Rooms

[After a meeting with her doctor (one of them), needing to talk to him about something...]

Ring.

Who: Tiny!Gwen
What: Picking something up
Where: Ms. Carter's "empty" apartment
When: After the tiny!Gotham party
Warnings/Rating: None

( Bullets flew, and she ran. )

[Locked to Marta F]
[She doesn't know what to write at first, so there are spirals or whatever. Ultimately.] Hey. You busy?

[Locked to Joseph W]
Thanks for the hookup, baby.

Saving Private Ryan or Black Hawk Down?

[A letter finds its way to Caliban, though it is clearly addressed to one Mr. John Clare. The penmanship is strained, that of a woman who does not write often.]

Dear Mr. Clare,

I pray this missive finds you in good health. Please forgive any lack of communication that you may have experienced on my part. The accident has left my mind with gaps that I seem unable to fill. I was informed by my dear cousin that you were my intended. Try as I may, the memories of our time together fail to return.

Can you tell me any more of our acquaintance? How did we meet? How long have we known one another? What interests do we share?

I hope we can continue our friendship.

~Lily Frankenstein

[Telepathy: Liam/Jean]

[She hasn't heard from him in a few days, and her concern gets the better of her. The presence is warm, just barely brushing the edges of his mind.]

Please don't be alarmed. This is Jean Grey. I am checking in. Are you alright?