Doors

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

I am lucky. LUCKY! I don't know how that happened, but I am off to travel, and he won't tell me other than I need a passport, which is possibly the coolest thing ever. I need to pack, finish expediting the passport, which means they need to hurry the fuck up. We have a plane to catch. For real. How is this real, says the guy who was just stuck in New York and Middle Earth, which was pretty cool.

Seriously, I'm renouncing my solo club days. I'm keeping my guitars, like always, but no need to get ripped every night. I mean, a little peyote is sweet. Combine it with a bottle of something, and we have a party.

I do need a passport, and a camera, and did anyone know digging for things is really cool?

I'm done babbling now. Did everyone survive the whole door switch thing?

[Public]

Starting to think I'm in an abusive relationship with this hotel. Is there a three timer club I can join or what?

[Locked to January F]
We got to do something about Tobe, Jan, assuming you're still talking to me after I went all kinds of insane.

[Not addressed.]

I think you're here, and I'm not giving you your change back.

[...]

March, you and River okay?

[march h]

Hey there. How's the brain?

[andrew p]

You slide on over alright?

[public]

Christ yes. This calls for a celebration. I'm renting out the Opium Room at Tao. Lots of booze, bring your friends. If nothing gets broken, no one got trashed enough.

[Locked to March H]

You're okay, right?

[Locked to Jan F]

Sorry about everything.

[Locked to Sam A]

Contacting you, as promised.

[Locked to Sunny W]

So, on a scale from 1-10, how bad was it for you?

[There's nothing truly memorable about the teenage girl that had breakfast with her brother at Jimmy's. Nothing save for the wide-eyed look she gave every single person that came into her line of vision. Nothing save for the fact that she borrowed her brother's pen to scratch out all the existing prices on the menu and change them, based on cost of ingredients, to increase profit margin. But, after the pair leave, there's a note left behind on a napkin.]

[Note left for Helena]

The boy behind the counter called you Helena.
Helena of Constantinople was the mother of Roman Emperor Constantine.
The pancakes should be cooked 2.3 seconds longer.
My name is River.
Based on the names of the people you've spoken to, I'm assuming you're from a Door.
The probability of Damian + Helena + Stephanie + Dick + Bruce being mentioned in the same conversation without it being related to a comic is negligible.
(I've read 15 comics, 5 books and 2 screenplays while I've been here. It's research.)
Hello.

I fucking hate everything. This has been the worst couple of fucking weeks in recent fucking memory. Everyone having a good time can go fuck themselves.

...ta-da.

It's all very sparkly and so on here but I ain't real comfy with a job half-done and not a one of you come out of the woodwork. Capt'n, you got a rendezvous for those of us that want to get found?

Can't say I've seen ladies with feathers on their heads in all the verses I've been across. Maybe the feathers is supposed to distract from all the naked they have going on.

[as Jean V]

People claim that their lives are difficult, but they cannot imagine how hard things could be had they lived in a different time. This is not said to trivialize the difficulties people experience, but it is hard to reconcile this world with the one which I am used to.

Also. I very much miss the dark. Are people allergic to it, here? Is that why there are so many of these electric lights?

[As October F]

I'm quite ready for things to go back to normal.

[Serenity Crew/Alters]

Seein as how it don't look like we're gettin outta this mess anytime real quick - I aim to step through that door in about five minutes and when the pretty boy gets there there's work to be done.

I miss my friends, my job, my hospital. My good dreams.

When do I get back what is mine?

[Public]

Simon, they won't let me in, but why doesn't anyone realize that card counting while at the blackjack table is the only way you can get a long term, statistical advantage over a casino?

He didn't tell me it would hurt this bad. It has to abate. It has to. Right?

Who's still on my boat that ought not be? And who on my crew is in Las Vegas?

[Calendar Lock]

Check in and let me know that you're both safe.

[Locked to Winnie O]

Did the crazy bite you too?

[Locked to Aiden S]

Any chance you can reassure me that this might be a bad dream?

[Public]

I'm guessing this is a widespread issue, isn't it?

I've got a Lemmy looking for a Lars?

[For your reference, drummer codenames.]

[Locked to the Calendar Sibs]

[In the hours after he's home from the outpatient procedure, still a bit on the drugged side. The handwriting is a messy scrawl, made worse by the left-handed nature of it.]

So.

Did I tell you.

That Hansel is gone?

You shouldnt buy me stuff.