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Apr. 9th, 2015


[info]genome

Louis D, Russ C, Neil D, Cris M

[Locked to Louis D]
I'm fine. I have my own place, and I'm ok. Stop worrying, pls, yeah?

[Locked to Russ C]
Sorry for showing up like that at the museum. Not fucking cool of me.

[Locked to Neil D]
Hey. Sorry, yk, for everything.

[Locked to Cris M]
¿Me estás evitando?

Mar. 30th, 2015


[info]published

[Sam, Lin, Dylan, Russ.]

I'm going on a trip. It's okay to call me names about it. I don't think I am any help to any of you here, though.

Which door do I go through if I want to see my parents?

[info]greasemonkey

Marvel: Russ & Sam

Who: Russ C & Sam A
What: Art.
When: Recently.
Warnings: Both swear a lot.

The air was early-spring cool but the sun in Marvel New York was brighter than Gotham's silty haze, smog-filtered sunshine wasn't the same as the light winking off Stark's behemoth of steel and blue glass. New York was buzzing this close to the break, little kids herded in sugar-sweet pastel coats and joggers clotting the streets like blood pumping through arteries, relentless and purposeful pace. Newspapers flapped, caught like wingless birds in stuttered gutters clumped with trash and drowning in rain. The city was caught between seasons, and the wind ruffled the overlong blond that met the turned-up collar of Russ's jacket, bit as far as it could past flannel. Russ wasn't running. He didn't have a sticky hand in his, an upturned face asking 'why?' The kid was safe, or at least, he'd been reassured by the bounding energy and the electric-watt smile when Nathan came to the door when he'd dropped off a missing but much-loved video-game, that Nathan was as close to safe as he could risk. There were no protracted arguments, no doors slammed. Russ had melted away from Marina's apartment like the vestiges of snow in city New York; like he'd never been there at all. Weekends, they were now planned. Calendar reminders, shifts booked off work. Nathan was now a holiday, instead of the main event.

Ford was gone too, or so quiet, he was barely there at all. That shit was getting to be habit, people churning through the doors, the hotel locking some of them one by one. But this - New York, another door on a different hallway to the one Gotham lived in that was grime caked into the doorframe's wood so deep it couldn't be removed - this wasn't an empty apartment with a blue painted room and it wasn't nowhere near the bar the guys went off-shift that was so familiar it could have been home. Wasn't anyplace he recognized, and Russ dragged in a lungful of city air along with his smoke, the cigarette ashing down to glowing stub between his fingertips.

MOMA was an imposing hulk at his back, glass and black and he didn't know shit about art but what he'd clicked around to read, trying to find something that wasn't paintings of dead people from centuries ago that no one gave a shit about. MOMA had looked weird, and like the shit in the galleries maybe meant something to people still living, and Russ figured that was better.

He wasn't nothing but himself. Jeans a little too dirty at the knees to be anything but yesterday's work clothes, the thick flannel collar of his shirt turned up against the worn-soft leather of the coat that stretched across his shoulders. New York might be different, but Russ figured until the door slammed on him, he wasn't changing much. The lighter snapped between his fingers; the sprawl on the public bench over weathered wood didn't shift, even if he tracked the passing of strangers with lazy interest in blue eyes.

Mar. 22nd, 2015


[info]greasemonkey

Russ: narrative

Who: Russ C
What: Custody agreements
When: Recently
Where: Gotham

They hadn’t brought in Nathan. He didn’t want them to, not even if something sharp twisted under his breastbone at the thought of what Nathan would say. )

[info]genome

Russ C, Louis D, Neil D

[Around 4 am, just after this, and while still in Gotham.]

[Locked to Russ C]
Hey, baby. Sorry. Shit got complicated.

[Locked to Louis D]
I tried to get Liam to where you are, but things got screwed up. He said you're friends or whatever.

[Locked to Neil D]
Awake or whatever?

Mar. 7th, 2015


[info]greasemonkey

Louis D, Blake T, Sam A, Marina S, Daniel W, Max M

[After Gotham returns to normal and after the healthful necklace drops away from Nathan while he's playing.]

[Louis D]

I ain't even gonna pretend this ain't checking in.

[Blake T]

hey, kid. how's the house?

[Sam A]

hey Goldilocks.

[Marina S]

[After much stopping, starting and deliberation and consultation with lawyers.] supervised visitation. three hours. and it's gotta be early enough he can make his play-date. but I won't make you wait the fuck until court, yeah?

[Daniel W]

still sober?

[Max M]

how's the gut instinct?

Feb. 26th, 2015


[info]greasemonkey

Graham R

[Graham R]

[After this]

hey. Graham.

Feb. 25th, 2015


[info]redheels

russ c.

I'd like to see Nathan.

[info]climbtheladder

ezra moves to the big city

[Public]
[The journal can't figure out his name, so for now it's Ezra (Zach) B.]

Holy crap, that's Stark Tower.

[Private to Jules B.]

New York is scary and dirty and I hate it.

Feb. 23rd, 2015


[info]greasemonkey

Sam A +Ford C + Ellie K

[All three at once]

checking in, that wish shit didn't go to shit.

Feb. 20th, 2015


[info]published

[Public.]

This place is nice, but they said I should go now.

Feb. 17th, 2015


[info]roomsdesires

Max M

[Max M]

So did it work out OK in the end?

Feb. 14th, 2015


[info]roomsdesires

Wish: Ellie K - affecting Ford C & Russ C

[Ellie wanted her brothers to each have one thing they wanted, and her anon supplies, as best he can.

Ford is easy-ish. A billion dollars, put up in Gotham National Bank, clean money, with the appropriate paperwork all in place, all under the boy's name. With that much money, whenever he wants to go in and withdraw or anything else, he'll be given the royal treatment, ingratiating bankers, tea, a private room, anything he asks for. And it's all his to do with as he pleases, invest it all or gamble it away down to the last penny.

Russ asked for two things, and in the end, he could only have one. Whatever wishes to come or already granted regarding the man's son, Nathan, are nullified, cancelled out completely, a sort of magical "buffer" protecting the kid from any of the horrible plot twists the hotel likes so much.

Whenever it's all done, Ellie might feel a sense of completion, but that's all.]

[info]roomsdesires

Wish: Russ C - affecting Sam A

[Russ wished Sam a wish, he wished her wish would come true.

So she forgets. Sam A forgets. She has no recollection, no memories, no latent muscle-memory fears of the man named Micah Callaghan. She remembers she wished someone away, but not why. She remembers, in a hazy, blackout way, the conversations about the wish - maybe not specifics, but emotions she felt, etc., and she remembers everything else she knew before and after. It's just as if Micah never existed for her. Whether she remembers things that happened, the actions, and simply not the person who did them or whether she forgets everything altogether, only she can say.

That's all there is. There's nothing to notify Russ of anything that happened. The man's memory is unaffected, his addition of wanting to forget making the wish two-pronged, and the hotel wouldn't give him that. He could only have one thing he wanted, so Sam got what she wanted.

Things carry on as they always have.]

Feb. 11th, 2015


[info]downpour

[so very public]

[Public]

Is anyone else having second thoughts about what they've wished for?

[info]greasemonkey

Sam A

hey.

Feb. 8th, 2015


[info]redheels

Russ C.

[LOCKED to Russ C.]

Want to make sure we're not crossing our wishes. What did you wish for?

[info]roomsdesires

Russ C

[Russ C]
[After this.]

Okay, she made her wish. Now you need to wish it for her.

[info]greasemonkey

Blake T, Joey A, Neil D, Sam A, Ford C + Ellie K

[Blake T]

I hear you got a house-guest who's a pain in the ass.

[Joey A]

you want that job, there's something set up with the owner Monday.

[Neil D]

hey. sorry I couldn't help with your brother. let me know how he is, yeah?

[Sam A]

hey, Pomegranate.

[Ford C/Ellie K]

both of you safe?

Feb. 6th, 2015


[info]roomsdesires

Russ C, Ford C

[Russ C]
Someone's gifting you an extra wish for something you want.

[Ford C]
Someone's gifting you an extra wish for something you want.

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