Doors

[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?

Knowing how tedious Mondays can be, I've decided to grace all of your screens/pages/yeah, whatever with my presence as a distraction. Today we will be liveblogging one of my favorite browser games.

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Ready? Here we go.

[Phone call]

Ring.

[After this.]

Don't cry for me Argentina Vegas
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

I guess if anywhere could make Mardis Gras even more gay than usual, it'd be Australia. What do you pack, though? Suggestions? The Club Med travel agent was seriously unhelpful.

[LOCKED to Isobel H]

PACK EVERY PIECE OF SEQUIN YOU OWN!

[Briar Rose]

A boyfriend pillow? Really?

I'm not sure I can afford an old piano. Or a new piano.

[After this. Left for whenever a certain Scotsman decides to show his face through this side of the door.]

What the hell were you thinking, Donovan?

[After some thought, tentative attempt at a lock to Lin A.]

What I Please d [Nothing sent after all, but the crossed-out lines are visible.]

[As Bruce B]

We need a rule where whoever is on that side of the door understands to never go through angry. In my case especially.

[Locked to Donovans]

What the fuck is happening. What hospital is she at?




[Locked to Aubrey R]

What are you doing?



[EDIT: Locked to Casey]

Hey, Clem asked me to tell you that she can't meet up. She said you two shared Doorside people and you were supposed to meet, but she thought it was a bad idea now.

[Written in a sloppy and slanted hand. Ink stains on the page.]

What the fuck is going on?

[ posted in the wee hours, when he is 'asleep' ]

I set forth in a new valley many mornings ago. Gone is my King, my Queen and my honor. Where once I saw three pillars divided, now I recognise a Trinity as true as the Lord God. To disobey one is to disobey All -- and I have obeyed so little. Like the warrior whose waking dreams I walk as a shadow, I am debauched. New faces pass me and I see no kindness. I am lost in this new wood. Lady of the Lake, guide me once more. Lord above, I pray to you above all. Even Gods we have forsaken in turning to the Bride of Christ - light a way, light a way, I beg of thee. My blood remembers your ways, now help me find my own. Those little folk that hear my prayers, doubt not your place to answer them. Help me, A lost man.

[Public]

Do I get extra brownie points for taking online quizzes about Disney princes and getting the one result that doesn't piss off my chick upstairs? (Spoilers, she's big on true love and I'm going to suffer endlessly for the fact that I fight boredom with the methods of a teenaged girl.)

[Call: Dair D]

Ring.

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

[Locked to Ash D]

Flowers and now extravagant gifts? That's definitely moved from "casual friend."



[Public]

It's official, I'm bored enough to go back to work. Las Vegas Fire Department here I come.

[Scrawled in his neat, slanted writing are three phone numbers, one each for the private concierge of Bartolotta, Mizumi, and Lakeside Seafood at the Wynn. If he calls and gives his name as it appears on the journals, he'll be offered the chef's tables on a moment's notice.]

These ones are my favourites. Trust me, the food is better than any show you'll find on the Strip.

[In her only slightly improved hand.] The cold has settled in bones. The sky is polished, violently clear. If any poor soul lacks shelter from winter's spite, I have leased a room in the inn in the village on the dead forest's edge. Though it is smallish, the room, with walls that cant together and one straw-stuffed mattress, it is clean and warm, and open to any who need it or desire it.

I am armed here with a recipe for a fire-warmed chocolate drink, extra quilts, and several beautiful texts, all of which are offered to any and all as well.

Did someone misplace their philosophy professor? He spent twenty minutes maundering to the concierge about Sartre and now he's passed out on the eleventh floor.

I hate when they get head starts on the holidays.

[Ashleigh D]

I was on my way out but I saw the rose. Got a new admirer, Ash?



[Public]

So, shows here, worth it or not? There's some water show here at the Wynn, but I can't say I've been to a lot of shows.

Does anyone know how to sew? Its an emergency.

[Public]

When it gets to the point that I have to floss the sand out of my teeth after having a goddamn cigarette, it's time to consider alternate real-estate options.

[Dylan M]

I figured out the perfect solution to your whole unemployment situation. Ready for this?