Second Chances: the Network

Unacceptable. I am needed in Gotham.

Grayson. Todd. They assured me you were here and then refused to let me leave. They are under the impression that I need a guardian.

[Richard and Jason]

Bring clothes when you collect me. I was in the middle of something.

It's kind of annoying to have to rebuy all my clothing when I get back.

But here we are again. I remember being here before, back in February, but I'm told I was here until just a few days ago.

That is missing from my memory.

Tony, do I need to send you a resume to get my job back?

[OOC: Please pretend that this is being posted a little after 12PM local time]

Monsieur Richter, while I am unfortunately very aware that you sometimes cannot manage your ability to rattle entire buildings off of their very foundations, I am asking you to please control yourself. Some of us are attempting to sleep.

Whooo else would like their nails painted? I only have sixty nails total between Dick, Quentin and Jason and I have run out of room LOL.

Thanks to my wish I have (almost) every color known to man!!!
🎈🍊🌼🧩🧵🟣🎀

Well damn, if I'd known the whole make a wish thing was for real, I would have put some thought into it.

[FILTER: DICK GRAYSON]

[a picture of a spread of traditional Mexican breakfast foods: huevos rancheros, chilaquiles, tamales, papas con chorizo, molletes, and topped off with pan dulce and café de olla]

Know anyone who might be willing to help me eat all this?

While having a piece of home is a comfort, I have decidedly mixed emotions about the gift I received this morning. Especially as the gift is an integral part of said home's structure and without it I hope the building hasn't collapsed.

Despite my loneliness, I'm glad I didn't receive cardboard standees of my family.

You know you've been repressing things when you walk into your kitchen, see a box that wasn't there before, think it's from your wacky roommate—only to then remember you don't have one anymore.

"You" is me, if that wasn't clear.

I never would have admitted this to his face, but I kind of miss the Doctor's clutter. And the person too. Remembering made me miss a lot of things, actually.

At least the cupcake was good.

Good news everyone! 🎉🥳🎉

The cupcake that showed up? Didn't kill ME. Didn't knock me out for days. It was pretty delicious, actually. Is today a holiday I don't know about? 🤔

(Did I do those right, Enid?)

Hey, heroes of San Fran, I'm hoping you can keep the city in one piece, since I'm borrowing two of your fellows (gn) for the weekend.

Incidentally, Happy Birthday, Jason!

Sorry.

ETA: Sorry!

ETA2: I am so fu freaking sorry.

I don't usually support super-capitalist too-big Amazon but same-day delivery is helpful. If anyone needs flashlights, electric candles, or batteries... hit up our apartment. If someone has a generator or something, we could probably get one or two refrigerators going and combine "spoileable" foods or something. IDK how long this will go on for but I DO plan ahead on occasion.

[ filtered; Quentin Coldwater ]

Speaking of planning head. Jason's birthday is on the 16th. Do you want to plan or want me to and drag you along for the ride? (You can't have him all to yourself the whole day but he can have the night off.)

My suit and it is light up qualities are useful. If anyone needs anything, I can get to you.

Morgan is a trooper. She is pretending she is a hero tasked with saving her stuffed animals from the storm.

How is everyone?

I may have imbibed a bit, but I could have sworn I just saw a bunch of deer on the street through my window. Because of course I did.

[Friends]

The last year of my twenties isn't off to a bad start at all. Thanks for coming and hanging out tonight. You all are the best!

Imagine that you're dying. You don't know how long you have — minutes, at best. What are your last words, if you could choose them? (For those of you who have died — hi, same — pick something else.)

FRIENDS OF QUENTIN COLDWATER

👨🏽❤️🎂🎉

📅2️⃣0️⃣

🕖7️⃣🌕

📍🦇🦇🏠

🍺🧁

Guys. I think Angie is trying to fatten us up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. I mean, she keeps feeding us.

Other people, because I didn't eat any of the chocolate or the fries. But, it seems weird. I know I can't be paranoid about everything, and I have absolutely taken candy from strangers, but it's hard to trust free food here.

Bonjour, petits mortels. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Lestat de Lioncourt.

It me semble seems to be that I have found myself gracing San Francisco with my presence against my will and I je ne suis pas sûr am not certain what to make of that, et je ne l'apprécie pas non plus.

J'étais pour la dernière fois à la Nouvelle-Orléans entourée par un violent ouragan et maintenant je suis ici.

What a strange evening it has been.

[OOC Note: All French dialogue can be translated if you hover over it.]

So, are we trusting the fry bar, or...?

At this point, you know what why not? This is fine. Everything is fine. At least nothing's bloody green. Or filled with spiders.


...if there's spiders please. No. Let me dream.

I'm making this PSA early: if you decide to do something stupid with fireworks, I will help you but I will also judge your choices. If you think my husband has a masterful RBF, wait until you see mine.