Doors

[Locked to Ivy]
[Once she makes it to the greenhouse.]

I don't smell dogs, Ivy. Let me guess, it has something to do with a certain clown being back in town?

[Public as The Joker]

Gee golly, no one told me that Arkham is offering crucifix massages now. I'm almost regretting not turning myself in.

[Right after this. A note, scribbled in black pen on a scrap of (post-consumer, recycled) red paper, with a black print in the corner (smooch!), is stuck to the front door of the greenhouse. The handwriting is bubbly and girlish, all loops and i's dotted with hearts. A cute, lil sticker holds it in place.]

red

had 2 go. took the babies with me. ur welcome to use any of my stuffed animals while i'm gone!! love n xoxoxoxo

♥ur girl♥
harl

ps pls don't hate me ok

[Not suspicious at all. Nailed it.]

[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?

[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: [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.]

[During this, and with a fair amount of real panic-typos that aren't for show.]

[Public]

Yeah right so Chloe says shes moving across the street with her fucking brother Alexander. Can we get a fcking restraining order against an entire psycho family? Are there any cops that can do anythng because this is fucked up. Shes sending links and talking about realtors.

[Public, Gotham & open to anyone with a comm/journal]

[Gotham's Peace Department falls first. And, let's face it, that doesn't take very long at all. Pheromones and handcuffs, and the little keepers of the peace are all trussed naked at their desks by 10:15 p.m. Their little squad cars are all flat and empty, and the phones ring and ring and no one can answer them.

Why? Good question.

Maybe it has something to do with Gotham Bank, and the fact that three women emptied it out, while leaving more naked cops in their trail? Or maybe it's the trussed up workers at the museum, the ones vowing their love to plants while some precious artifacts are gone, gone? Or maybe it's the three very, very wealthy Gotham families that just lost some very, very old jewels, and who are covered in hyena slobber?

Or, and this is the most likely, maybe it's the zoning office, where the plans for the demolition of one of Gotham's last natural habitats is being planned? After all, the place is going up into the Gotham night like fireworks.

And anyone who turns on the comms? They can hear three very familiar voices. The girls are broadcasting on all channels, and they're just getting started. Oh, and they're helpfully setting themselves to transcribe to the journals. They're sweet that way.]

[The day after this, when Robert begrudgingly lets her go.]

[Locked to "Em"/Death]
Let me guess, we're not sisters?

[Locked to Ivy and Harley]
Girls, please tell me you're both in the mood to cause some trouble.

[Locked to Graham R]
where were you yesterday fucking midday?

[Locked to Amelia T]
breathing, Picasso?

[Locked to Tess A]
stick with Sam, yeah?

[Much later in the day after this. Still from the hotel. She hasn't gone far - just to a dark little alcove.]

Things have changed.
I said I'd tell you.

[Private to Selina K.]

Riddle me this: Have you ever been to the greenhouse? This place is fascinating.

[Private to Harl and Pam]

I invited the kitty to stay. Is that alright? [Blink.] Also, I think I saw a man kill himself when I left to get snackies. He was standing across the street, walked into an alley and he just shot himself. Is that alarming? I feel like we should be alarmed.

That's Casey and Iris, now, behaving strangely. Casey is out of his mind enough that he's considering going back to drugs, and that can't be allowed to happen.

[LOCKED: TESS A/IRIS M]
Hey.

[Locked to Alexanders, -Iris]

Yeah, so, I was talking to Iris and I think she finally went fucking nuts. So, I have her address or whatever. Do we go over there? Do we tell someone? What the fuck do we do?

During this: [Locked to Poison Ivy]

red we gotta a PROBLEMMM

ETA: [Locked to Joker]
mr j?? ya there?

Beautiful day, isn't it?

[Donovans and Alexanders Group Lock]

Dare I ask what happened while I was gone?

[Lin A]

I received an interesting call from one of my neighbors while I was out of the country.

so I've got a bottle in front of me that could either knock me out or send me soaring, I'm taking bets. this is vegas, right? I've got a fifty-fifty of getting lucky.

with that and the killer kid working out in the back of my skull I'm five by five for crazy this month.

Is it considered cruel if you refuse to go through the door when they demand?