Doors

[After this.]

[Locked to Isaac C]
So I would talk to Lou, but he might lose his shit I don't know where anything stands with Neil, so I can't talk to him about Hey, Zee. Got a sec? Promise not to need rescuing this time around. Just some advice.

[He doesn't sign his name to it, and it comes anon, as that's the way Zee has sent most of his messages so it's habit now. It's a small drawing that has an angular, almost abstract style to it, but is very obviously a gas station along the side of a flat road. There's a giant chicken standing out front and next to it, too small to have any detail, two small people, one taller than the other. It looks like a drawn version of a tourist photo from middle America. Down at the very bottom corner, where a signature would most likely go, is a quick scribble of letters: You okay still, H?]

[testing 1, 2, 3...]

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

[The contents of this post get deleted after a very fitful night's sleep, though the post itself remains, blank.]

[After this got really ugly.]

[Public]
"Part of me just wants to make your nightmares come true by paying her a visit." Yeah? You sick fucking bastard. Fine. Put your money where your dick is. Or do your balls shrivel up when someone calls you out?

I am seeking an individual who brutally assaulted a young woman in the kitchen of the hotel when everyone was there in the dark a week ago.

Ring any bells?

[Locked to Sam A.]

I've let you be for a few days, just like I promised you. You gonna give me an update and reassure me you're still walking around being feisty?

[Locked to Hunter]
[He's seen the name "Hunter" floating around, and he isn't so naive to think that it's a common name, especially not with the last initial. It takes a good deal of thinking about it, but he finally writes, his name coming through at Zee C.]

H, that you?


[Locked to Neil and Liam, since he's already talked to Sam. Anonymous.]
Pleased to meet you and thanks for helping out my girl Meg. Everyone back to what counts as normal?

[Posted Anonymously]

I'm looking for someone. From the kitchens at the hotel.

[Posted anonymous a few hours after dawn. He's seen her reply to Loki, so he takes a chance.]

Clinic fix you up right, girl?

[Locked to the Phantom peoples]

Check in. Does anyone need any help?

[Locked to Nick P]

Did you survive?

[Locked to Gypsy P.]

Are we still on for dinner and drinks?

Let me know.

-L

[Locked to Elias M and Sherlock Holmes]
So, I'm covering all bases. Are you alive, or do I get your art collection?

[Group lock to Louis D and Iris R]
[Before she sees the Loki post.] This isn't sisterly concern or anything, but did you two make it out ok?

[Group lock to the Phantom crew]
Neil and I are alive. How about the rest of you bitches?

[Posted a good two or three hours after the Masquerade ended.]

Does someone want to explain to me how the Passages are supposed to work? Or would someone like to go on about how the Phantom door was swinging. Did I miss the memo or something?

[Girlish, loopy and almost painstaking until halfway down where she gives up the pretense - where it gets more messy]

Dear Diary,
Today I was once again struck by how very ridiculous the stage can be. I'm not used to actually singing in dresses showing ninety percent of my breasts. Costume designers should remember that we're going to end up topless unless they do their job right. The public would love that, but the few kiddies might get traumatized. That is if they weren't already by the Phantom. In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came - to come and stalk me, all of the way...

Signs I'm getting ridiculous: even Meg is laughing. Whose bright idea was it to send journals? This is usually meant to be a private event. And what's with Passages actually being something other then the crappy shack for dares?