Rooms

[Locked to Steve R.]

You told me that if there was anything you could do regarding Gwen, to let you know. This is me letting you know. She asked for your assistance with something.



[Locked to Bruce B.]

Do you have a minute?

[After this.]

[Lavender. The spigot spewed it, lilac, lolling, bubbles bowing, the air rich with it and heavy with wetness. James floated in the miniature sky on his back, backstroking in a swath through white. His glasses were removed, set aside on the lip of the large stone tub, sunken into the tiles of the floor, shining as they were like the scales of a mermaid's tail. Not a real mermaid, mind. But the sort that lounged in sugar-dyed glass nearby, giggling and splashing about most enticingly in stained waves. Scaly blues, aquatic greens inlaid in the ancient room. It reminded the young man in the bubbles of a Turkish bath, and he closed his eyes.

He enjoyed the suspension of weight.

It was similar to flying, he thought. The weightlessness.

But that thought was overshadowed by the toss of journal and quill, by the prick of tears as he considered the harsh truth of mortality. His parents were dead. He wouldn't see them again, whatever Sirius said, and how was he supposed to cope with that? There would be no funeral, no procession or remembrance. They were gone, long gone, as he himself supposedly was. Perhaps he—or some version of him—knew them, in the Great Beyond. Perhaps they were together.

He breathed out his nose.

Tightness curled in his chest, around his heart.

There had been no progress made in dressing himself. James was having a bath, and Sirius' presence didn't change that. He'd bathed in the room before, as it was open to Quidditch captains, and he'd learned long ago to not care much about his own nudity (unless Evans was around). Sirius would simply have to deal with it.]

[Locked to bug boy]

[After a sleepless night spent carefully sneaking around Oscorp's mainframe, she comes back with one solid lead. It's a digital shipping order for her MRI results and bloodwork, along with the location of an offsite lab that she's never heard of, at an address she isn't familiar with. Checking will lead the bug to the destroyed lab Jack was being held in, but there are no viable records to be found there after the torching of said building.]

Bug boy, I don't recognize the address. It's not one we normally use, so it's probably worth checking out. I'll see what else I can hunt up when I'm back in the building next week.

[Locked to Eddie N]

Don't die of surprise. Have you got a few?

Who: Severus Snape
What: Narrative
Where: Hogwarts grounds
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: None

( It was all different yet the same. )

( Delivery for Selina Kyle )

[The fireworks over Gotham's docks go sky high at dusk, just as a freighter with a very large shipment of Falcone goodies come into port. The goodies? Oh, they're blown to smithereens. The boat too, for good measure. The little blonde with the mallets and pigtails lets every single ship worker walk the plank first, splash and smash and gum-snap giggles, and the kitty cat in black pockets any valuables that can't be sniffed or smoked. And then boom goes the boat and the drugs, red and black smoke, fire and dark in the dusky smog-night. The fireworks? All part of the show. After all, this isn't meant to be incognito. Obviously.]

Where is the little bird?

English was never my strong point in school, I was more a numbers girl, but I'm pretty certain the the current definition of disoriented is ... me.

Anyone in NYC up for a drink tonight? Or two?

ETA: It's not drinking alone if you do it in a bar, right?