs With a note: Hope you enjoy this one! First batch from the new apartment kitchen - ought to use it for something! Thanks again for all your help! - Evie

[Left for Mikey C - at the Fire House]

Manly Beer Soap and a little something extra just because - Homemade Aftershave too. And a note: I'd tell you I'd bottled pirate smell, but that sounded less appealing once I thought about it for a minute. Thanks for all your help, matey. Arrrgh. - Evie

[Text to to Wren H]

Image 1 and Image 2.

We're making progress! I got creative. And a big discount on fabric and the landlady gave me a bunch of rugs.

I made you some more conditioner.

Who: Bucky Barnes/Matt Murdock
What: Bucky is having a stakeout party.
Where: Disused office building across from a major Manhattan hotel.
When: After rescuing Tony.
Warnings/Rating: TBA.

(  He watched her in the scope. Did he train her? Did it matter? )