Rooms

Brielle awoke in the Vega with no idea how she'd gotten there. Smearing the dust of sleep from the corners of her eyes, she looked around the small room with a rising sense of panic, something that was a familiar houseguest in her crippled heart. There was a glass of water on the bedside table, and Brielle gulped it down, wondering at the taste of ash that clung to her tongue and the dried blood that was embedded beneath her nails.

The room was furnished by things from another time, and the idea of where she might be at least put some of her worries at ease as she slipped from the bed in a dress that she did not recognize as belonging to her. There was a hooded jacket and a pair of jeans hanging on the hook behind the bedroom door, which reassured Brielle that she had come here and changed. She simply must have been so exhausted that she didn't remember it now. Things had been strange over the last couple of weeks, and this was not the first time that she'd woken up in a strange place with no idea how she'd gotten there.

Brielle thought that such a thing should worry her more, but there was a deeper part of herself that seemed to accept it as something inevitable and unadjustable. Everything would be fine ultimately, she believed that. Because she had to, there was little choice but to have faith that whatever had been going on with her with the spells of missing time was somehow attributed to the injuries she'd sustained that had required hospitalization.

After Wren's madness on the journals began, Brielle headed down the stairs, bordering on hysterics and in search of her sister. "Anaïs?!"

Who: Luke & Wren
What: Luke goes to talk Wren into coming home, but not much talking happens. (1/2)
Where: New Amsterdam theater.
When: Recently.
Warnings/Rating: Some foreplay.

( She was supposed to be convincing him to stay. She was supposed to be pleading for another life, a safer life, a different life. But she couldn't. )

Who: Lyra V and Jake R
What: Jobs and double-dealings
When: Recently!
Where: the Vega

( Jake was sufficiently accomplished in everything that he pursued, well every venue but one really, but he put less of an emphasis of importance on relationships than he did with baseball or books. Besides, the truth stretched like boardwalk taffy for professional liars, people wholly invested in the makebelieve of art and reaffirming self-importance.  )

Who: Bruce & Selina
What: A visit.
Where: Selina's apartment in Gatsby.
When: Sometime after this.
Warnings/Rating: Some adult stuff and all the sadness in the world.

( This was a bad idea. )

WHO: Babs and Selina
WHAT: Rando run ins while Babs goes universe shopping
WHERE: Gatsby, Cotton Club
WHEN: Nowish? I like fuzzy timelines, don’t you.
WARNINGS: tbd

( There were times that strict plans were a good way to go, but she figured if there was ever a time that fortune would favor the bold, it would be when slipping through doors that lead to pocket universes. )

[It's a bright, yet sweltering, summer Wednesday morning in 1922 when the clouds arrive - at first it is just a few rainclouds spitting rain on New York throughout the morning, the temperature begins to fall around the lunchtime hour.

By two in the afternoon the clouds become darker, and it falls to just freezing temperature, the snow begins to fall. It's not a blizzard, but it is summer - the news radio can't explain it - some are even enjoying it. It's a small snowfall compared to winter - a few of inches at most - but no one was prepared for it.

The snow storm seems to be centered around and near the theater district, and out in the streets people are either miserable or elated, there doesn't seem to be an in-between. Traffic becomes backed up, pedestrians and drivers alike are completely unprepared for a summertime snow storm after all. Though some view it as an even further excuse to celebrate.

Like everything in this world, the snow sparkles against the shiny backdrop of the city. Many residents are simply taking it in stride and finding an excuse to continue in their lavish lifestyles and bunk in at a singular location into the nighttime hours, the parties continue.

The cold weather continues through Wednesday night and into Thursday morning when the sun and steamy New York heat returns and the thaw begins.]

[She contacted the good doctor a few days after she'd settled in Gatsby. After all, he was insistent that she needed a check-up. Those few days had done her good. Gone were most of the circles beneath her eyes, and she'd lost the gauntness that a month of illness had left on her bones. She'd even gone prowling the night before, black and her whip and this city was more like Gotham at night than Marvel had ever been. There was something dirty beneath all the 1920s glitter, something appealing in the underground-clubs and dark jazz that was starting to sift through panes of glass into the open streets. She'd found a corner of roof, and she'd looked out over the nascent city, and she'd breathed. She was still too tired for much more than that, but it was air in her lungs, and she'd been a woman drowning.

Her patron had gone home for the evening. Home to his wife, home to their mansion on the water. She was glad to see him go. She'd propped the door open for Robert's visit, and the phonograph played jazz, and the apartment smelled of sex, and she was wrapped in a robe of black silk that matched the black-on-white of the deco apartment in a slightly rundown building that was filled with women who lacked wedding rings.

She knew the Bat was busy with the Joker. Knew he was busy with Gotham. She was grateful for the extra few days before seeing him, days to find her claws again. Assuming he actually managed to come.]

Who: Selina
What: Narrative: Relocating
Where: Gatsby
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: None

( A stolen dress, some makeup to hide the circles and scars, some groping in a speakeasy, and she had an invitation to a Gatsby party. )

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