Doors

I'm looking for the angel who lost her wings.

[When the sun rises, all guests at the party feel the compulsion to return to where they began. They leave the ship and and they return to their doors and homes, leaving behind the versions of themselves that they became for the evening. Every memory remains of the night, and physical aches linger, though injuries fade with the sunrise and the dead live once more.

In each attendant's journal, one word sheds light on the events of the evening:]

Uninhibited.

So that was a hotel party, huh?

I know you all were just dying to check under my loincloth.

[Private to Selina K.]

Meow, kitty cat. I'm checking in a week late.

[Private to Stephanie B.]

Next year we have to do matching costumes.

[Handwriting so shaky that it's unrecognizable.]

I have a question.


[Public]
[After talking to Remus.]

[...] Paper wings?

[text to wren h.]

Please tell me Hey?

[locked to jack c. & max m., separately.]

You probably know what I'm going to ask. Unless you got lucky, and last night was nothing out of the ordinary.

Lestat, I'd ask for your phone number but I'm still planning on superseding science(??) and mystery doors and marrying Thor.

But you've got great hair.

[Thor]

Don't be alarmed ;)

I'm looking for a lady, dressed in blue armor and a dress, who probably doesn't want to talk to me, but I need to tell her something.

[Public]

A few questions.

1. What's a jaeger?
2. What the fuck was that?
3. I need a drink.
4. I know that's not a question.
5. Stop being the question police.

[Sloppily written, rather than typed.]

[Public]
So is everyone alive or whatever?

[Locked to the Barber anon]
Better than last time or worse?

[donovan lock]

Everyone is safe and sound, I hope?

[lin a]

Were you the life of the party?