Rooms

[What Helena wanted to do was to go back to her lonely little apartment in Tokyo, throw the covers over her head, and stay there, cocooned away from the world at large. Doing that however, was one step closer to death and swansong and returning to that dark place wasn't an option. Thus, it was all about perpetual motion - in the hotel, out of the hotel, get the Tesseract out of Dragon Age where Solas had left it and find a new home for it, doors, doors, doors, talking on the journals, anything to keep from stopping until she fell into an exhausted heap on her own bed to sleep for three troubled hours before she was up again. Go. Go. Go.

This however was something she wanted to do. Marta, the baby Bean, maybe even Seven - it'd be good to see them without any major issues like ice cream shortages or toxins being released on the city. A good mystery always helped too, because something was up with Marta. Not sirens-going-off up with Marta, but a slow steady flailing of flags that teased at her brain.

She'd figure it out. Clad in jeans and a pink hoodie that was less the color of Pepto and more pale rose pink (white tank underneath; the whole thing reminded her of Kara), she walked up to the door of Seven's place, dogs heralding her presence and knocked.]

[Locked to "soft as down" anon.]

[Before this, but after this.

So modern. So hip. So contemporary.]

Are you disappointed in me?

[Seven]
[During this. She's holed up in the room she's been staying in on the first floor, door closed. She's mostly been sleeping the days away (except for Saturday, when she had Tommy take her to the nearest drug store to get a Father's Day card to give Seven on Sunday - from Bean). Devi is only sometimes allowed in the room, depending on Marta's mood.

Abrupt, and with no lead-in.]

I have a half-sister.


[Hels]
[It comes with no accompanying message: a photo of Seven, hair long and loose around his face, scruffy and in need of a shave, obviously asleep with his mouth open slightly. He's half-reclined into the corner of the couch, one sock-clad foot propped on the coffee table in front of him. He's at just the right angle for him to hold Bean on his chest, the angle of the photo just catching the chub of her cheek below a mess of dark hair. Seven's hand is wide and protective over her back. One of the dogs has climbed onto the couch next to Seven, had also been asleep with its head on his thigh, but the photo catches one sleepy eye cracking open to look at the camera.]

[Text to Ronan X]

I haven't heard from you since before the party.

[Marta F]
[Deep breath. Loooots of deep breathing.]

Hello?

[Public, anon.]

There was a boy in the park who heard a girl that no one else could. Thank you.

[She's home from the hospital and with time that allows her to backread the journal, which she hasn't done in a while. From her temporary room on the first floor of the house while she heals up a little more. So she sees that Ella is back, and she realizes she doesn't know very many other people. Helena is added even though she knows Seven probably already told her. On separate locks, but the same words.]

[Thor, Hels W, Ella M]
The baby is here. A little over a week now. It happened early but everything's fine now.


[Seven M.]
[...] There are bottles in the fridge.

[Public: After Marta yells at him, he yanks the public.]

[Sam A, Hels W: It's a fucking girl! The birth announcement comes with a picture of Bean in all of her pink-faced newborn glory, with her shock of downy black hair (Seven likes to sweep it up into a fauxhawk style whenever Marta's not looking) and green eyes like her father's.]

Sawyer Olivia Flores Morgan
born at 7:12 pm on 6 June 2015
6 lbs 2 oz

She's fucking perfect.

[Marta F: A wide, flat jewellery box is left on her pillow. Inside is a necklace in 16K white gold, with three small, blue stones: sapphire, alexandrite, and tanzanite. The first two are his and the baby's birthstones - but Marta doesn't actually know her birth month, so he chose the tanzanite for the month that they met.]

Who: Marta (guest cameos by sleeping Seven and Bean)
What: In the hospital
Where: Brooklyn Hospital Center (Marvel)
When: After the emergency c-section
Warnings/Rating: Post-delivery/maternal-related sads. Thoughts gone wonky.

( Her thoughts were still jumbled, but thinking about the baby caused so many of them to rush back on her all at once )

Who: Seven (ft. Bean + Marta)
What: In the hospital
Where: Brooklyn Hospital Center (Marvel)
When: After the emergency c-section
Warnings/Rating: Nada

( He leaned closer to the bed where Marta slept, glancing at her with the hope that she’d wake up so that they could share in this. And then she could pretend to be annoyed by Seven referring to their kid as a burrito, and he’d get to see her smile. )

[Public]

[As Ella M]

That hotel has the worst goddamn timing, like it plans around apocalypses.

[Group lock: Neil D, Marta F, Luke H, Dylan M, Max M, Joey A, Shane A]

Alive?

[Marta]

Seven told me you were okay, but I'm doing an independent check.

[Locked separately to Solas, Evelyn T and after some hesitation to Bruce W.]
[As Faust.]

Okay?

[Gwen S]
[As Hels.]

Statistical chances of survival?

Perhaps in our next dream, there will not be paint on the sheets.

[Phone call to Marta. The second that she picks up:]

For the love of god, tell me that you're fucking alright. Both of you.

[Liam, after hesitation]

You make it?

[Sam]

Honey?

[Helena]

No catastrophic vehicular accidents this time around, that's got to count as an improvement.

It may only be 63 degrees, but I don't care. Sun's out. Guns out.

Who: Helena, Marta, and Seven
What: Ice cream!
Where: Seven's place
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: Probably language.

Marta not responding to her was not, technically, an emergency. It was concerning, which was why she had her belt hidden beneath a black hoodie, and several knives tucked between her calves and boots. That was the cautious side; the one that said that she'd gotten distracted talking to Seven stopped to get six gallons of ice cream (because no one could really ever have enough) in the promised varieties of Mint Chocolate Chip, Rocky Road, Vanilla, Chocolate, Cake Batter and Cookies 'N Cream. She even grabbed two of those handy rolling ice chests to bring them rolling up to Seven's front door with (it beat trying to carry a bunch of bags full of ice cream). And though she could have taken a cab, or boosted a car like she had during Crane's whatever-the-fuck it was, she walked, head dipped back slightly to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

It was all assumption that Helena came here first. Marvel hadn't changed any since the last time she was here - at least that she could tell - and neither had the house. It was still massive, still gorgeous with clean lines of metal and glass with wood accents that kept it from looking entirely sterile. Still gated though and her old code didn't work. "Paranoid much, Seven?" She muttered before security came to speak with her. Maybe they remembered her from before, maybe Seven told them she was coming; either way a few minutes later she was heading up to the house. Setting one of the chests upright against the wall, she knocked her knuckles loudly on the door. "Ice cream delivery! Come and get your ice cream!" Then, quietly so as not to be heard through the door: "Please be home. I don't want to be dragging these two things everywhere."

[Text to Seven's phone]
ICECREAM


[Hels]
If Seven can't bring me ice cream, you might need to visit right now.


[Thor]
What sort of things do pregnant women crave in Asgard?

[All from Hels.]

[Flash T]

Hey cowboy.

[Marta F & Seven M]

Monthly check in. How's Bean? Are we up to a Kiwi now? A small Ted E. Bear?

["Poughkeepsie" (Ronan X Anon)]

Confirmation on two out of four.

[Just a first name lock, because he didn't ask if Elya knew her last name.]

So, hi. You don't know me, but I'm definitely not a serial killer. Which, I know what you're thinking, but a serial killer who was pretending not to be a serial killer would definitely be way more smooth than that.

[Ring.]

[Fuzzy timelines, shortly after this.]

[Avengers]

He let me go.

[Locked individually to: Marta F, Jane F, Evie S]

Are you well?

[Locked to Matryoshka Doll anon]

See? You did fine.

[Locked to Ronan X]

So, did you make a wish?

[Locked to Marta F, after much back and forth]

Hello?