Doors

[The words appear in shades of blue and green.]

scotch tape pie
scotch tape pie
will somebody please get us a slice of scotch tape pie??

or perhaps you would prefer a tuba with a toupee?
a tube of crest in a birds nest?
an old navy denim vest?
wait a second
do you even need a vest,
or are you just trying to be ironic?

[Locked to the Murphy siblings]

[On the heels of this. The writing is messy, a quick scrawl with no real thought.]

I am not dealing with that girl any longer. I do not talk to her yet she insists upon taunting me every time I say a word, even when it's nothing to do with her.

I'm going to the hotel. I won't be back for a while.

At least it's supposed to get into the 60's today. That's a little better. I'm impatiently waiting for spring so I can resume digging up Chay's mammoth. This whole distance thing is fucked up. Utter fucking boredom. The crickets aren't even chirping because it's so cold. I need something else to do, but now watching Netflix seems like a good idea. I think I've gained 20 pounds in the last month when I was visiting my mom. What the hell happened?

[Locked to Shane A, Joey A, Lou D, Neil D]
Hey, so we kind of have a fucking problem, yeah? [And she scribbles the URL to this.] I don't know if he fucking means it or whatever, but seeing as that entire family is fucking nuts.

[Batfam and Wondy]

Kara is with me, she is safe. We're processing next steps.

I am truly truly sorry for what transpired and that I could not get to her sooner. Anything I can do to help rectify the damage that was done, you know I will.

[Bruce W/Clark K]

I'm going to be spending some time at Sanctuary - not my favorite location - but I think it is best just for the time being. We're going to be working on some alternative methods of stress relief.

Bruce, I am truthfully sorry for what happened in your city, you are my best friend - and I respect you. If you need us to leave, please feel free to be honest.

[Diana P]

Kara is with me.

[Public, anon]

I'm looking for whoever's got Superman.

[As Link. His penmanship isn't the best and the letters are slow to appear.]

... Hello? Is someone... there?

[Public as Bryce C.]

Ah, rich folk scandals. It's like I'm right back home on the ranch.

[Locked to Dylan M]
[When he doesn't check in here.]

There's beer outside your door.

[Locked Comm to Max M]

[After he's settled in his hotel room, and his kid is settled in bed, he can finally start to get to work. It's not as if he has much information to go on - but he's got enough. And he's looking forward to the surprise. He kicks his feet up onto the window sill and looks out over the strip. The first thing she'll hear is a beep, a throat clearing. A Boston accent and a very familiar voice comes next.]

A redheaded man walks into that dive bar over there on Prince street in Boston, and sits next to another redheaded man. New guy sits down and orders a Guinness, and the guy already at the bar turns to him. "I'm guessing from that accent you're from around here?" he asks, in the same accent.

"Of course!" the first guy says, and low and behold, just like any good mannered boy would do he says to the barkeep "Get this guy a Guinness, too."

They keep on talking for a little bit more, right? First guy says, "Lemme ask you, what street did you grow up on?" Second guy says back "St. Catherine Street. What about you?" First guy just cannot fuckin' believe it. He says "No fuckin' way. I grew up on St. Catherine Street!"

Second guy orders another round of drinks, this time Jameson - they're going for gold here. After they get their whiskey the first guy says again, "What school did you go to? Do not tell me you went to St. Joe's boys school." And the other guy, about to fall of his damn barstool punches the first guy in the arm and says "You're god damn right I went to St. Joe's." They toast to that, and order another couple of whiskeys.

Now these two guys, they're sitting there for quite a while right? They keep on talking and they find out they had the same teachers and knew the same neighborhood kids, they proceed to get louder and drunker until a guy way at the other end of the bar asks the barkeep, "What's up with those two?"

The barkeep shrugs and says, "It's the O'Shaughnessy twins, they're drunk again."

[Locked to Snow W]

Do you wanna build a Snow Man?







[ooc: obligatory.....]

[On Tuesday the press is leaked further developments on a story that had become buried and somewhat forgotten in the wake of the explosion. The 24 hour news cycle on that event is beginning to taper off, so press outlets jump at something escapist and juicy to spin out for a jumpy country.

Despite strict rules at LVPD to prevent further leaks, a small time blogger posts that the police have found a burner phone in a dumpster, and that it is believed to be the one that made the call from the big-time buyer in the 'Debutante Dealer' case, as it is being called. The kicker? The phone was found in a dumpster outside the absurdly wealthy Aria building.

Media speculation hums and buzzes. It seems to lend credence to the story the police were told, that the phone was found just yards from a luxury high rise. The police refuse to comment, stating only that they are following all leads.

By Wednesday morning, a major newspaper runs a spread on the building, highlighting its history of housing the super wealthy, and occasionally the extremely corrupt. No potential suspects are named, but the article does repeatedly mention the description of the woman in the surveillance video - Caucasian, dark haired. The piece ends with a quote from man who was passing by the building. "They'll have this chick in a week, tops."]