Musings

( text to D. Pendragon )

( locked to D. Hockney )

[Once things calm down, she hopes]

[Isolated to Robin]
Are you okay?

Yeah, how the fuck am I going to get to sound check tonight with all those guys camping outside with cameras? The only back-up the lounge has for piano is that weird Chinese girl and she gets all flustered whenever someone makes the mistake of talking to her. She needs to go back to playing malls and department stores instead of butchering Billy Joel.

[text to l. henry]

Dude, you okay? I just saw the article and holy shit Bathos is mobbed. Not as bad as your place, but dude. This is insanity.

[Locked to H Radcliffe]
Little one, I am disappointed. No progress with Nightwing, and no advance warning about your employment with the possible Bat?

[Isolated Comm Message to Cipher, left the next morning after the Comm Fight, Conversation with Roger, and Calming Down.]

I apologize for becoming frustrated with you last night. I was not aware that Mr. Brandon had recently had a baby. I was under the impression that he only had an adoptive teenage son. My lack of knowledge is no excuse for being unable to speak rationally. It is clear that we hold different views on how to balance being a Mask and being a person, and it is also clear that you are much closer to the situation than I am. I apologize for any undue stress I may have caused.

Locked to E. Pride
[after the article]

I'm officially afraid to ever leave the apartment again. I didn't know what was going on, and I just went to take some trash downstairs and...

Reporters are scary! They're grabby. And I nearly punched one. And I'm not even involved in any of this!

Just in case no one's told you, don't come here right now. Ugh.

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Locked to R. Finnegan
[after talking to Eli]

Mister Finnegan. Is there something you're not telling me?

[Tuesday. Late evening. To her private line.]

Ring ring!

[Without even waiting for him to say hello.] Thomas, someone just tried to shoot Orin Monarch while he was delivering his speech at his press conference. He's fine, but the shot hit a paparazzi and killed him. He beat the guy into a bloody pulp and they just dragged him off to the police station. I'm going down to the station. I don't know how long it will take for his lawyers to get down here - if you could get here faster and post bail, I expect he'd pay you back. But the sooner he gets out of there, the better.

Who else wants to move? First zombies, now this. I'm beginning to think it might be best to never leave my apartment again.

[After the shooting outside Monarch Industries, Hayley goes to Orin's office and roots around until she finds contact information for his fiancee and cousins. Since she's sure a phone call will only be ignored, she takes a three-prong approach: text messages to their cell phones, messages to their e-mail addresses, and forum posts.]

[ Messages: V. Anna, R. Morgenstern, A. Morgenstern ]
[The messages are identical, sent separately to their respective cell phones, forum accounts, and e-mail accounts.]

My name is Hayley Radcliffe and I'm a secretary in the lab at Monarch Industries. Orin just gave his speech, and it was interrupted by a shooter. Orin is fine but he's been taken away by the police for attacking the shooter. I know you haven't met me, but I've worked with Orin long enough to consider him a friend. Things might not be safe for you right now, so if you need any help, please let me know. I can help you with bail, if you'd rather not risk going to the police station while everyone is insane. My number is [NUMBER] and I'll keep my phone on.

[Text to B. Sablier]

Don't come home yet. Apparently we're under siege.

[Text to S. Djaevelen]

I was going to come visit you. I will be late now.

[Text to H. Radcliffe]

Where are you???

[From jail]

[Call to A Morgenstern]
Ring