Musings

I just saw the article in the paper position Orin is Batman, I am Robin, and you are the mysterious, never-seen but speculated about Batwoman. Why can't I be Batman?

[From jail]

[Call to A Morgenstern]
Ring

[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.

[ Text to A. Morgenstern ]

[Sent from an unknown location. Translations for OOC purposes are provided in parentheses.]

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[Working from home today?]

If I'm not allowed to be brilliant in public, neither are you.

[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?

Please remind me that murder one isn't something I'd like on my permanent record.

[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: 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!

[ Text to A. Morgenstern ]

[The text is sent at about 2 pm on Sunday.]

Are you exceedingly busy this afternoon?

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

It's Sunday, poppet.

[shortly after receiving Rowan's text]

[text to O. Monarch]
Someone cut the breaks to my R8. It's totaled.

[text to D. Hockney]
Had a small accident; I'm working from home today. Want to keep me company with a metaphorically sexy outfit?

(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.

Sorry I missed yesterday again, poppet. Did you orchestrate the downfall of a nation to occupy yourself in the meantime?

[After this]

[Locked to A Morgenstern]
I didn't ask questions when your woman got bit by snakes and you wanted things your way, and I need you not to ask me questions now. You take Ro, and you keep her with you until you hear otherwise from me.

[Call to T Brandon's cellphone]
[He doesn't bother with the damn comm, and he convinces the secretary to put him through, even though Brandon is at some hospital.] [Ring]

Yesterday was Sunday. We broke tradition.

I'd like to inform the world that I am not sleeping with or spying on any billionaires in this town. I have better things to do. And if you work for the gossip rags, I would be perfectly happy to have an intimate conversation about my love life that involves your face and my right fist. Even if I were sleeping with one of the billionaires just mentioned, it wouldn't be any of your business, and that's all I've got to say about it. Go fuck yours I can't say that I'm working for Monarch and I can't afford to lose another job shit shit shit

[After a full day of snooping, reading tabloids, and seeing creepy photo montages of herself, Daryl gets down to business.]

[ Locked to G. Dailey ]

( In which a whistle is blown. )

[ Locked to S. Walker ]

( In which Daryl misunderstands the Hippocratic Oath. )

[ Locked to S. Duncan ]

I am not pregnant.

[ Text to A. Morgenstern ]

I commend the ability of your sperm to fertilize my eggs without ever gaining access to my reproductive tract.

[ Text K. West ]

Before you ask, the allegations are false. There is no way that I could be pregnant.