Doors

I'm throwing a Boson Particle Party this weekend at the Bellagio. Two words: Open Bar.

I made the catastrophic mistake of going outside today. Not only did I note with horror that nearly twenty days had passed but also that July in Las Vegas is similar to July on the sun. A low of 90 is not really a low at all.

I'm buying a boat and driving it around on the lake (that miraculously lives in the middle of the desert).

Also. Hello again, world.

Meet Will, Will meet everyone else.

( Say hello )

Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter has to wait until next weekend. Boo.

If you see my pictures in the papers for getting into a fight, know that it's because this group of Italian assholes had it coming.

Go England.

[Early this morning]

[Text to Anton S]

it's hard for me to bring you breakfast in bed for father's day when you are not, in fact, in bed.

[testing 1, 2, 3...]

It's 98 degrees and 9 PM. So glad I decided to move to a desert.

[Iris disappears from Anton's condo for about two full days. She leaves a note for Anton and Nell that simply says "Gone to hotel." Her room is just as messy as it has been during the time she's been spending in bed, but there are also clothes tossed in front of the closet from where she attempted to find something to wear out of the house that covered the bruises and bite marks that are still fading from the night in the dark at the hotel.

As after his last extended absence, Alfred's return to the Manor is subtle while also being glaringly obvious. Things just seem better in the mansion, now that they're being taken care of again. Dust disappears, floors are cleaned, laundry is done (even Damian's socks), food supplies reappear in the refrigerator and freezer. Things down in the cave are shifted into spaces that make more organizational sense, everything necessary close at hand. There are updated files from comic books and movies on the new villainous types in the city, typed neatly with additional notes made in a large, messy, feminine hand. The notes are clinical, no sense of personality to them, simply stating facts from the new media that's been added. The rest of the files have been accessed as well, in a reading capacity only. He never encounters anyone face to face, but the Manor seems, all told, less empty.]

[to Bruce W.]
I apologize for the long absence, sir. We are working on striking a balance of time that will better suit everyone.


[to Damian W.]
Your new addition to the family is quite charming. Does it have a name? And once you answer that, perhaps you can tell me why you felt it necessary to take needless risks with life and limb?


[to Stephanie B.]
Miss Stephanie,
I apologize for not welcoming you upon your arrival. While I fear I am not the Alfred you have come to know in your own Gotham, please consider me at your service nonetheless. I have prepared a room for you in the Manor if you should wish or need to stay here, though please do not feel it to be an obligation.
Sincere regards,
A. Pennyworth


[to Jason T.]
Master Jason,
While I realize that events in your past have led you away from the Waynes and the Manor, if there is any way I may be of assistance during your time in Gotham, please do not hesitate to contact me.
Sincerely,
Alfred Pennyworth

[Public]

I am curious, has anyone else been given a second chance at life beyond the door?

[Locked: Arya/Nell, Jon/Raegan, Robb/Aubrey]

If it is not too much trouble for your others, I would request an evening together.

[Locked: Petyr Baelish]

Any word on my daughter?

Added after much consideration
[Locked: Catelyn Stark]

Catelyn.

[Locked to Maddie Kate R.]

Tell me the tabloids didn't get the scoop before I did, Maddie Kay. I will be ever so hurt.

[Her writing in these messages is sloppy and overly large. She's in bed (mid-afternoon) and not wearing her glasses or her contacts. Distinct lack of messages to anyone Bat-related on either side of the door.]

[Group-locked to both Anton and Nell.]
We're out of tea. I don't know where Sven is.


[To Sam]
Bad sister finally checking in on you.

Does temporarily moving back in with my dad at age 24 make me a cliché? I don't even have grad school as an excuse (although to be fair, my suite at the Bellagio did get crushed to bits). What say you, journalwebs of infinite knowledge?

[Locked to Maddie Kate R.]

I'm back in town. Got back right in time for the dragon chaos (woo timing). What else did I miss?

Hello Las Vegas. How about that heat? Sheesh.

Fuck it.

I'm throwing a party. I don't see the point in being a fucking stupid billionaire if I can't throw a party sometimes. What the hell, right? Seriously. We all need a break. Everybody can just chill and there can be some good music. Pretty basic concept but I've noticed that people seem mildly keyed up since monsters fucked up half the town and we all got dragged into a hide and go seek in the dark game with fucking nutbar crazy people.

So yeah. Party somewhere. Place yet to be decided. Give me some input. My apartment isn't big enough.

[Locked Raegan/Theo]

Do you need a ride? I'm still at Passages.

[Text: Kate R/Theo W]

Take the next 24 hours off at least.  No arguments.

[Public; Anonymous]

If you're handy with a razor, I hope you're alright.

[Locked Individually; Nell/Arya and Maren]

I hope you're alright.  Let me know, please.

[Anonymous/Jaime Lannister]

Did you survive?  Inquiring minds want to know.

[Nell M]

Remember about a year ago when you completely coerced me into agreeing that you are probably too old to be sent to your room?

I take it back.

[After this, once she's finally managed to get Gus back to sleep again, Finch curled close to him on the bed and Iris sitting in the chair in the corner. She has an assortment of bruises blooming on her skin, and just feels tired. She also has to admit that Selina's words did cut once she'd calmed down a bit herself. Having no idea who is in the city other than Bruce and Selina, she tries checking on everyone (else) she knows.]

[Louis and Sam/Christine]

Family check-in?


[Nell and Anton/Bruce B.]

Is everyone okay?


[Damian/Roger]

Selina and Bruce are here. Are you alright?

Dragons, winters and White Walkers. I am loving Las Vegas right now.

(( SPOILER ALERT for GoT fans who haven't read the books. God I think I should just copy/paste this every time. ))

[Public, as Hermione G]

I take back every time I wished for the castle to be empty.  It's quite odd.  I am, however, taking advantage of Madame Pince being otherwise occupied.  Harry? Ron? Any good familiar faces out there?

[Late afternoon the day after this. Similar to Nell's story on TMZ, an "anonymous source" leaked details about her hospital stay to various tabloid rags and gossip sites. A picture of her supposedly in the hospital restrained and drugged up is also making the rounds in the circuit. Still tired, she gets her hands on the journal via her agent. Her writing's not as legible as usual.]

[public]

they do say there's no such thing as bad press, right?

[locked to wren m., brielle g., alice h., and luke h.]

okay?

[locked to simon c.]

thank you.

[locked to adam w.]

they assigned me the cute, new resident today. you've got some competition.

[The morning after the Fear gas rescues, when a couple of photos of "Eleanor Monarch, protege to an Industrial Empire" running barefoot down the strip have surfaced on TMZ]

[Public]

What's the likelihood that I'm going to die from something I stepped on outside?

[Locked to Anton S.]

Yeah. So that wasn't what it looked like. Well, I guess that depends. What did it look like?

[Locked to Maddie Kate R]

I'm coming to see you as soon as they let me, but if you wake up first and see this call me okay?

[Locked to Luke H]

Is Wren okay? Are you?