Doors

Clown. I know you're here.

[Locked to River S]
Will your person in the desert walk you to my door? If so, Egypt, Friday. Unless there's something cursed about that day that the kitty cat doesn't know about.

[With the exodus of Ravenna from the Fairy Tale door, the darkness lifts and sunlight returns to the dead land. The land itself, however, does not mend. The Homeland remains black and barren, the trees cursed and twisted, and the ground hard and unyielding.]

[Locked to the Beast]
You didn't tell me you'd been talking to Draco Are you really letting him attempt to break the curse? My sister is coming early for our feast, and my brother just arrived. He fell in the walled garden and injured himself, so he can't leave until he's well again. I put him in the corner room of my wing.

[...] Has anything happened that I should know about?

[Locked to Faust]
I told Snow, brother, but you might want to speak to her. She's terrible at lies, and she gets all righteous when I ask her to fib. But she likes handsome men, and I told her that you're handsome, so she's coming, but you might want to win her over before she arrives.

[Public; as Mr Gold]

There now. Isn't that much better? Perhaps I'll take care of the land soon as well. Perhaps.

[Locked to Daniel W]

Is anybody out there? Can anyone hear me?

[The handwriting is different, neater than Thierry's normal scrawl, laid down with a heavy hand.]

I've heard it said that we're all much stronger than the rest of you. Perhaps it's time that more of us make this known, yes?

It is not safe to presume that keeping us from living by refusing to enter the hotel will stop anything. In fact, such presumptions are likely to be dangerous to your health if you continue to persue them. I would recommend another course of action, or simply giving in to the fact that, in the grand scheme of things, we are simply destined to be the stronger party. Resignation, when freely given instead of forced, can be a freeing thing, you realise.

[Batfamily+Catwoman]

[Posted as Red Hood.]

You want your things, you get them out of the manor in the next few days. It won't be there after that.

[Poison Ivy]

Not dead, or insane. If you're curious, and I don't know why you would be.

[Text to Will L]

Crackers and Pepto. Middle of the night chicken wings were as bad of an idea as you said they were. Betrayed by something I love. Sigh.