Doors

[donovan lock]

Everyone is safe and sound, I hope?

[lin a]

Were you the life of the party?

[Sloppily written, rather than typed.]

[Public]
So is everyone alive or whatever?

[Locked to the Barber anon]
Better than last time or worse?

[Locked to Ashleigh D]

After this.

All right what's the story with Neil?



ADDED:
[Locked to Neil D]

What're you up to right now?

[locked to gabe r.]

You were right about the conniving. Also, do you drink? Because I could use a beer or ten.

[locked to ash d.]

How would you feel about moving?

After this unfolds: [Locked to Sam A]
I think Chloe must be the anti-Mr. Rogers. He is not about that life, you know. Plus I can't even imagine her lookin' stylin' in a cardi. [A pause.] You okay?

ETA: [Locked to Neil D]
So I hear you believe sometimes words out of Chloe's proverbial mouth are more than proverbially true.

[The moving men have been busy at the Aria the past two days. Furniture, boxes, appliances, everything needed for a new home in one of the Sky suites. And then hours later, the same men are removing the items, murmuring to themselves about people being fickle.]

I was excited about moving until I realised that all of these boxes would need to be dealt with. How I've acquired so much stuff is beyond me.

But the view is quite worth the hassle.

Sometimes, change isn't for the better, is it?

[Locked to Neil D]

My parents insisted that I come here. This was nothing done against you or yours.

I am sorry for this, but you know how my mother is. She does not take no for an answer and I don't have the energy to argue with her.

[Locked to Alexander M]

I've a hotel room until I can secure a new place to live. I stupidly ended the lease on my old place thinking this might work. Stupid Sam raising such a fuss.

[Locked to Donovans ; Ashleigh, Louis, Neil, Casey]

Just flew in. Surprise.



[Public, as Alaisdair D]

Pub suggestions for a bloke looking for a lager?

[Locked to Daniel W (& Lin A)]
Do you buy hotels to fuck with people? I mean, you're that kind of fucking rich, yeah?

[Left for Neil D]
[After this mess. The next morning, she finally manages to leave the room, once Neil and Ash are both out of the house. Left warming in the stove is a home-cooked meal. Rice and beans, broiled chicken, and plantains. She leaves when the maintenance people call to say they're coming to fix the window, and she leaves the note on the counter.]

Do you ever use the fucking kitchen? Going to the studio. See? Told you I would leave the room. Do you know if Ash is cool with me staying? She seemed pissed off or something? Is everything cool there?

[On the heels of this announcement.]

It's like Christmas came a little early. That combined with my guest lecture at UNLV being extended into a series, it's been a good handful of weeks.

[Group lock to Alexander M & Dolores C]

Mother and Father have come through again, it seems. I may be moving, and I'm sure both of you are welcome to as well. Alexander, you are allowed to live somewhere that isn't old and decrepit, if you please.

Sin City Roller Derby is having a bout on Saturday night at 8pm. First game with the girls, so get your ass over there.

If you need directions or more information, do let me know.

[As Hannibal L.]

[Another drawing, this time of the hunting lodge they sought refuge in. The drawing, of course, is missing the children.]

[Inside Neil's bedroom at Aria]
[After being locked in Neil's bedroom for two days and after - a) realizing she's too many stories up to be able to use the window to sneak away and b) trying to order something to take the edge off, only to not have it get past the front door and c) realizing she has no idea how to get up the courage to unlock the door - she loses it. Around three in the morning, and the only thing that can be heard in the room is pacing. Then, without warning, she kicks a chair over, and it's all downhill from there. There's a bang as a nightstand gets upended, and a thud as she knocks the bed off its frame, and a series of satisfying crashes as she slams a chair leg against the window over and over, until it shatters.]

[locked to spidey kids]

I'm alive. Who missed me? Aside from me, obviously.

[locked to neil d]

[After this.]

Heyyyyyyy. We don't know each other but I want to pass on a message to you. Awkward, but kind of important.

[lin a]

so we still haven't really spoken about How are you, now that the storms have died down?

[neil d]

I'm glad that you and Sam looked like you were having a good time at the carnival. [...] And thank you for talking me into attending.

[public]

It seems that quite a few storms have passed in the past few weeks. I would like to think that there will be no more, but I think this place has made a pessimist of me.