Musings

[ Locked to J. and M. Morgenstern ]

( In which Daryl proposes a very civilized get-together. )

[ Text to K. West ]

I'm back in Seattle. I believe this warrants a dinner between friends.

[ Locked to M. Main ]

( In which Daryl probably tries too hard. )

[ Locked to G. Dailey ]

( In which Daryl is a robot. )

[ Locked to C. Westley ]

( In which Daryl says thank you. )

[Autopsy report for the dog the Araña left her, sent separately to T Brandon and Oracle.]
He has made much progress since the birds creo que I helped with that. This dog, it would not have died if it was not killed by the Araña.

[Locked to K Mancuso]
A dozen bodies this week alone. Has your opinion changed?

[Locked to D Wallace]
[Location and time for Wednesday.] You have promised you will remain out of sight.

[Voicemail left for T Brandon, while he's still in the hospital with Luke]
Next time I hear about something because the Chief is barking about it? I'm kicking your ass.

[Isolated comm: Oracle]
Tell me I can't kill people, just to bring them back and kill them again. Also, how you holding up?

[Locked to R Darman]
So, time to broker peace again, huh?

[After this. She really is starting to at least make an effort with typing when she's not rushed.]

Why are men so dumb,Gwennie?

[ Open Vigilante Comm ]

[The comm is sent out Friday afternoon, immediately after this (though pictures and videos will probably hit the internet soon). Spidey keeps his voice as nonchalant as ever, but his breathing is heavy, and he sounds a bit more forced than usual. He's shaken up, but doesn't want anyone to know, and is inspecting his wounded leg as he speaks.]

Hey, morning glories. I've got two stories for you. Say "one" for updates on the Weatherman, and "two" for what will probably be on the news within the next few days.

[ Locked to Z. Zaldana ]
[Forum post sent from the Anon account using the Spidey icon.]

Hey, beautiful. If you liked my first present, you'll love this second one. I always heard that chicks dig puppies.

[ Locked to D. Wallace ]
[Forum post sent from the Anon account using the Spidey icon.]

The Weatherman was the victim of Creation-caused crime. Someone body-snatched or mind-controlled him. He thinks this same person abducted someone, a girl named Wren or R. Maheu. He thinks freezing Seattle will get this person to come clean.

So. I kind of lost my job tonight.

Anyone hiring? Anyone?

[Locked to E. Pride]

Please tell me that bottle of wine I found in the cupboard wasn't anything important. If it was, I'll replace it. I kind of drank it. I'm sorry.

[Comm]

Oracle, Isolate please.

[After this. In quick succession. Around sundown.]

[Call to G. Dailey.]

[Ring.]

[Call to R. Darman]

[Ring.]

[Later:] [Locked to J. Bly & R. Maheu]

I am looking for Luke. It is important. Have you seen him?

can you call, please? [cell number] wouldn't ask but its an emergency.

[About 8pm.]

I want immediate notification if anyone encounters this new mask.

[Sent to Oracle's email address, and locked to T Brandon, separately, after the first string of deaths from this.]

Something of interest, si?
[Attached: Full autopsies on three males, ages 18-39. Cause of death - (2) GSWs, (1) Stabbing.]

[TEXT: GWEN/KYLE]
Chinese, Italian, or burgers?


[OPEN COMM]
Oracle here. Unfortunately my leads didn't go anywhere in regards to finding out the what happened and why. I think I might have found our missing third person from the bank, though they have even less information than I. I'm assuming there have been no further odd dreaming experiences? Then it might be safe to say that we're in the clear.

[Locked to T Sable]
I don't even know where to begin I'm sorry I left Guess what! Hi, Tris.

[Locked to G Dailey]
I know I maybe shouldn't ask you this, but I couldn't think of who else would know. Does Kyle have any family here?

[Locked to G Dailey]
Tell me you've had at least one exceptionally awkward fucking dream.

[Locked to P Rawlings]
We're having lunch.

[Locked to A Main, L Henry]
Status?

[Comm to the Bat]
[About 2 am] There?

Dream?

[OPEN COMM]
Oracle here, interrupting with an official announcement: I’ll be resuming duties starting... now. As before, if you need anything, I’m here.


(right after this)
[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/R. DARMAN]
Did I miss something or is this one of those fabled “just because” kind of things?


[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/K. WEST]
Hey.


[LOCKED: G. DAILEY/S. PRESTON]
You know, I've been having the strangest week.

[delivered to G. Dailey on Friday morning to her apartment. An elegant orchid, no note attached.]

[you'll have to pardon the newbie who has no idea what she's doing.]

So I push this and then this and- shit. [whispered] Fuck, I think it's on.

[clears her throat and continues in a regular tone] Uhm. I was told to ask for Oracle?

[Early Monday morning, because Thomas forgot Sunday was Mother's Day. He always forgets holidays unless there's a spike in crime.]

[G. Dailey]

A blue box and a boring card with a white lily on it that says "Happy Mother's Day". The note, in Thomas' embarrassed, block-y writing, says, "Remember who you are. - TB"

[M. Main]

Another blue box to her at work by a polite but firm special messenger that requires she show ID and sign for it. He also delivers a purple gift bag with two eyes and fluffy ears coming out of the tissue. He is less thrilled about the latter.

Thomas forgot to include a card until the very last second, so another messenger from the same company comes out of the elevator about thirty seconds after the last one leaves to hand her another boring card with a white lily on it. It's got a "Happy Mother's Day" logo on it, but inside there's nothing except "TB".

[Text to G. Dailey]

Hey.

[Text to R. Maheu]

Hey girl, what's been up? We should have dinner this week.

[Text to D. Wallace]

Hey. How are things? Just checking in.