Rooms

[After getting the run around in the department and transferred back and forth bout six different times, they finally got all of the wires straight and promised to put Elena through to the man who was said to be her husbnd's partner. Elena smiled and murmured thank you when they patched her through to the bzz bzz bzz of being placed on hold. Elena knew that Cris was on an assignment and she understood that, but she couldn't do days with no word from him. A week, he'd said? Non, non, non. Elena needed to make sure that everything was alright way before that, which is why anxiety made her place this phone call early in the morning.]

[During this. Late.]

[Text to Elena M]
I'm dropping Teresa off. Work.

ETA, after Elena's: [Call to Louis D]
Ring!

Who: Elena & Cris
What: Christmas morning, future-dated.
Where: Cris' place.
Warnings: None yet.

( It was early, so early that the sun was just cracking gold over an iced horizon. )

Tags: !marvel comics, *log, cristián martin-argüelles, elena martin-argüelles

Who: Micah & Elena
What: A meeting
Where: One of Elena's anon groups
When: Recently!
Warnings/Rating: None of any consequence

( He was sure he'd regret this later. )

[A day or two later than this.]
[Cris M]

Are you going to sign the papers if I have new ones drafted?

[The morning after this.]

[Call to Elena M]
Ring!

[Most of the evening, she reads through what she can.]

Well, it still looks like New York.