Rooms

[Locked to Graham R]
Your friend was really, really mean to Evie when she was staying with you.

[Locked to Jack C]
Hi.

[Locked to Luke H]
I don't like Evie's new friend. [...] Did you see who was on the journals yesterday?

[locked to wren h.]

[After not hearing from her on the public post and checking to make sure it doesn't bounce back. Simply:]

Hi.

[Call to Dylan M]

[Early. Very early. Deliberately early. It comes up as Fort Jackson. Ring.]

Who: Cris, Meredith, Neil, Sam
What: The worst idea ever A double-date
Where: The park, Ocean's Eleven
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Language, at the very least, but who knows what else

Sam still wasn't sure about this, yeah? Ok, so it had been her idea or whatever, but Cris' initial reaction gave her pause. Yeah, he'd come around in the end, but she was still apprehensive about this whole thing. It could all go sideways, and she didn't do good with shit going sideways. But it was a done deal, and there wasn't any going back now, so she tried to think good thoughts or whatever. She didn't believe in that thing, sending good energy into the universe or something, but she was willing to grasp at straws, ok? She was nervous. She knew this was going to be hard, and maybe she should have just left shit alone, but that wasn't her.

The park had been Cris' idea, and since she didn't have anything better, she'd messaged Neil with the location and hoped for the best. Ok, so she'd thought about bowling, but flying bowling balls could really do some damage if someone got pissed. Yeah, no, park was definitely better, even if she didn't think sweating was Meredith thing. She hadn't ever met Meredith, but there were pictures in the penthouse suite at the Venetian, and Meredith reminded Sam of Chloe, yeah? Prim, proper, scrubbed fucking clean. All the things Sam wasn't, even after a year of not hitting the needle.

Jeans and flowers, a tank underneath in case it got too hot, and she was decent enough, if you ignored the hip and belly bared by the ultra-low jeans. She'd left the dog home, though Rodin loved this particular park, but the last thing she needed was her fucking service dog raising eyebrows. So, yeah, the dog stayed home, along with her medical bracelet. There was a syringe of Fosphenytoin loaded and tucked in the bottom of a picnic basket that included all the makings for burgers - turkey, beef and tofu - and she found a good spot with some shade, a grill nearby and she texted Cris to bring charcoal and starter fluid. Blanket stretched out, she kicked off her boots and unbuttoned the plaid to reveal the braless wifebeater beneath. And then she paced as she waited, clove burning sweet between her fingers.

[Selina K]

It's been some time. I thought you might like to know, if you didn't already, that the Steve we knew is now back.

[Tony S]

Tony.

[Bruce B]

Doctor Banner, I wondered if I could have a word?

Who: bb Sharon and grown up Sharon Carter
Where: Lost then The Sharon Carter Hangout Pad in Brooklyn
What: Sharon wakes up from a long stint doing hard time as a younger version of herself
When: LAST NIGHT WHEN THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED BUT IJ ATE IT AND THANK GOD FOR WORK COMPUTERS SAVING THINGS
Warnings: Pantsuits in a garbage sack and an opening run on sentence so long you might die from it.

( Welcome to New York, Welcome to New York )

[timeline fuzzy - After this, probably after, or in the midst of getting sidetracked by this.]

Ring!

[A small-time vigilante is making weekday news in local NYC papers, making things difficult for local trafficking rings that are accustomed to moving pharmaceuticals and narcotics popular with the party scene. He is strictly seen haunting very specific neighborhood blocks, and there's the usual general speculation. The public is pleased to have a vigilante around beating the heck out of small time robbers, as long as they don't meet him in dark alleys.

Matthew Murdock is just irritated with the ongoing activity outside of his windows. Can't a body sleep around here without someone screaming murder?]