Rooms

[After making his way back into the city (thanks, hotel) and finding a damn shirt.]

[locked to shane a. & clem m.]

where'd you two end up?

[locked to penny r.]

hey. still okay if i stay with you?

[locked to evie s.]

hey, evie.

[locked to jake r.]

[...] hi.

[locked to wren h.]

[During this.]

I didn't know you wanted a job that wasn't frivolous or useless. Or that you were interested in police dispatch. Why didn't you say?

eta: [locked to shane a.]

[After some digging on the journals.] Hi, Shane. I don't know if you remember me, we met at Thanksgiving. I'm a friend of Evie's. Do you [...] have a second?

Who: Clementine Murphy, Graham Ross, & Shane Alexander
What: drinkin' moonshine at the end of the world
Where: The Walking Dead, an abandoned farmhouse
When: just after this
Warnings/Rating: TBD, but warning for language and generic zombie gore.

( It was a fucking jackpot. )

[From somewhere on the farmhouse property.]

[Locked to Clementine M + Graham R]
fucking jackpot, assholes

[After a second.]

it's not a door, but next best fucking thing.

ETA: [Locked to Marina S]
hey, Trouble

[Eddie N]

How are things?

[Wren H]

Hi. I didn't get to thank you for everything. Daisy is sitting here quite happily with peanut butter in her hair. She wants to call you and tell you her knock knock joke again after she's done eating.

[Group Lock: Graham R and Shane A]

Just checking in, I hope you're both hanging in there alright.

Who: Graham, Clem. (With Shane later)
What: Graham to the rescue~
Where: TWD.
When: Nowish.
Warnings/Rating: Probs violence, cursing, etc.

( Under the cut. )

[Locked to Graham R + Clementine M]
yeah, okay, we could use your fucking ass now, yeah? [He sketches a rough map from the prison. It's some townhouse above a pharmacy in a small town.] we're out of ammo and this place is fucking swamped as shit. Clementine's got a hurt fucking arm.

[Locked to Evie S]
you still at the house, Theda?

Who: Clementine & Shane & a chorus of walkers
What: Getting out of the prison (maybe)
Where: TWD
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Violence, gore, dead things. Oh, and Shane curses a lot.

Another night terrified, quaking with it, and being alone in this place was different than being with folks. Another morning came, and Clementine figured she was done for. Real cracked lips, she'd stopped counting on days without water, but she figured it at nearing three. Sleeping was something that wasn't happening regular neither. She was in the cell Graham and Shane had shared a year earlier, and she had the sheets off the bunks; she had them sheets strung up across the cell bars, tied high when she was trying to hide from Lore. Now, they blocked out the dead, but she could hear them plenty well. All crowded in like sinners in church on Sundays, and they rattled the bars as they rammed into them over and over, like getting at the meal inside was most important.

She'd tried some things to get them away, but none of them had worked real good. She'd tossed some of Shane's rations out at them, since lacking water meant she could only eat them dry. They'd scrambled some when she'd tossed the things out past the blankets, but they'd come on back quick enough, and she hadn't bothered again. No point, and she realized, sun up and another day, that she was going to die in this damn place. All alone, and not a point in any of it. She'd learned a lesson, sure, but that lesson was worthless here, and she thought it was all real unfair.

Good thing about being tired as she was, time slipped sometimes, and she wasn't real sure how much was dreaming and how much wasn't. Like just then, she was curled on the top bunk, a shimmery micro mini and a pink v-neck, her heels in the middle of the cell. She was dozing, on and off, and there were at least a few dozen things outside that cell. The courtyard, last she'd seen of it, was wide open, and walkers wandered thoughtless, like they always did. Inside the cell, she muttered as she dozed, names of folks she didn't think she would ever see again - Shane. Graham. Jake. Joy. And like anyone thinking the end was near, she replayed things in her mind and wished she could do things over different.

[Graham R]

Hi, Graham. Are you alright? I've been working in Gotham so I haven't seen you around. Shane either. Or at all really. I feel bad just sleeping on your couch, especially because I'm Shane's houseguest. I'd ask him if it was okay but he gets all pissy and whiny (and calls me pissy and whiny) when I ask if I've worn out my welcome. Am I wearing out my welcome? Is everything okay? Can I do anything to help with anything? I've got some money now. Not much but a little. I can babysit on Saturdays and Wednesdays. I can this Wednesday but I'd have to take her into the city, and I get if you wouldn't want that so just a heads up.

[Shane A]

Is everything ok? Hopefully you wished for warmer climates? Punta Cana? Kailua?

[Shane A]

Did it work?

[After this. He tries to track down Jake but, ultimately, loses him, and heads back home to shut himself up in his room with the baby.]

[locked to penny r. & clem m.]

talked to jake. didn't go real well. he ran off, and i figure one of you might be able to talk to him, make sure he's okay.

ETA: [locked to shane a.]

lore might if you around?

[Locked to Shane A]
[It takes a whole lot longer than an hour. Near a day.]

You there?

[April 26th, 2014, was exactly as Clem remembered, except for that woman Shane was wrapped all around; she'd forgotten all about her when she was wishing. And she had that watch 'round her neck, but she wasn't doing a thing with it yet. Figure if she didn't manage to change her wish in time, she might as well see this through. This post comes morning after the rain, after that first night and sneaking in a bunk bed while folks was sleeping. She keeps it real vague, in case it pings the Shane asleep up there, instead of the one out in 2015.]

[Locked to Shane A]
She back yet?

[Cupid tries, really tries, to get this right. Over the next week Luke, Wren, Jack, Shane, Graham, Clementine, Max, and Ella all get a good day - nothing excessive like winning the $500 million lottery, but Cupid's sense of proportion is off. Whatever would make them happy, whatever they would find memorable, however they would classify a 'good' day is taken to epic levels. Happy becomes happiest, memorable becomes unforgettable, good becomes great.

And on their day, they receive a card with the word Enjoy written in neat, angular writing.]

[When the wish is granted, it's not necessarily the wisher who gets the swift kick in the ass - though he's not without reassurance. The swift kick in the ass, its firm and tough. Almost familiar. Harder on Graham Ross, and definitely a kick in the ass. It's a tug on the hair of the pretty girl from the South. All tongue sticking out, and tugging on pigtails and one step back from a smack upside her pretty little head.

All metaphorical but it may as well not be for all its force.

Wishes come true, whenever they come for the two of them, for obvious reasons. And that's if they come, this wish granter doesn't know a thing about that. Not really. But there is work to be done on this end, and the best that can be done is a swift kick in the ass and a tug on the hair that reminds two people that home don't always have to make you happy but home always has to include everyone.

And sometimes home means coming back from whatever selfish thing that's out there for you and holding on tight to some chain smoking, trash talking, sass mouthed, surly bastard. Because sometimes home smells like an ashtray and irritates the shit outta everyone.

The kick in the ass is hard, the tug on the hair is too. But The pull to come back okay is even greater. But more than that is the understanding. Do what you gotta do. But you come back from it okay And soon.]

[Locked to Shane A]
What with your snow and Valentine's coming so close, best we postpone going out, sugar. Hear tell it's real bad over there, and you best be where you are, in case there's trouble. Not a whole lot of point anyway

You know the title of a song sung by June Carter and Carl Smith that might fit a situation we're in right about now?

[Public]

Making wishes is rough business!

[Shane A]

I'm going to Gotham City with Daisy for a night. Would it be alright if we kept staying with you and Graham when we got back?

I'm looking for a permanent solution, I can't go home anymore [...] I got evicted. That's only the second time I've said that out to anyone. [Deep breaths, Evie. Deep breaths.]

I don't think you'd pussyfoot around it if we had to go, but just - don't pussyfoot around it if we have to go, okay?

[Jack C]

How are you? I'm sorry I sassed at you. Are you staying warm enough?

[Max M]

Is Jack ok?

[Group Lock: Bruce W, Selina K, Jason T]

Hi guys, I don't know if you remember me. Evie Sablier? I'm a friend of Luke and Wren's?

I'm coming to Gotham to get seen at the East End Clinic, they treated an injury a bit ago that I want looked at again. [...] I couldn't pay last time, and I can't pay this time, I'm going to help them out answering phones the day of my appointment and the day after.

Can we stay over at your place, Mr. Wayne? Daisy and I? Just one night. I wouldn't be in the way, I can take the trains in and out of the city no problem.

And do you know anyone who might be willing to babysit? I'd take her with me, but I don't want her to catch a cold., or [...] herpes.

[Locked: Shane A]

Okay so the snow was a total accident, But if I melt it all at once it's going to be an even bigger mess, if Frozen were real Elsa would have flooded her entire Fjord Kingdom. But I'll handle it. And then I probably need to get out of here.

If any bad guys like, I don't know, Magneto or something come here looking for me because of the weird weather pattern thing shoot them in the face I don't care who it is. Thanks, I'm going to research Chinooks.

[Saint R]

Are you in Marvel buried in snow?

[Posted Anon To Spider-Lady From the News???]

Was everyone okay?

[Locked to Joey A, Shane A, Iris M, Russ C, Lin A, Daniel W, Cris M, Neil D, Casey D, Jack C, Saint R, Preston R]

Hey, so Lou is sick and has some fucked up magic thing going on that's been causing his insomnia or whatever. He's missing, and we need to get him back, but we don't know where he is. If anyone hears about weird shit in their door, or hears from him, or is willing to go help find him or whatever, holla? He needs to get medical attention. He can do some magic shit that puts ppl to sleep too, so don't let him touch you or whatever if he's acting weird.

If anyone finds him, return him to Neil.