Doors

[Locked to Lily E P]

I am sorry for the other day.

[Public]

What an interesting group of people we've seemed to have gathered. There are some, however, I could do without.

[As Bellatrix B.]

My dearest talking book,

I seem to have misplaced a number of things that I hope you can see returned to me. The list is as follows:

-My family
-Our home
-My intended betrothed
-My belongings
-My name, as it currently appears to be anathema to most with whom I have spoken

In exchange, I have received this thing [frustrated inkblotch] in my head that is beyond any measure of disgusting I had yet to experience in my life. I fear I must demand a solution for this immediately.

Most sincerely yours,
Bella

[Locked to Rachel K]

Thank you.

[Public]

Best over the counter to help with sleep? Insomnia is not near as fun as you might think it to be.

[As Addy G.]

I think collective obsessional behavior is the best explanation for what is going on here.

[From Lily P, whose quill work has no room for improvement.]

Finally.

[In black ink calligraphy. As Tom R.]

So peaceful. So quiet. The calm after the storm, is it not?

[Public]
[In shaky, girlish writing as Narcissa Black:]

Draco? L Lu Lucius?

[call to nicholas s., late evening.]

Riiing!

[As Severus S]

(The handwriting is a tight print, precise, tall extensions on the b's and d's and other such letters.)

This has got to be a joke. Another prank. School is over, boys. I'm sure you have better things to occupy your time with.

So, when do we get our all expenses paid pass to shut this shit off? I'm not interested in skipping town, but I want the fucking opt out package.

[Locked to Atwood]

Are you still interested in accompanying me on a case?

[Locked to Rachel K]

Is it normal to feel a bit of anxiety over this business of going through the door for the first time? Because I simply can't bring myself to do it.

I've taken a taxi to the hotel four different times, twice with the same driver, only to turn around and return home immediately without even getting out of the vehicle. I'm afraid I'm starting to get a reputation.

[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.

[A small flyer goes up at the hotel. Printed on white typing paper, it's made of simple type with little flourish. An advertisement for an opening at a recently opened shop in town. Simple bookkeeping, taking appointments, phone calls, and a small amount of sales. Interested parties are encouraged to call the number at the bottom for further details. Serious inquiries only.]

Journalwebs! Anonfolk! Lend me your ears! By which I mean please help me convince the big guy that having an entire video game based on yourself is insanely awesome, no matter how "not exactly right" they are in their interpretation of you. They got the scruffiness and the rumpled clothes and the enormousness right, and that's good enough. Nailing the grumpiness is just icing on the cake.

Anyway, the game I had mentioned all those months ago finally has a trailer! [A handscrawled url]

I'm starting to think that maybe having a fairy tale alter isn't so bad after all.

[Locked: Adam W]

[After her conversation with Connor]

Hey, big brother.

[After reading the journals for a number of days, seeing the varied responses and gauging his own first entry. The handwriting is tall and narrow with a heavy line in black ink.]

How long did it take for everyone to be assured that all of this wasn't simply something they were imagining or hallucinating?

[There's a pattern of lines and boxes, idle doodling as he thinks.]

It's strange writing to a piece of parchment and expecting a response. I keep pinching myself, but nothing's happened.