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December 29th, 2014


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Narrative: Penny Ross

Who: Penny Ross
Where: The Fire Escape outside of her apartment. Obviously.
When: Now?
What: Thinking thinky thoughts

She kept weird hours )

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Narrative: Jonathan Crane

Who: Jonathan Crane
What: A change of view
Where: Gotham City Hospital
When: Recent!
Warnings/Rating: It's Crane. Enough said.

Jonathan Crane had a plan, after all, and he hoped it wasn't one that would be discovered quickly.  )

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Gotham log: Bruce W & Zatanna Z

[She waited until Christmas had passed. Christmas, with its scents of evergreen and molten candle-wax - and if Alfred were present, the pleasantries of beeswax polish and the pine of a tree. Her own home was not filled with the echoes of now-toothless pagan ritual. Shadowcrest was heavy resins, the odorousness of dragons' blood, the heavy scent of burned cedar and sandalwood. She knew the way to Wayne Manor: she had learned it as a small girl in bare feet and a loose dress and wild, dark hair. Now she picked her way beyond the boundaries between properties, pants loose through the hip and the knee and a shirt liquid silk that scooped low at the neck and showed the ends of curlicues that burned black against pale skin. No fishnets, no top-hat: no act. Christmas had come and Christmas had gone, but stage magic had no weight in a manor thick with grief's shadow.

She did not question her welcome. She took the liberty of an old friend, an old friend who did not require invitation, who had stood on the grassy bank before the water and shown a grieving boy tricks to draw his mind out of darkness. This Bruce was not her childhood friend: she knew that, even if the cards reminded her, splayed patterns that hinted at a future not too far beyond the veil. But this Bruce needed the friends that belonged to every thread of a life and she let herself in the door of the mansion with a quiet snick of a lock that perhaps should not have been that easy to open.

She padded through corridors as familiar to her as the ones that belonged to the dusty old mansion that had once been home and it was the shaft of light in a manor mostly shaded with thick curtains that made her turn, silent as a cat into the opened door of the library.]

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Narrative: Spencer Reid

Who: Spencer Reid
What: A narrative
Where: His apartment in Criminal Minds
When: Recent
Warnings/Rating: None

The city just didn't feel the same without the rest of them there. )

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Text to Wren H

[Text to Wren H]

Did the holidays treat you well?

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marvel: news update + lock to alfred p

[Late Monday night, Emily Osborn disappears from the home where she's currently being fostered while the sticky situation of her custody is sorted out. She is put to bed on Monday night, and by Tuesday morning, she is gone.

An amber alert goes out for the area, but with no witnesses to the crime and only a bedroom window slipped open, there is nothing to trace. Police begin searching and vow to find the child as the already high-profile case hits the news again.]

[lock to alfred p]

Hey, I'm coming over to the manor. I might be staying for a little while, and I've got a little girl with me. Hope that's okay.

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Loren C

[Once Neil leaves, and during a brief period of waking. Her journal is gone, and she's only marginally lucid. She can't remember Cris' number, or Lou's, or Russ.' She knows where she is, but she doesn't even remember that Daniel and Lin are in the same place. But Loren's number, the one he gave her for emergencies, is scrawled on her hand, and she gets a nurse to hand her the phone.]

[Call to Loren C]
[Ring.]