Doors

[Locked to Dylan M]
[When he doesn't check in here.]

There's beer outside your door.

[As Link. His penmanship isn't the best and the letters are slow to appear.]

... Hello? Is someone... there?

[Locked to Ella D]

Don't freak out, alright?

[Locked to Jack C, Bo D, Julian H, Chris J, Dylan M, Faol R, Preston R]
[Because it's easier than tracking everyone down in Davis' Club Med version of a safehouse.]

Rawlings has everyone's new aliases. When you get a chance, pick them up. Everyone has a name, a solid history, references, SSN and license. This doesn't mean we get sloppy. The falsified DNA worked, and they aren't looking for us, but don't make phone calls home, and don't go home. We stay here for now, even if it's just to sleep. Be careful. The journals are alright, as far as we can tell, but at least make sure your surname initial on public posts is different, in case anyone government is on here, alright? We have someone to fund our operation. If we're Charlie's Angels, then he's Charlie. Salaries should start coming in soon into the bank accounts assigned to the aliases. To keep collecting, we work. I'm hoping we'll get a tech person our way soon, too. In the meantime, everyone stay safe, and don't do anything stupid. If you think your family and friends can't keep their mouths shut, then don't tell them you're alive. Alright? If you need a pep talk, knock on Davis' door.

I have had nothing to do except work on potions, gather supplies, and wait. I'm not sure what I'm waiting for. I haven't seen Mum in some time, and everything is quiet. Calm before the storm?

[locked to max m.]

I know I'm 'officially' not supposed to know anything, but are you okay?

[Group CIA Comm from a new channel, one Bo set up separately]

beep beep

His voice is tired, it's been a long few days in his door, and he'd promised to go right back through but the incident has derailed him

So, we've had a bit of an incident. This is a closed channel, so speak freely. And check in. Read me your grocery list, call me mom, I don't care just chat a bit.

[Locked - Faol/Bo]

Can you walk the dog? Late night.

[Locked - Max/Bo]

Happy New Year, beautiful.

[Locked Comm - after Max asked to check on him - McKendrick/Bo]

What's your 20?

Many thanks to whoever was kind enough to gift me the cloak. It was much needed and much appreciated. I only wish I knew you, so I could return the favor.

[A few ink drops.] The offer of help stands to those who need it. Shelter is available to those lost in the drifts of snow, and those who simply need a change of scenery and are able to make the ill-advised trip. If you seek haven, please say so here, and we will figure out how to best manage it.

[Locked to Faust & Blue, separately]
Are you really here?

[Locked to Henry]
The necklace is beautiful, thank you.

Where are the village fires? The snow is thicker than ever it has been.

[Locked to Dylan M]

[After the tiara and galoshes.] Alright. Next weekend. Unless you changed your mind?

(even without a note, there’s only one person it could be)
[LOCKED: SNOW/FAUST]
You're back?


[LOCKED: SNOW/ROSE]
Charming is back.


[LOCKED: ANONYMOUS/TONY S]
Tarzan, do you have a minute?


(after getting these)
[LOCKED: SNOW/BLUE]
Look what the cat dragged in. Have you seen the office y

[Phone call: Max M]

Ring

[Secure line. Ring.]

[Public]

The fact that everyone takes these events in stride concerns me.

[Locked to Max M]

And here, I thought Las Vegas would be boring.

[Not long after he gets back to Vegas, Thursday morning (the wee-ish hours).]

[Max M]
[Via work email, as always. Short and sweet, not even a wayward "Sir".]

I'm back.


[Blake T]
[There's a delay from when the cursor glows to life and when he finally writes something.]

Tell me your Christmas was better than mine.

[Slipping back into "bad" habits of addressing her. Email.]

Sir,
Am I able to get leave for today through sometime Thursday? If I don't go home now, I never will.
-Jackson

[Group lock: Ella D, Jack C, Luke H, Dylan M, Lin A]
Everyone survive a second round of puberty?

[Group lock: Bo D, Preston R]
I got some leaked intel this morning that didn't come across my desk like it should have. I'm thinking it might not have come across yours, either.

[Public]

I think I'd prefer the war with the Adversary, thank you very much. Although running away with a mysterious girl on a train is precisely the type of thing I'd do at any age.

Prince Charming, at your service. Or rather at your service at a later date, as I could absolutely use a drink first.

[While taking shelter in her makeshift vine-and-wood structure, and just after this.]

[Public]
The snow can stop ANYTIME NOW!