Doors

[From the lab, after the news breaks. In a supremely hasty hand.]

[Locked to Daniel W]
hey. Need you to call me

[Locked to Neil D & Louis D]
[After several inky starts.] What happened??

[Locked to Aaron T]
Talk?

[Call to Wren H.]

[he's gotten the phone number from obvious sources]

RINGRINGRINGRING

[Locked to Donovans]

What the fuck is happening. What hospital is she at?




[Locked to Aubrey R]

What are you doing?



[EDIT: Locked to Casey]

Hey, Clem asked me to tell you that she can't meet up. She said you two shared Doorside people and you were supposed to meet, but she thought it was a bad idea now.

[Batfam+, guess who isn't wearing a communicator]

I do not know how being sad is supposed to be.

But there is something happening and there should be more than just me.

[Locked to Bo D]

We need to get Main vibrators. Or a Thunder Down Under stripper. Something. She's starting to look like an affronted Queen of the feline variety.

[Locked individually to Gwen S, Billy K, and Seven/Gambit]
[From 'JR S']

Claws is fine. She'll be back soon.

[Text to Neil D]

[After hearing the news and seeing it all over the television.]

Let me know how she is when you're able. And let me know if I can do anything.

[Locked to the Murphy family.]

[After seeing the news of Sam surviving the attempt.]

This isn't going like we planned it.

what the fuck happened to Sam?!

[Much later in the day. If writing can be tired, hers is. A small group lock, aiming for the people she hopes don't flat-out hate her.]

Is anyone allowed to tell me anything?

[After her first reply from Lin, she tries to be brave and adds Louis and Shane to the group lock.]

[While waiting at the hospital.]

What did they ask you?

[After this. (She only knows of Luke and Matt being around here, but the lock is generic enough than any PO can see it.)]

The young woman in the news, Samantha Alexander, she has a journal. Much of her kin too, Alexanders and Donovans. The Murphys, the family with whom this purported feud is ongoing, they do too. Things written here are inadmissible as evidence, of course, but there are entries upon entries of public threats against Samantha and her family archived for perusal. Is there a way to construe them as some sort of forum?

The alleged suspect, Iris Morgenstern, has no alibi, but I believe she was at the hotel at the time of the shooting. I'm going to reach out to her here, where it cannot be tracked to find out.

We need a way to make sense of this.

ETA: [Locked to Iris M]
Hello, Ms. Morgenstern. I'm Lieutenant Jennifer Simms of the LVPD. This is off the record, completely, but I'd like to ask you some questions about your sister's shooting.

[Locked to Alexander M]

I can't do this any longer. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me.

[Jenny S]

hey. you heard about this shit on the news?

[Locked to all non-Louis/Neil Donovans.]
So, you don't know me, necessarily, but I'm a friend of Sam's. Hi. I'm Lin. I like [...] lettuce. Not the time, Lin I have a request, if I might. [...] I know blood's running hot, tempers high, and all that, and I know capital-R Revenge is, in some select people's eyes, the only true way to achieve capital-J Justice, but, uh, any of you mind legit not letting the Hatfields and McCoys go down again in capital-H History? So over it Last time Sam was fucked with, I had to disarm Louis, yeah? I just gave him his gun back, like, literally just. Because I'm a fucking idiot.

Right now, as far as I can tell, he's taking this new news very poorly. He's angry. He's definitely unstable. Just [...]

What I'm trying to ask is: can somebody please sit on him and not let him leave? Occupy him or something so he doesn't do something supremely stupid? Please? I'll