Repose

[Group: Eddie & Stephanie]
[After this.]

Well done, darlings.

Who: Sasha and Alyssa
What: Let's. Get. Weird.
Where: The Carnival
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Who knows. Will update.

( It devolved into a rather bawdy debate of what could possibly be as thick as Gaston, who's as quick as Gaston, which prince had a gargantuan- Well, you get the idea. )

[Locked to Stephanie M]
Nelson drove off from the lake.

[Locked to Cat C]
She is fine.

[Locked to Dick G]
Come to the carnival tomorrow, 0800.

[FLEET: Misha B]
[From the manor kitchen.] Habibi.

[After this, the following morning.]

Hey.

[He sends a picture first. Taken this past Sunday, with Iris lying on their bed and TJ close enough to kiss her belly, but her lips seem to be in motion as if talking to her sibling.]

I'm taking her to work with me today.

[Stephanie knew that something was very wrong. Eddie didn't come home to her, and it was very, very late. News of Harold Helman's confession hit the gossip vines, and there still hadn't been a peep. She was worried down to her bones, but she wanted to give them all the benefit of the doubt. The belief that they were all okay. And after all that worrying? Damian had been the one to contact her after Helena, not Eddie. And then with the rogue talk even after their triumph with that awful, disgusting teacher? Yeah, something must have happened. She knew that Bruce disappearing once again wasn't helping matters, and something must have happened with Helena to tip Eddie off the edge. (The proverbial one, of course. Steph would just flip a shit if she came up to the rooftop of the arcade and Eddie even had a toe dangling off.) he

She left without hesitation after his responses to her. At the moment, she didn't care about Damian or Helena's crises. No, she wanted to be with her man, and her heart raced and broke at the words spread across her screen. Of course, she'd go fix the other issues later, but right now? Eddie was her priority.

Pajama clad and lion-maned, she pulled up and parked just out front of the arcade. Not even bothering with the front door, Steph opted for the alleyway and the side door that lead to his office. (She was hoping, she knew in vain, that he wasn't in fact on the roof.) Of course, the door was locked. A huff. She kicked the door and cursed loudly before turning around to find a dumpster close enough to the fire escape ladder. She scaled the rickety metal with a little less ease than usual and told herself that she needed to start working out more.

Oof. She pulled herself over the lip of the roof, brushing off her Corgi patterned pants. Hands shoved into her hoodie and purple Converse shoes shuffling over the gravel, she made her way towards him. Gently:] Hey, you.

[Locked to Leena B]

Kitten, let me know how you are when you have a chance.