Doors

[Eddie's outside of the Greenhouse sometime in the late morning. He's dressed in jeans, green chucks, a zip-up hoodie with a dino t-shirt underneath and a Knights baseball cap. He's still the short, adorable man he always was, but his shoulders are bigger and tattoos sneak out across his hands and above his collar. In one hand is a pink doughnut box and the other a tray carrying two coffee cups to-go. He gives a wary look at a nearby plant and then sets the food down so he can text Harley:]

Busy? I brought a peace offering.

[Public, minus Sam A]

We are done. No more murder. No more retaliation. We are not gangs, and this is not a war. People are dead because a girl couldn't take no for an answer when she changed her mind about who she loved and when. Well, the man she changed her mind over is likely to be dead by morning, and with the body and attempted murder count on the rise, I say, we are done. I won't seek revenge. No one will seek revenge. No one will speak or instigate with anyone, with the understanding that all that will come of it is the loss of more lives until no one is still left. I intend to protect what of my family is still here and still whole. I suggest you all turn your back and do the same, if not for yourselves, then for the people you care most for. If a single hair on the head of anyone in my family is harmed after today, I'll kill every one of you.

Now, walk away.

[Joey A, Tess A]

Where is Sam?

[Shane A]

Happy?

[In the hours following this, Louis receives a call from UMC. The caller, a doctor, identifies himself and informs Louis that Neil Donovan was admitted with multiple stab wounds, suffering from severe blood loss. Emergency surgery was performed to repair organ damage and Mr. Donovan is currently unconscious, being closely monitored in the ICU. The doctor also informs Louis that, while the surgery was successful, it's too early to tell if Mr. Donovan will pull through.]

[Public, after this]

A natural state, I'm sought by all.
Go without me, and you shall fall.
You do me when you spend,
and use me when you eat to no end.

[After this, and after looking for Sam with no success. En route to the hotel.]

[locked to shane a. & tess a.]

no luck finding your sister. i'll keep looking but i got something needs taking care of first.

[locked to shane a.]

what the hell?

[After this, and is that blood splatter on the page? Sure is.]

[Public]

[Calm as anything. Blood splat.] Jude's dead. We all done now?

( cut for violence )

[After Sam links him.]

[locked to cal h.]

You're the lawyer who was talking to Sam, right?

After this: [Text to Graham R]
need your help. check out whatever hit houses you know of near fucking Fremont, yeah? my sister's in one of them. tiny thing, you saw her on the news. drag her ass out. pay whoever for whatever and we'll figure it out fucking later. if you can't get a hold of me, try Tess A on the journals. she'll fucking take Sam. don't say shit to Neil Donovan. feed the cat. thanks

[Locked to Neil D]
Sam's not feeling safe. she's crashing with me.

[Text to Tess A]
leave that fucking casino. make up some excuse. Sam's gonna need you in a bit, yeah? Graham's gonna contact you. answer him and do as he fucking says.

ETA: [public]
your fucking vampire boyfriend, Alexander Murphy, is fucking his sister, Chloe Murphy, Ashleigh D. found that interesting. thought you might too.

ETA II: [Locked to Louis D, Neil D, & Tess A]
[All it is a link, forwarded from Clem's good deed.]

[Text Shane A]
[Broken up into 140-character bits. Sent immediately after this.]

hey hey do me a favor? i freaked the lawyer was saying shit and he said chloe and alexander that the cops might say to no to the order or whatever i freaked. supposed to meet tessy and neil and lin. fucked up. cant go home until im straight. cover? sorry shane sorry. was just scared yeah theyre not going to stop. cover for me? plz. dont want neil to know i fucked up.

[As Finnick O]

Let's do a poll. Favoured victor for this year's games?

(after unanswered locked posts to both)

[PUBLIC]
Has anyone seen or heard from Rose or Blue?

[Locked to Becky L]

[...] If I go quiet for a time, do not be concerned.

[Tuesday, around the time of a certain couple's momentary disappearance. Still from the abandoned office building, curled up on a torn and half-unstuffed couch, Muerte feels something shiver through Gotham. There's still enough of the supernatural left to her that she's sensitive to something going on. It turns her stomach for just a second, and she frowns as she looks toward the broken window, almost expecting to see something, but nothing's there.

Exactly a minute later it happens again, and the second time is worse. The city shudders around her and leaves her gasping and digging her fingers into the sad cushion underneath herself. It takes her a bit to recover from that one, and she looks toward the window again. More long minutes pass while she works up the energy to unfold from the couch and make her way over, peering out at the city through the glassless frame. The city is as quiet as it ever gets, no sirens or shouting in response to what felt (to her) like an earthquake. Fingers digging into the sill for a while, she finally makes her way back to the couch and her journal. Her name stubbornly remains Em when she writes, and it shows up public.]

Gotham, did anyone else feel that? Earthquake, maybe? [After a few replies that say no one else felt anything, she crosses it out, though it's still visible, as are the comments.]

Will this still work with him so quiet?

Anyone own horses?

[After this.]

[Getting to the zoo with the girls had been a little tiring, and she was hoping Dr. Banner would come through with a place to stay after, maybe some painkillers and something to take the edge off. But that was a concern for later. Just then, she was sitting atop the lion keeper's house, wondering what the zoo really looked like. She saw well-fed animals, and she saw grass that was so green it brightened up the Gotham night. The animals, slumbering in their enclosures, were healthy and hale. She wondered if that, too, was a lie. She was dressed in red and black, her cape lined with bright yellow (or so she thought), goggles atop her head and a whip low against her hips. And she wondered, not for the first time, if this was a very bad idea.]

[comm to eddie n.]

[While patrolling as Spoiler to get a feel for this Gotham again. Beeep beep beep.]

You know, dying sure makes you appreciate the good things in life. Like pizza.

[Ronan & Dallas]

We're totally going out tonight!

[After this and this.]

Do we have any legal basis for protection orders against them?