Doors

I don't know the fucker sleeping on my couch. where's red's knife when you need it?

Hi, Evie. I know I keep asking you for favors but I kind of have another one, if you're not sick of me yet.

[Locked to "Love Soup" Cupid]

Pardon my tardiness, but I wanted to say thank you for your gifts. I am enjoying them all immensely.

[Locked to Severus S.]

I've several new brands of tea. Would you care to come by for a cup?

[Locked to Alice L]

How goes the war?

[Public]

Quidditch is much different than I remember it.

eddie what did you do??

[locked to eddie n.]

It's done.

[Without warning or fanfare, the snow storm disappears in the middle of the night. Though the weather is still cold and at the tail end of winter, the unyielding storm is nowhere to be found. Everything is as it was and should have always been.

The only lingering change is seen by keen eyes. What looks to be a house, made with walls of ice, stands up towards the highest peak in the mountains.]

Hiding is a skill you never quite forget.

I remember Sundays during school. Service in the mornings, and it was something I actually looked forward to. I've never considered myself to be someone who's particularly spiritual, but there was something about the peace I'd find there that was entrancing. Perhaps it's time to find a place here in town to go to.

[Locked to Jude M]

I told one of them what you said, and they want to talk peacekeeping.

[Sunday morning, the residents of Gotham City may notice that the water tastes a little different. Not bad, not in the slightest, and in fact, there are some that say that the water is the best water that they've ever had! Cheer starts to spread over Gotham, and even though winter hasn't quite left the city behind, there's promise and hope in the air. People are smiling, helping one another out, and for the first day in a long while, the police force finds themselves with very few calls to attend to.

A different day, a different time, and there may have been questions as to why things were feeling so different, but no one quite cares enough to question the good feelings sweeping over the city.

Nearby, at New Arkham Asylum, news issues forth about the good doctor Jonathan Crane and the improvements in the patients at the asylum. No questions about where Dr. Leland disappeared to, and those that are questioned seem to think that Dr. Crane has been watching over New Arkham for some time.

It's a good day to be in Gotham City, and the good that's already come forth is only a taste of what's to come.]