Musings

[Sent Tuesday evening, after a day of resting restlessly.]

Hey Bat? [He pauses.] I know I'm probably not on the list to go to your next birthday party, but I've got something you'll want to be clued in on.

[Locked to T Brandon]
I know we have not spoken in some time, and you are very busy, but I require un favor, and I could not think of who else to ask who would not insist on coming with me.

[Locked to D Wallace]
Estoy - I am worried.

Okay, Seattle, would you care to let summer come, finally? It's the summer solstice, and fog is all over the city. What the actual hell. Is it too hard to ask for a little normalcy in this city? (I know I bitch about being bored, but I'd rather be bored and be able to actually leave my damn apartment.)

[locked to aaron abrams]
You were looking kinda down when I passed by you this morning. Everything alright?

[locked to spider-man]
I saw that video. It made me literally sick That was some beating. Are you okay?

[Phone call to G. Dailey]
Ring, Ring.

[locked to D. Hockney]

I trust you survived the party in one piece?


[A note to Arc, stuck to the door of Aubade 505 again.]

You produced the best joint I have smoked in a while. Is it possible that you could send a neighbourly present this time by finding a way to stop this ridiculous fog? -Sophie

There's so much activity on this forum, it's hard to keep up. But if I'm ever going to get out of the house...

Is everyone doing alright in the fog?

So, I'm looking for Rome? Not the city, the person, in case there were any doubts as to my intelligence I do know where Rome is, thank you very much..

Anyways. This fog? Can go away right now. I can barely make it to work without nearly killing myself by bumping into everything and tripping over everything. Seriously, Seattle. Your weather needs to calm the hell down.

( The Seattle Times: Cat Burglar Leaves Her Mark )

So what are we to expect next? Hail? Perhaps a monsoon or a wave of locust.

[Message left on the Bat's comm, around 4 am, the time she knows he's generally getting home and getting Amanda out of the master bed and into her crib.]

Hey, looks like I won't make it home tonight after all. Chief has us all out on assignments, and I'm riding around Rainier with some paramedics. Don't worry, they have good fog lights, and you aren't getting rid of me that easy. [Pause, as she tries to figure out how to say what she wants to say.] I talked to Luke. [Another pause.] He feels like shit. [Sigh.] He's afraid to tell us when he screws up, Brandon, and that means he's afraid to loop us in on shit before he screws up. [Tentatively.] He just doesn't want to disappoint you, and he second guesses himself. [Even more tentatively.] Maybe work on decision making exercises? We spent a full six months on those in the military. [Deep breath.] Okay, if you're still listening and not fuming, give Amanda a kiss for me. I'll try to be home tonight. Stay safe, or I'll kick your ass.