Doors

On a whim: [As Lin A.]
How does a mouse differ from a morning?

[Locked to Thea W]
So, when do I get my refund?

[Locked to Shailee T]
Okay, Shai. I admit it. I made a mistake.

[Call to January F, late Monday afternoon]

Ring!

[After digging relentlessly through entry after entry and only finding one Kellan, he figures what the hell and goes for it.]

Howdy, neighbor.

[As Knave of Hearts]

And wheresoever is the Queen?

[Maybe halfway through a bottle of wine. Maybe not.]

You don't call, you don't write. A guy could begin to develop some sort of complex, you know.

Let me inform you, demented etch-a-sketch, of something I want to tell every person who comes through my door.If you suspect that your wife, or husband, or girlfriend, or boyfriend, or any variation of romantic/sexual partner is cheating on you to the point where you end up hiring a PI, you've moved past suspicion. You know. If your gut is telling you something and you need to listen to it. It could be telling you that you're hungry. Could be telling you that the questionable taco you ate for lunch today really should have been questioned a bit more and you probably should have bypassed it for the burger instead. It could also be telling you that someone is up to no good. If it smells fishy, it probably is fishy.

You're welcome.

[Batcomm to Damian W and Jason T]
[Kryptonian babble, as she tries to integrate her translator with the comm.] Have either of you become frightened, or do you still wish to come and be bested?