Doors

[Locked to Preston R]
[After a 13 hours of interrogation about the failed job, where they finally got around to misuse of a company asset that happened to end up dead during a certain kidnapping. Still locked away in a room in Langley, and with her comm noticeably non-functional.]

Why the fuck didn't you warn me?

[Locked to Jack C]
Reed have you on a leash yet?

[Still figuring Max is doing whatever "work thing" took her out of town, but needing to get this out somehow. After another unsuccessful try to get Ella off the couch, even to eat or shower.]

Really wish you were around right now. I've never had to be the big sister. Especially when something's gotten totally fucked up. I can't even get Ella to eat, no matter what things I try to bring home from the grocery store or restaurants. And I can't even be mad at her. Beth's been gone for too long, and the cops aren't giving her any sort of hope. I don't know what's going to happen if they come back with the worst.

I hope that wherever you are, things are going better.
I hope you come home back soon.

[Public]

I do not like this new Gotham. Mine doesn't karaoke anymore. What's even the point of having a fictional character in my head if he won't sing Kenny Loggins songs for a drunk, mildly annoyed public?

[Private to Max M.]

Did you locate the D? If not, there's some old, rambling country music stars coming into the studio later. I told them you're pretty and know what an armadillo is.

[Comm to Preston R]
[Entirely oblivious to everything going on with Ian/Ella and Beth. Post-extraction, from Langley, secure line. Beep.]

[After a long hiatus, the jagged zigzag of the Cat's so-called penmanship returns. The ink is thick and dark.]

The whispers do so deny me the pleasure of rapport, true as they are in their cruelty. Waxing and waning, saturnine, lunary and catamenial—quicksilver, the Moon changeth her nature. I must ask once and again. Twice and again. As it refers to preference, which is ideal, as a generalisation of the monstrous, generated of the putrefaction of the earth, the fork or the spoon?

[Locked to Luke H, Laura D]
I'm heading out, and I won't have access until I'm back in the states. I'll be in touch once I can. Stay safe.

[Locked to Preston R, Bo D]
I'm about to go dark. Checkpoint in 168 hours, @ 1400. I have green light for extraction only if McKendrick is still ticking.

[Locked to Daniel W, Lin A]
I'm heading out of town. Stay inside, and don't throw things at the detail, alright?

[Locked to Drake W]
[General coordinates for a town outside Vegas. The radius is wide enough that it's not a bulls-eye, but it's close enough that he can get there with some surveillance and legwork.]

During this: [Locked to Max M]

idk if you saw the shit just posted from Ian's journal, girl, but he [...] kidnapped my friend from a fucking locked ward in a mental hospital - he's taken her before and sexually assaulted her. Getting her back is, obvs, a priority. I'm filing a missing persons report. Does the dude have other aliases that you know of? Variants of 'Ian' aside.

Are we still not speaking?

[After the detail shows up.]

I'm asking you first about the new additions outside the townhouse. And I'm doing it with as little prying and judging as possible. Aren't you proud of me?

[Locked to Lin A]
[After this, while filing a very detailed complaint against Ian Russell with the head of the Better Business Bureau, where she includes a copy of the recent restraining order filed against him. She's assured it will be looked into immediately. She also sends a two-man CIA detail (paid out of her pocket) to the townhouse that Laura and Ella are staying at.] Is Ian still fucking with you, kid?

[Locked to Daniel W]
[During this.] Webster? You don't know me. I'm an acquaintance of Lin Alesi's.

[After this]

[Text: Max M]

you still here?

Do they often bring things with them? Maybe if you got say, Red Riding Hood's wolf, you get a hankering for blood and meat?

[Cerise]

Are You Was he talking about you?

[Lin]

Y'all doing okay?

[Max]

Good lu [Nothing written]

What do you do when you don't feel anything for anything anymore?

I'm overcome with the urge to steal some tarts.

[After quitting her old job and several days of meetings with financial advisors and high-end realtors. She's seen a number of shops around the Strip, and she's exhausted.] Remind me again why I thought it was a good idea to get the most infuriating man on the planet involved in my life. And why I thought it was a good idea to ask him for money and business advice.

[Call to Max Main]
[Ring, Ring.]

[Public as Atwood.]

The only churches that are worth visiting have neon signs and ice cream vendors for pastors.

[Locked to the Cheshire Cat]
Did you go back very far?

[locked to max m.]

Sorry for [...] not checking in sooner.

[locked to adam w.]

I know it's kind of late, but you get through the party okay?

[Locked to Preston R]
I think the General might have had me to kill two people in order to hide his statutory rape bastard from thirty years ago I gave someone your number as a contact if things went bad while I was out of town, HQ. I would have gone with Corvus or McKendrick, but they won't be here either. Corvus tells me Luke is under the weather, and it's not the kind of problem I can entrust to my sister.

[Call to Louis D]
Ring!

[Locked to Max M]
Ella said you know about Ian. Also that she (Ella) is your sister.