Rooms

[Beaches were not Gotham, or the party city, or even Gatsby. They weren't Vegas, all bright lights and sand and the chi-ching of slot machines that Theo never let her play, or the flashy glitz of brand new club going dresses that he hated her wearing. Beaches were a lot like home, clear water, sand, fish swimming in the sea, and sharks. Beloved sharks.

And in this case, they also meant a brand new friend. Kitane had no idea what Jules looked like, or who she was really waiting for, but waiting she was in the hotel of the lobby. Her suitcase (on wheels, of course) was huge, stuffed full of bathing suits and clothes for when they weren't on the beach, and a couple of sweaters in case it was cold, as she knew it sometimes did when the wind blew in off the water. It was also nearly as big as she was, definitely shorter, but bigger, and if she was lying it on its side, she probably could have curled up inside it with room to fit two pillows and a change of clothes.

The dogs and the cat were not with her, but left at Aubrey's for safekeeping. Stark wouldn't like the heat and Viserion wouldn't like the water (but he would love the fish) and maybe if it was okay, she'd end up bringing the cat whenever she popped through again.

And see Aubrey.

Or not see Aubrey, if he was still drinking. Frowning, black hair streaked with green fell over her face as she glanced at her phone. Nothing. From him. Nothing from anyone. She should contact Mingmei when she got there. That decided, she slid her phone back into the rear pocket of her black, skinny jeans.]

[Around 4 am, just after this, and while still in Gotham.]

[Locked to Russ C]
Hey, baby. Sorry. Shit got complicated.

[Locked to Louis D]
I tried to get Liam to where you are, but things got screwed up. He said you're friends or whatever.

[Locked to Neil D]
Awake or whatever?

Petit l'infant, one inside of another inside of another inside of another inside of another [This goes on for a good while, before stopping abruptly.]

Infinite trees in but one seed, is that not how it goes? The question is, I suppose without supposition, if the snake eats his tail? Regurgitation is another matter entirely.

who: ragnar lothbrok.
what: the first door on the right; narrative [will open if anyone wants a snip.]
where: DC: gotham.
when: not too long ago.
warnings/rating: does peeing in public count? ;)

( between )

[Sunday, without warning to any employees or anyone living in the building, Mayflowers Flower Shop in the East Village is sold. The new owners are a couple of little old ladies who spent their paltry life savings on the place and express an adoration for hydrangeas. They wish they could give everyone severance pay, but they don't have any money remaining, so all employees are allowed to take home one potted plant of their choosing, and the little old women move in all the pink and grey furniture that the 80s reported missing.]

[max m]

People lived in the flower shop. I worked there because you asked me to. As did your sister. Whatever you think about her, she has a seven year old and now she doesn't have a job.

[ella d]

Do you have something else as a backup?

[jake r]

I'm sorry about the apartment. Things are difficult right now with my friend who owned the building, but I had no idea she would sell it.

[clem m]

My friend I mentioned to you just sold the building where I was living. Have you talked to Jake? Has he expressed any interest in any of the places you mentioned?

Who: Russ C
What: Custody agreements
When: Recently
Where: Gotham

( They hadn’t brought in Nathan. He didn’t want them to, not even if something sharp twisted under his breastbone at the thought of what Nathan would say. )

[Immediately prior to going to Flash's hospital room here.]

[Group lock to Peter P, Mary Jane W, Harry O]
Flash is awake.

[Locked to Jason T]
Hey, Flash is awake and got moved to Cornell. But [blink] can we maybe do something that doesn't involve staying in the hospital?

[Seeing this, but before responding to it.]

[Locked to Flash T]
Gwendy says Sleeping Beauty is awake.