Rooms

[Locked to Louis D, Sam A, Joey A]
we fucking doing shit for Christmas or what? I need to know how much booze to get.

Maybe I'm just the most hungover I've ever been, but I could have sworn everything in the fucking house wasn't broken when I left last night.

Who: Joey and party kids
What: A party that might end badly when Blake's place is trashed tomorrow.
When:Now?
Warnings:Drugs, lots of.

( We're all here, we've always been here, always will. )

[Public]

Any other musicians here?

[Locked to Sam A]

You've surprised me.

[After Shane closed his journal on Sam's message, he begrudgingly extracted himself from the couch he'd taken to sleeping in—the beds in the fucking mansion being way too fucking soft—and switched off the TV. His Sunday had been quiet, spent watching his telenovelas and not fucking worrying about Clementine and Graham, because he'd lose his goddamn mind, yeah?—Of course his zen shit would be disturbed by Joey. Who the fuck else?

It had been easy, in a cursory readthrough, to catch that Joey didn't fucking remember shit from before and that he was young. He didn't know how the fuck his brother thought Mug, who would've been, what? Maybe fucking six? Seven? could be writing and shit, but whatever, yeah? He just sighed and grabbed his lighter from the glass-top coffee table. Because what the fuck. First Sam, now Joey, and how many times were they going to have to explain this shit? He asked himself this stupid fucking question as he tugged on a white thermal shirt, a cold-weather vest, thrift and red, and a thick scarf. He tucked a cigarette behind his ear and with as little enthusiasm as possible, opened his door to the hotel hallway.

He sighed again as heavy boots dragged on time-threadbare carpet. He knew where the fucking Marvel shit was, and he wondered if he should say hi to Peaches, but he didn't have time to make any kind of decision, yeah? He spotted Sam, tiny thing as ever, made even fucking smaller in a plaid shirt way the fuck too big and jeans with the crotch dropped to the middle of her thighs.

Shane gave his sister a hug, and it was fucking warm, because he was a bastard, but he wasn't fucking cold.] Let's get this the fuck over with, yeah?

[Getting the hang of the journal slowly.]

What the fuck is a bud light Straw-ber-ita?

( Pack up and move out. )

[Public]

Where is she?

[Jack C]

Jack, I hear your city, the one you were trying to sell me on, is getting trashed. You okay out there?

[Ex-Woodbury: Amelia, Clem, Shane, Joey]

Any of you caught up in the Gotham/Marvel mess?

[Sam/Neil/Louis]

Check-in.

[Public]

the mobs ain't gonna keep this shit down?

[Marina S]

yeah bring the kid by. it ain't safe alone.

[Ford C]

stay inside.

[Sam A]

you got that real ugly brother nearby?

[Louis A/Joey A]

you two seen this shit?

[Tats anon]

still in Gotham?

[Tess A]

hey. you in Gotham? get your ass to [address.] Sam and me will pick you up.

He's back, she's gone. He's supposed to be dead how is he back?

[Group lock to Bruce Wayne, + Alexanders/ - Iris]
Dear Batman,

So, we stole some shit before we left your digs, yeah? Iris "vouched for us," but we're trashy, so, yeah, not her bad. It's like that scorpion and the frog thing, yeah? But we have a bunch of zombie ppl with us, and we just don't have any $.

Love,
Your In Laws & their life of crime

PS. Also, cool to know you're probably not a rapey fuck. Mad props!

[The day after her release from the hospital. Not that that's common knowledge. The hospital actually did a decent job of keeping it quiet.]

[Alexanders+]
I'm not certain who was there that night, but I know there was more than one person. So I wanted to say thank you to everyone. I really appreciate it. I don't know if I can ever repay the kindness, but I hope someday I can.

[Bruce W]
[...] Thank you.

[ETA #1, after this. Pressing hard enough to be fairly bold.] I took some things from the penthouse. I figured I should let you know.

[Hatter]
I'm alright. No more red. I'm sorry I didn't answer you sooner.


[Public, Very Anonymously]
[Printed as neatly as possible, which is tricky due to one of the cuts that runs from the inside of her right wrist over the round base of her thumb. The printing looks different than the easier, looser letters she uses to write to those she knows.]

I've seen other people do this here before, though I'm not sure how well it works.
I need a job. I don't have a lot of job experience, and I [...] am not able to interact with the public.
Typing? Filing? I know it's a long-shot, but I thought I'd try.
I'm also going to need a place to live eventually



ETA #2:
[Comments may or may not be replied to after this.]

Who: Alexanders+
What: Rescue Mission
Where: Wonderland -> Gotham Penthouse
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: Injuries. Blood.

She wasn't certain where she was. It was faded and blurred, lightheaded and cold. The too-familiar scent of pennies on the back of her throat. Lines of fire and ice on her skin. The world spun. Dirt and tea and pennies and pain.

The world skipped. Stopped. Stuttered. Eyelids blocking golden sun. She was cold again.

Voices, familiar and not. Skin slick and gritty when someone lifted her. It felt like half of her was left on the ground, too light to make a difference to anyone. She hadn't expected this. Things had been calm. Happy. At least for a little while.

The world moved, and she didn't know where. She didn't know who. The movement pulled forward the fire she was trying to ignore, and it was with gratitude that she slipped into the grey fog that was suddenly on her.

[Shortly after this. Three fingers of drippy, smudged scarlet across the page.]

[Sam got to the penthouse first, and the place was the kind of swank that made Neil's digs in Aria look fucking provincial. She was worried about seeing her ppl, but it shouldn't be so bad, yeah? None of them had seen her aged up but Lou, so the others would just think she was a little younger. But whatever, because Tessy hadn't freaked, and so maybe no one else would either.

She'd wandered through the place, counted all half-dozen guest rooms, and wondered why the fuck her insane sister had a mattress in the master bedroom closet. But whatever, because the place was awesome. She'd found a pendant in the master bedroom, some thing that probably cost like a 100k, and she was wearing it with a wifebeater and corduroy overalls in olive green. The gap from her teeth was missing, and it looked like she might have gotten a busted nose during her years in Arkham, but she was sitting on the kitchen counter, drinking one of Iris' five million packets of tea and swinging bright yellow Docs like life was just amazing.

The place was full of sleeping zombie survivors now, and if she got through this shit, then she'd be able to face Neil.]

[Locked to the Alexanders +Russ]
So, I didn't show. I didn't want to go Daniel's like blue in England. Like srsly blue. Once I get my shit together, we need to get Lin and go fix his crap.

Yeah, also, bitches are probably getting evicted from sleeping on my floor in 10 days or something. I haven't paid rent in months, and I got the notice when I tried to when I bailed.

Ok, and if shit is eating ppl, find someplace safe to crash.

ETA:
So, there's this like 100 story bldg called Wayne Tower. You can't fucking miss it, and I guess Iris is banging Batman, so we can use their sexpad, since they're kicking it in Italy. If there's a bar, we're not drinking everything on the first night.

Migrate your asses before you get eaten. The place probably has hella space, so leave the master for Iris and her sugardaddy.

[Locked to Damian W]
We haven't talked in like a billion fucking years, and I know you're probably busy with the cannibal, but can I get you to make like one phone call for me? It's important, or I wouldn't bother you.

[Call to Neil D]
[From the Penthouse. Ring.]

Who: Ella D and Joey A
What: It's not coffee.
When: Recently
Where: Gatsby
Warnings: These two do not need warnings.

( Inside, light was gas-flare low, the indolent buzz of people drinking, and playing cards, and having a good time, and feeling self-congratulatory that they were having a good time when others weren't )

[LOCKED to Callum Alexander]

You busying solving crimes and shit or you got time for your brother?

[During this.]

[Locked to Amelia T]
the fuck are you and the kid?

[Locked to Alexanders+]
we got out

[Locked to Maggie D]
okay?

ETA: [Locked to Joey A]
need you to find Cal