Doors

[Ella D.]

Hey baby. I know you're probably not gonna go back or anything, but I'm not at the club any more. Found some new place. So if you'd be looking for me, I'm not there.

[...] How's things?


[Dex M.]
[She has second thoughts about this one.]

So I was pretty sure I fucked that audition, and not in the good way, but guess who got a new job? Not at the fucking Vega, though. Unless you already knew that, Mister Vegas Gossip.

Anyone need baby things? Three months through a year. Some of it was really nice. Girl stuff. There's a bouncy chair. No one wants them, I'll take it all to Goodwill but I figured I'd ask here first. In case.

Another month of this two people one body and I'm going to run mad.

[James, Lily, Remus.]

What's for dinner?

[The handwriting from one Charlie G is composed of clean, sharpie marker lines. Very blue, and very straight.]

10.5.13

Not very nice.

$7.

Hat.

[Public]

Are we done? Do we get a pass and peaceful for a while now?

[Max M]

Thank you for helping with the rent. But I'm moving out and the place is cheap enough I can manage.

[Neil D]

Tell me your girl and you are doing fine.


[Michael K]

That generator hold out until it passed?

[Posted Anonymously.]

[Public]

[The sketches start midday, the day after the sand storms end. Little vignettes of corners on the street, filled with sand and dust. Piled up against a mailbox, sloping along the angles of stairways. A broom propped against a wall, a pile of dirt half-cleared from a doorway. A cigarette butt extinguished in the sand. Footprints in the dust. Each sketch has a swipe or two of colored pencil, and the later sketches have warmer colors to match the glow of the sun as it sets.]


[Ella D.]

[In the middle of the afternoon, in between the other sketches, but locked only to her. Wide swipes of colored pencil that make up waves of blonde hair, the soft line of her jaw and neck. At the bottom is the hint of a smaller head, equally blonde hair atop it, resting on the smooth curve of a shoulder. There are no faces, hidden by angles and hair, but it's obvious enough who it's supposed to be.]

[Public]

Kid ain't takin a step through that door no more. Keep asking him for some time off and he screams like a five year old every time I ask. Good thing I'd have to be some kind of desert walker to get to the hotel in the first place.

[Max M]

You're leaving again?

[With bad penmanship.]

What do you call 5 siths piled on top of a lightsaber?

[Public]

There any restaurants, maybe bars opening up around? The legit kind. Figured people who know about this would know the kind of places where they're going to go easy if a door goes funny.



( Sam A )

( Lin A )

( Michael K )

( Neil D )

[Locked to Ella]

Did you get your little girl back?

[Locked to Atwood]

Guess who turned in her two week notice tonight?

[Public]

Is anyone else listening to this Night Vale podcast?

[Public from Evangeline S]

After getting the message mentioned here

Written in very sensible penmanship, if not a bit heavy handed on some of the lines.


Can someone please take me into the fairy tale door?

[LOCKED to Ella D.]

Meet me at the McDonalds on Las Vegas Blvd. 2 PM.

There ought to be no running, no running at all but all the clocks are backwards and there must be running to keep them in place.

Who has un-ticked all the tocks?

[After speaking to Jack]

[Cerise]

She'll need diapers. And she was starting on walking but she wasn't good at it so watch for her, please. And she eats regular, if she don't eat nothing then she'll try oatmeal, and she likes apple. If she's crying some at night, it's probably a tooth and she's hurting. Loving on her some, that helps, but mostly she just wants to know you're there.

Bring her back soon. Keep her safe. Please?


[Luke H]

She's not dead. She's not home but she's not dead.


[Neil]

She's okay. She's safe somewhere, until he's gone. [...] You okay too, honey?


[Lin]

You doing any better?


[Sam]

Hey.

[Public]
[And drunkenly, because no way she would make a public post otherwise. Written messily.]

Suggestions for the best local bar for good beer at unemplyed level cheap? I'll even put up with shitty music and neon lights for a decnt .99¢ on tap.

Ella, I'm Jack, a friend of Max's. I know Cerise as well, the woman who has your daughter right now. I can tell you that she's safe, although I don't know where Cerise has her. She doesn't want to bring her back to Vegas right now because she's concerned Ian will just swoop in and snatch her up again.

[Max, Laura, Luke, Neil, Lin]

she's alive but she won't bring her home

[On the drive home from Henderson.]

Your daughter is fine.

[Post-Cat.]

[Locked to Max M]
Ignore him. Ignore the fucking fuck out of him. Jesus Christ.

[Locked to Neil D]
Girl, I need to forward Sam's shit from your fancy-ass place to her protection bro. You chill with that?

ETA: [Locked to Ella D]
Girl, I fucking outed you to your sister and I'm sorry.