Doors

[Public]

Thanks for the couch.


[Locked to Marvel Door]

Anyone willing to help me get it to the lab?

That's a hell of a dress, Valentine.

[ETA: Locked to Shane A]

Real unhappy Cupid.

My in-tray looks like a dumping ground and all my plants are dead. This feels like a distinctly eery metaphor for something.

My friends, I know there are many questions about what Loki said, but we have another task before us.

Rumblings of battle in the nine realms, how intriguing. Care to elaborate, brother? Have you told your friends just yet?

[Locked to Jack C]
Someone's out asking after your last wants. Got anything you want me to tell them? I don't know what you're liable to get, otherwise.

[Locked to Preston R, after not hearing from him for a long time]
This is a welfare check.

[Locked to Russ C]
News on your girl?

[Locked to the LVPD]
Where are we at?

[Locked to Kara Z]
You still running from me?

ETA: [Locked away from Murphys/Donovans/Alexanders]
[As "Melissa L"]

Looking for any information any Doors-side who once resided in the mind of any member of the Murphy family might be willing to provide. Thank you.

[Locked to Natasha R]

Just coffee?

[Abby K]

Okay, I have to ask. Where would you wear this?

[As Colin K]

If you could pick a door and a person, who would it be?



[Locked to Abby]

This thing turned nuts pretty fast.


[Locked to Aran]

Hi.

I'm looking for a running partner. Anyone interested? I have a route that I run, anywhere between 3 to 5 miles, depending on the day.

[As Bruce B]

We need a rule where whoever is on that side of the door understands to never go through angry. In my case especially.

[LVPD Lock]

So we've reached a new level of clusterfuck.

Henry, you've been here the longest. What's your read on these people? Considering they all apparently have these damn journals.

[Public]
I don't think Vegas has enough Starbucks for Mondays yet.

[Locked to Matt O, viewable by Jenny S]
Any chance yet on grabbing the case file? Maybe one of us can get assigned it.

And did you see the news about the hospital? I think we should see about getting a uniformed stationed on her door if we can. Just to be safe.

[Locked to Connor B]
Saw you offered your computer expertise. Think you can get into the hospital's system so we know the moment she wakes up?

[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.

[Tryst C]

How quickly it goes that sympathy for the poor little martyr can turn into hate for the coward. And here I thought myself so charitable.

[Partway into the conversation with Tryst, he goes back and makes it private.]

[Public]

Oh, is there a version of Rosetta Stone for cajun french?

[Public, Marvel]
[After this.]

Why are they spiders? Peter is The spiderbots can be caught and disassembled easily. They don't appear hostile, and they don't cause any tangible harm when apprehended. They seem to be surveillance devices, though I don't know enough about robotics to ascertain who they're relaying data to. Their sheer number is, however, disconcerting.

I love retail therapy.

[Texts to Jenny Simms]

» Running a little late
» Cover for me?
» I'll buy lunch

[As Oliver Q]

I'm starting to wonder if there's something wrong with me that Vegas changes almost as regularly as my clothing.

As Natasha R

Took her long enough. When I requested some R&R, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind.