Doors

[Comm to Dylan M]

[Around 3 am. She's nowhere near the safehouse, and she is so unbelievably drunk. Beep.]

[Safe House of the Walking Not-Dead]

So. We had a little bit of a hiccup. That's putting it lightly, but that's what I do to try and ease the tension.

Corvus is in the hospital, stable for now, things are shit. But we're muddling through.

Did anyone else receive any Valentine Gifts from the hotel we ought to be looking at and/or worried about?

If anyone wants to talk, I'm around.

This situation ain't ideal, kids, I know it. We're all going stir crazy, and things like this only add to it - I'm around if anyone needs anything.

[In the nice, familiar, I-am-SO-DRUNK-handwriting lean.]

I find the ineffability of God to be extremely worrisome. Given a subjective opinion, He either has an equally ineffable sense of humor, or none at all.

[Locked to Faol R, Chris J, Julian H, Preston R, Bo D, Dylan M, Jack C, Gwen D, Kyle W]

We have new people incoming. West has great shoulders and an impressionable daughter. Dailey's a redhead, but she'll fry your motherboard if you try anything with her. In summation, no more bouncing on anyone's dick in the kitchen.

I have no idea if they're on here, but trying them on the lock anyway.

One more week of quiet. Enjoy it. It looks like we have something coming down the pike for February.

I thought the morning shift was clear of drunks. They just want to sleep more.

[Dylan M]

You can't be dead. Max isn't.

[Luke H]

Max told me.

[Joey A]

How are the baked goods?

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

There's beer outside your door.

[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.

[Dylan M.]

You're going to tell me this whole thing is not real.

[public; as haley k]

So, being one of the new kids around here, I figure I should probably introduce myself. Unless this is like high school where the teacher makes you talk about yourself and no one actually cares about what the geeky girl in glasses is talking about. Which is probably the case, actually. But I've come too far to go back now. Sooo I'll just keep going on the off-chance that someone is actually reading.

I'm Haley Kenealy. I'm 28 and I'm a video game designer. I'd been living out in California for the last ten years, but just got transferred to Vegas for my work. My great loves include video games, surfing tumblr, marathoning TV shows on netflix, chinese takeout, reading buzzfeed, and watching cute animal videos on you tube. If you like talking about Sci-Fi, Fantasy, gaming, or pop-culture in general, I'm your girl.

Also I have another person living in my brain. So there's that. What's up, Las Vegas?

[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?

[Public, as Amelia T]


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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?

[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.

[Locked to Jack C, Ella D, Lin A, Dylan M]

I'm ordering a bird for Thursday, if anyone wants food, beer and a place to watch the game. If anyone wants to cook something, there's a perfectly good oven that's never been turned on. +1s welcome. There's plenty of space and less chance of Ella and I fighting with more people around.

Does anyone know how to sew? Its an emergency.

[Locked to Preston R]
HQ, do you take bribes if they're approved by Davis?

[Locked to Dylan M]
[After deleting it about three times.] Freelancing these days, McKendrick?

[Text to Julian H]
Settled in?

[Delivered to Dylan M]

[This is sent the afternoon of this, before the dust, and before she stands Dylan up at the carnival that evening. But the weather delays the delivery of the letter until days later, on Tuesday, once she's already been out of the country for nearly a week.]

Dylan,

I don't write letters, but I thought you deserved one. They say the weather's about to get bad, and I don't want to miss my window for Dhaka, so I'm flying out in a few minutes.

In case I don't make it back, I did want to go to dinner with you. That's all. I just wanted to say that.

Max

[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?

[Call to Dylan M]

[The day they're supposed to meet at the carnival. Ring.]