Musings

Anyone have the name of a good dentist?


Preferably one that isn't so fucking chatty.

[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.

[After reading the paper, and after security is forced to lock Monarch's front doors for security reasons. Will, he knows, is gone, but he finds a note on his desk indicating anything specifically damning isn't on the premises, and he makes a note to give the damn man a raise when he gets back.]

[Group email to A Main and H Radcliffe]
Will's on vacation, or I'd have him send this out. I'm not the damn Bat. Stay clear of the doors and make sure the guards escort you out of the building after work. I got a new guard starting tomorrow that should help with matters.

[Group text to V Anna, W Cooper-Delaney, R Morgenstern and A Morgenstern]
I'm suing for libel. Stay home for the day, if you can. A, don't damn argue with me.

[C. Callahan]

[After tendering her resignation the week previous, which amounted to saying, 'Goodbye Joe, I'm getting married.']

Does the stage miss me, darling?

[R. Morgenstern & W. Cooper-Delaney]

Willow, you were planning on being in the wedding, I hope? Please let me know if [...] you'd prefer not.

Themes for the wedding. I was thinking in terms of colors, like a purple--lavender flowers? Irises? White lace? Help!

[Public]

One, or two?

[After this is published.]

Mr Morgenstern, we're all aware of your bid for public office. Do you honestly intend to make incorporating the reprehensible masks your campaign slogan? You'll forgive me for being blunt, but that almost sounds like some sort of registration you'd enforce, should the fine people of this city choose to elect you.

Or am I misreading you?

[voice mail to o. monarch]
[These arrive around four in the morning, the morning following the Arbor Party. He doesn't wait for the phone to finish ringing, just sends his calls straight to voice mail. Voice mail the first.]

I'd ask what the hell you were thinking, but it's pretty clear you weren't. [There is a strangled sound of immense irritation, and the phone goes dead.]

[Voice mail the second.] You're an idiot, Orin. An absolute idiot. Do you realize the ramifications this will have? [He hangs up again.]

[Voice mail the third, arriving on the heels of the second.] If that was for any of the goddamn masks, you're twice the fool. You owe them nothing, not your reputation or your sanity. There are better ways to create a goddamn diversion that snorting crack! [The clattering sound followed by static is him breaking his personal phone. Not his brightest of moments.]

[Voice mail the fourth, some time later, from his work phone. He is considerably calmer.] Daryl has suggested I'm overreacting. For that, I apologize. You would never be so stupid as to do drugs at something like that, if at all. Therefore, I must conclude your actions had a deliberate purpose. To that end, I remain of the belief you did it for the masks and I stand by my assertion that there are many better ways to create a diversion without acting like a crackhead. Start a fight over Val next time - your face is pretty enough that if it were beaten, the media would pay attention. [He is quiet for a moment.] You owe Ro an apology. I will begin doing damage control.

[locked to r. morgenstern]
Open this to the family at your own peril, Ro. I want to know what the hell was going on that O thought looking like a crack addict was a good plan.

Locked to O. Monarch
[after reading about the whole coke incident]

What happened? Is everything okay?

Locked to V. Anna
[shortly after]

Hi Valerie. I'm Willow, Orin's kid.

I just wanted to check in and make sure you're okay right now.

Locked to R. Morgenstern
[After she wakes up the next morning]
Hi Rowan. This is Willow. I think we were supposed to meet for lunch on Monday?

I don't think Orin's going to be feeling up for it. Should we reschedule? Or I can still meet you somewhere if that's better?

[LOCKED: R. MORGENSTERN/O. MONARCH/V. ANNA/A. MORGENSTERN]
Okay. So. How come during all the talks about Seattle and how awesome it is, no one ever mentioned how WEIRD it is?

Hi Valerie! Welcome to the family filter!

[Monday afternoon]

So [...] are anyone's abilities being affected by this feelings shit?

[TEXT: ROWAN/ADAM]
At court waiting for my hearing. BORED. Meeting O’s fiancée. EXCITED. How’s work?

[Backdated to Saturday morning, the day after this phone call.]

[A link to these pictures in all their blurry glory.]

We should do that again sometime.

[Ring, at a reasonable hour the day following the blackout.]

(backdated to Tuesday, during her morning commute)

[CALL: ROWAN/KAYLA]
Ring, ring

(identical, separate)
[TEXT: ROWAN/ADAM, ROWAN/ORRIE]
Got into an accident. Need mechanic recs. Go.

ring

(After this)
[LOCKED: R. MORGENSTERN/A. MORGENSTERN]
A BABY BUMP?!

[locked to O. Monarch and R. Morgenstern]
I'm back from the Caymans, and I'm sure you'll both be glad to know that neither Daryl nor I got married while we were there.

[locked to J. Corvus]
How well does your masked friend know all the other masks in the city?

[TEXT: ROWAN/ORRIE]
ORIN MONARCH

[locked to J. Corvus]
Because I was an idiot, my toaster got herself kidnapped. Please remind me why paying off the mayor to institute martial law and gunning down a city is illegal.

[locked to O. Monarch + R. Morgenstern]
O, I know you don't get it, and Ro, I know you don't care, but Daryl was kidnapped. If I'm not around 48 hours from now, raze the goddamn city. After this shit calms, I'm going to the goddamn Cayman Islands for a very long break.

[phone call to K. West]
[Ring ring]

(TEXT: ROWAN/ORRIE)
You! What are you doing?

[locked to J. Corvus]
Being in love sucks, have I told you that?

[locked to R. Morgenstern and O. Monarch]
I'm going to kill whoever does these goddamn Seattle Times inserts. Ro, don't bail me out when they arrest me for crimes against humanity. O, I need guns. Big damn guns.