Rooms

[As Destin R.]

Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur.

[ETA: Locked following this]

[Sneaky Wanda is trying to be sneaky.]

[Text to Billy K]
Did you go?

Who: Venom and Spider-Gwen
Where: New York
When: recently!
What: tracking down Carnage isn't such a good idea
Warnings: Carnage gore rawr

( She landed on the ledge beside him, crouch and a smile behind the white, but his immediate question (with the added bonus of swear words!) let her know this wasn't going to go as smoothly as telling Peter. )

[Peter & Gwen group lock]
[While staying up with Gwen as she does nerd science shit.]

Carnage took my ability to track it. We're going to have to figure out a way to lure it someplace. Pete, have you been able to sense it at all?

[Cindy M]
[Pos-it left on her stuff:]

yo roomie hit me up on the journals: flash t.

[Steve R]

Can I get some advice?

Who: Clementine and Declan
What: Reunions
Where: FDNY, Engine 26, Hell's Kitchen
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: ?

Going back to work, it was a whole lot easier than anything Clementine had done recent. The tri-level in Union Square was all settled, and she'd given instructions at the door to hand keys to anyone on the list. She figured her part in all that was done, and whoever showed themselves up could stay. She wasn't hunting folks down and making sure they came. She liked the place just fine; it was real big and modern, and it didn't remind her none of tall houses in Tuxedo Park or country homes with dead daddys in her bed. And going on back to work, she liked that too.

Hell's Kitchen, it was some like Gotham, but she didn't mind that any. She'd gotten into working EMS for firehouses because of the thrill, and it wasn't near as thrilling in quiet places. She'd worked the Bronx, and she'd worked Vegas, and she liked the rush of going out when the alarm rang. It was maybe contradictory to the southern girl that liked things real pretty and real clean, but she'd studied medicine to make everybody fussed at her, and there was something real empowering about the fact that this one thing was all hers.

She was dressed in blues, and it was day three on the job. Engine 26 was like any damn firehouse the world over. Big and loud, couches and cots. Men playing video games and food nuked too long in the damn kitchen. It was loud and rough, and not a place for something soft, and that didn't fit so good with what Clementine projected neither. But she didn't question any. She just sat herself on the arm of the couch, coffee in her hand, and the men from Truck (who did the firefighting) and Squad (who did the rescuing) playing Halo like their lives depended on which side won.

Course, it probably had to do with the fact they all lived in that damn firehouse more than they did their homes, and that was one of the reasons Clementine had gone with this over city EMS. A home, it was something she'd been longing for when she was young. And this, coming back, it felt like the right choice.

[Batfam +]

This Gotham has the same sociological structure of the one my dad used to tell me about circa 1980's. Has it always been this way? How am I supposed to

[All of it (including comments) is deleted after talking to Stephanie.]

[Public as Anon.]
[After realizing all her friends outside of the bat fam went poof:]

Single white female looking for a friend. 20's. Likes hipster music. Can pretend to like mainstream stuff, too.