Rooms

[Max M/Ella D]

Are the kids okay?

[Luke H/Wren H]

Hi?

[Jack C]

Hello, Jack. Are you okay?

[Clementine M]

Thank you for your help, Clementine. I'm really sorry about taking off. I wasn't myself, I don't usually rob unruly teenagers or fall asleep in the street.

[Shane A - ITS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE. LE GASP. ahem *cough*]

Hey.

[Text to Ella D]
[She texts the address to the rental townhouse.]

Need you. Bring gloves. Cujo is having a rabid day.

Who: Sharon C and Ella D
Where: The fancy lounge at The Plaza Hotel - even though Sharon is still staying at the Pierre. Better safe than sorry.
When: Timeline SO SO SO fuzzy. just roll with it. ROLLIN WITH THE HOMIES.
What: Talking about money. I bet Ella brings a spreadsheet. ;)
Warnings: Nah

[Sharon was staying at The Pierre, but for all purposes of work she was staying at the Plaza. Which was fine, she'd be inviting some people over later to make a real big show of staying here. They liked it when she did things like that, for whatever reason. But there was no question that the beds were more comfortable at The Pierre, and the middle of the night cake was just one of the perks. And possibly its one pitfall.

But it was around 3 PM, so the coffee lounge was filling up for its afternoon tea service, but Sharon had requested a table in the back corner, far from that. It was there that she sat waiting for someone from admin services to come and tell her something that probably didn't want to know. Or something that she knew 100 percent of the reasoning for but couldn't tell anyone. This should be fun.]

[Locked to Ella D & Thomas B, separately]

I'm moving the kids this morning. I have somewhere safe, and I thought it was a good idea to get them there before any of their parents come home. I'm working with a therapist from here, someone Corvus and Luke both know, and once everyone is cleared as being alright, the kids can go home.

I'll have Manda's sitter with me.

[Ella D/Max M]

We're at the place with the door. We need to find it and the key. Are the kids okay?

[Shane A]

We're at the place with the door. We need to find it and the key. Are the kids okay? Is the dog okay?

[Email: Sharon C]

[After a series of bounce-backs redirects to Sharon.]

Ms. Carter, I'm sorry about my unplanned absence, there's been a family emergency. If you're willing to give permission I can take the materials home to work there. [Does she, doesn't she, screw it.] And there appears to be a discrepancy in the numbers from Shaw's department.

E Dean

[Public]

Sometimes I wish all those health guides hadn't been updated and you could still say 'screw it' and serve refined sugar and carbs to kids every day.

[Max M

Let work know I'm still not in. Flowers dead yet?

[Locked: Max M and Ella D]

Hi, Max. Ella, I don't think that we've met. I'm Evie Sablier, you've both agreed to watch my daughter, Daisy, while Wren and I get out of this door?

First of all, thank you so much.

Second of all, she really does throw a lot of tantrums. I'm sorry about that. She's almost two, so part of it is her age, and she doesn't have a dad so I spoil her a lot, which I'm sure has plenty to do with it as well. Other than when she's in that kind of mood, she's pretty mellow and easy going as far as kid's go. And she is pretty used to changes, so she shouldn't be too wigged out.

She doesn't have any allergies to anything, and this is her doctor [information]. She had a cold after Christmas, and still has a little bit of a cough, if she needs cough syrup her prescription is at my apartment in Queens [address]. But she hasn't needed it for a couple of nights.

Please let me know how much I need to reimburse if she needs anything purchased.

You can get anything you need from my place too, help yourselves. Wren and Luke have a spare key at their house. I do keep some clothes and stuff for her in a little powerpuff girls suitcase at Luke and Wren's.

Oh. I just stopped nursing officially, but there is still some milk in my freezer, its not part of a normal diet these days, but it does mellow her out on the worst of days. And if she is refusing to sleep.

That's all I can think of right now, and I'm probably forgetting something important. Things are hectic, but if you need anything or have questions just let me know.

[Locked just to Max M]

Look, I know we barely know each other. And I know you might not be able to do anything about this, but if you can I'd appreciate it. All three of my "what if" people are about to be in this door with me.

I don't have family other than Wren, Luke, and Jack. If something happens to me, or all of us, please just do what you can to make sure Daisy doesn't get stuck in some terrible group home or something like that. If you know anyone amazing who wants a two year old more than anything else in the world, or if you just know how to stop that kind of thing from happening, or ... anything... And maybe you don't, but I just needed to say it to someone. And with Luke coming here with only Wren on the brain I didn't want to lay it on him to think about.

I know this is one of those huge random imposition favors from someone you hardly know, but if there's anything you can do if the worst happens, please do it. Please.

[Jack C]

Hi.

[Locked to Ella D]
How's work about time off?

[Locked to Dylan M]
We might be delayed a few days in our takeover of the casino world.

[Max M]

That flower arrangement is really something.

[Luke H]

Thanks, honey. Good Christmas?

[Public]

How soon do you take down the tree/how long do you put off the argument with the prepubescent?

[After receiving this.]

You want me to have a brain aneurysm before I even get to the jazz club?

[Seven M]
[Pointing him toward Liam's comments.]

???


[Thor]
[Posted as "fierce and fret" anon from the Halloween Party.]

Hey. It's Marta the girl from Halloween. Am I allowed to check in on you?


[Ella D]
[After a little hesitation.]

Hey, Ella.

[Max texted Ella the address to Mayflowers, and then she did her best to manage the pre-Christmas rush that was making them run low on everything red and white in the store. She had no idea how to keep the plants alive, and she was just learning about arranging, as evidenced by the thorn welts all over her hands, but she could work a register like nobody's business, and she could fight with suppliers, and she was doing both at the moment.

Amanda was within her sights, working with the arranger and being very opinionated about the placement of some rare orange roses, her Catholic school uniform completely unsullied. Max had changed Amanda's school when she purchased the shop, and Amanda actually liked the new school better. She didn't like this new process of mom picking her up and bringing her back to the store at the end of the day, but that was a work-in-progress. With the exception of some verbose manifestos on the health benefits of caregiver breaks in young children, things were settling.

She still had to finish packing up the old apartment and moving upstairs, but that was her plan for Christmas, when the shop would be closed.

Jeans and an old Army tee layered with plaid, she figured it was as good a time as any to see her aged up sister and niece. At least if it went badly, there would be a full store to keep anyone from yelling.]

[As Neil D.]

Just in time for Christmas. Lovely.

[Locked to Sharon C]
Boss.

[Locked to Ella D]
Settled back in, kid?

[Gus was thrilled to hear that Beth was coming over (it was going to take some time to ease him into 'Elizabeth') and Luke only touched upon the age difference before giving up. Trying to explain time and years vs months to a five-going-on-six year old was near impossible. He figured kids just accepted stuff like that easier than adults did, so he'd let them work it out for themselves. And it would be nice, he thought, for Gus to have another playmate his age. The kid made friends with every animal he came across but having a few human friends to balance it out couldn't hurt, and at least people could talk back.

Lia was down for her nap, and Luke had the baby monitor nearby, so the TV was on low while Gus munched on Christmas cookies (store bought, thanks, he wasn't risking homemade cookies and a possible kitchen fire this close to the holidays) and watched Rudolph. Or maybe it was Frosty. Some cartoon, anyway. The dogs were curled up next to him, as they usually were, and Luke was on the couch trying to stay awake. He hated crashing on his days off, because it was time he'd rather be spending with his family than asleep, but Wren was at work and even though he'd texted her about Ella and Beth coming over, he couldn't distract her forever (as much as he wanted to), plus Finch's weight was on his feet and he was comfortable enough that a nap seemed plausible.

Coffee. He needed coffee. He gently disentangled himself, climbed over the back of the couch, and padded into the kitchen. Not a bad idea; maybe Ella would want some, too.]

That hotel has a really fucked up sense of humor.

[Individually locked: Lin A, Luke H, Ella D]

What'd I miss?

[Public]

Where is she?

[After this, fuzzy timelines]

[Bucky was still weak, but it wasn't like he would go out of his way to say as much to Cap. He asked Bucky to help, and that was enough for him. He'd survived worse, and he was on his feet, which was better than most people. At least he didn't have any guilt to go with the illness, this time. He strapped his weapons back on, it was hard to say how much trouble he might run into, and it was part of his training to always be prepared. He was moving slowly, but moving, and his mind was clear enough it wasn't hard to get to the address.

He was smart, so he didn't draw his gun, he had the antitoxins and he was there to help, not hurt.] Hey? [Bucky had no idea who exactly he was there for. He'd run into a few people on the way there and directed them where they needed to go. At least shit was getting done.] Anyone here? I was sent by Captain America.

[Private to Ella D.]
[Sooo not his area of expertise. And yet:]

Ella? My name is Eddie Nashton and I was sent by a friend to check on Marta and yourself. Do you need assistance?

[Private to Helena W.]

Marta was last seen at this address [copy of what Ella wrote in the previous convo]. The owner of the place is named Ella and she thinks Marta and someone else was taken by an "Ian." I don't know if that's true or it's the hallucinations.