Rooms

So much for that.

I can't find the key.

I can't find the key to get out of here.

I've looked everywhere and I can't find the key!

Who: Helena
What: Retrieval
Where: Dragon Age -> Hotel
When: Backdated. After finding out about Solas and Evelyn being gone and the reappearance of Gwen
Warnings/Rating: Newp

( Bright moments )

[Every part of her ached. The nightmare had every overture of a homecoming, an extended visit, welcome back to hell etched into the longer than usual hours it lasted. And for a while, it was enough to forget about what was waiting outside the door. Flash knew, Flash had told Gwen, that was how Gwen knew. One of them had told Bruce, that was how Bruce knew. Why Bruce knew was a question she didn't have an answer to and one she wasn't looking for at the moment while hope still existed that maybe the rest of that family didn't know.

Not hers, no, they hadn't been her family even when she had claimed them, not really. But the gray children still screamed at her in Damian's voice as they burned through the thin cotton of her hoodie and tank top to leave aching sores and the Needler's still reminded her of one fast moving acrobat. Only thinking of them that way had distracted her enough to get caught in a group of them, with one long blade slicing from her shoulder blade to flank before she'd turned and broken open its skull with the ax she found.

It fucking hurt. Maybe it was a freaking welcome back gift because after that, the walls returned to dull gray, the nightmare eased, and with her own blood mixing into the stains of Silent hill, she started to dig herself out. A quick message to Gwen. Nightmare ended. Looking for a way out now. Don't come. No reason anyone else needed to get trapped in here if it could be avoided. (And why anyone else would come was still beyond her. She wasn't the girl Luke went chasing after, or the one Flash had.)

The stairs out of the basement took longer than she expected they would, the cut along her back declaring itself loudly with every step and soaking through to her jeans. At the top, she stripped out of her hoodie and left it there, littering the ground, uncaring. Every door she came to, she checked. The stores, the apartments, no dice. At the Fens, she grabbed a new one, her hands shaking as she zipped it up to her throat. Her hair, stained with ash and gore from half a dozen monsters, a few strands singed from grasping children hung limply down her back. The door was needed sooner, rather than later, exhaustion and the steady leak of blood spurring her on. Out the door and then - somewhere she could get patched up.

No thoughts past than the immediate relief of symptoms. She lingered in the store for a moment, something teasing at the edges of her awareness. Another monster? She breathed in deep, held it, no sound. Nothing. Something else. Quiet as she could, she crept to the back of the store to the dressing rooms. She nudged the first door open. Nothing.

But the second door was the Right One, the jackpot, the Holy Grail, Goldilock's Just Right 'cause she shoved her shoulder into it and stumbled out into the hotel, biting back her howl as she fell onto her wounded side. An immediate curl and roll onto the side that wasn't laid open-] Fuck.

[During this.]

[Locked to "Hels" W]
Apparently, you're my sister.

[Locked to "Gwen"]
Are you real?

[Locked to Selina K]
[After some cursor blinking.] Cat. The girl is your daughter.

ETA: [Locked to Tony S]
Your friend, the cat, is upset.

[During all this.]

[locked, this time, to hels.]

Are you alright?

[After talking to Flash, because she knows better. Hastily scribbled.]

Don't let him [...] anyone. Don't come

DO NOT

[Any responses will have to wait.]

[Peter P.]
[After all the MK drama and Gwen stuff has died down.]

Hey man.

[Hels]
[After talking to Gwen.]

Want to talk about it?

[Batfam+]
[After talking to Hels. Flash has no idea who's on the lock, but he also doesn't care.]

Hey. Hels is in the Silent Hill door. She ran there cause she got upset over something, but it's not safe. Someone needs to get her out.

[Locked to Unknown]

Hey.

ETA [Locked to Tony S.]

I can't visit Gwen because goddamn Jason Todd is a brainless shitbag that threatened her?

[What Helena wanted to do was to go back to her lonely little apartment in Tokyo, throw the covers over her head, and stay there, cocooned away from the world at large. Doing that however, was one step closer to death and swansong and returning to that dark place wasn't an option. Thus, it was all about perpetual motion - in the hotel, out of the hotel, get the Tesseract out of Dragon Age where Solas had left it and find a new home for it, doors, doors, doors, talking on the journals, anything to keep from stopping until she fell into an exhausted heap on her own bed to sleep for three troubled hours before she was up again. Go. Go. Go.

This however was something she wanted to do. Marta, the baby Bean, maybe even Seven - it'd be good to see them without any major issues like ice cream shortages or toxins being released on the city. A good mystery always helped too, because something was up with Marta. Not sirens-going-off up with Marta, but a slow steady flailing of flags that teased at her brain.

She'd figure it out. Clad in jeans and a pink hoodie that was less the color of Pepto and more pale rose pink (white tank underneath; the whole thing reminded her of Kara), she walked up to the door of Seven's place, dogs heralding her presence and knocked.]

[Following this.]

You'd think with the obvious attempts for attention, you'd come out of your hole, clown, instead of hiding behind a grin carved on a dead man's face.

[Voice to text, all from Hels. During this.]

[Flash T]

Hey there cowboy.

[Peter P]

Are you the same Peter with the spiderbots?

[Tony S]

I know you have her, where is she?

[While she's in Tony's Bay Lab, unable to sleep. She spends a long time trying to figure out who to reach out to and, in the end, she goes with her gut, and she doesn't even make lots of lists or anything. She comes up as "Unknown" on the journal.]

[Locked to Hels]
Hey.

[Seven]
[During this. She's holed up in the room she's been staying in on the first floor, door closed. She's mostly been sleeping the days away (except for Saturday, when she had Tommy take her to the nearest drug store to get a Father's Day card to give Seven on Sunday - from Bean). Devi is only sometimes allowed in the room, depending on Marta's mood.

Abrupt, and with no lead-in.]

I have a half-sister.


[Hels]
[It comes with no accompanying message: a photo of Seven, hair long and loose around his face, scruffy and in need of a shave, obviously asleep with his mouth open slightly. He's half-reclined into the corner of the couch, one sock-clad foot propped on the coffee table in front of him. He's at just the right angle for him to hold Bean on his chest, the angle of the photo just catching the chub of her cheek below a mess of dark hair. Seven's hand is wide and protective over her back. One of the dogs has climbed onto the couch next to Seven, had also been asleep with its head on his thigh, but the photo catches one sleepy eye cracking open to look at the camera.]

[Bruce W]
[As 'Faust'.]

Babs is gone. Thought you should could let everyone know.

[Luke H]
[As Hels.]

Did you stay out of all the problems in Marvel this time?

[She's home from the hospital and with time that allows her to backread the journal, which she hasn't done in a while. From her temporary room on the first floor of the house while she heals up a little more. So she sees that Ella is back, and she realizes she doesn't know very many other people. Helena is added even though she knows Seven probably already told her. On separate locks, but the same words.]

[Thor, Hels W, Ella M]
The baby is here. A little over a week now. It happened early but everything's fine now.


[Seven M.]
[...] There are bottles in the fridge.

[Public: After Marta yells at him, he yanks the public.]

[Sam A, Hels W: It's a fucking girl! The birth announcement comes with a picture of Bean in all of her pink-faced newborn glory, with her shock of downy black hair (Seven likes to sweep it up into a fauxhawk style whenever Marta's not looking) and green eyes like her father's.]

Sawyer Olivia Flores Morgan
born at 7:12 pm on 6 June 2015
6 lbs 2 oz

She's fucking perfect.

[Marta F: A wide, flat jewellery box is left on her pillow. Inside is a necklace in 16K white gold, with three small, blue stones: sapphire, alexandrite, and tanzanite. The first two are his and the baby's birthstones - but Marta doesn't actually know her birth month, so he chose the tanzanite for the month that they met.]

[Evelyn T & Solas group lock]

Are you busy?

Who: Bruce and Helena
What: A welcome home.
Where: Batcave
When: Backdated to right after Bruce's reappearance
Warnings/Rating: C for cute and F for feels.

( He hugged her back, arms around her and his cheek against her hair, because maybe he didn't need to remember. Maybe knowing how he felt was enough for the moment. )

[Some crackling. JARVIS has to do a lot of work to try to bridge the various comm lines, and he's been cut off from most of the places he's used to being (example a: Tony's suit). He manages to join the Avengers comms, those from other doors on the line, and localized aid in Stark Tower, just in time for some real chaos. Peggy coughs into the line through smoke and dust: an inauspicious beginning.

Smoke and debris is now billowing out from the center levels of Stark Tower after the explosion in one of the main labs. On the ground, HYDRA agents not bright enough to make themselves scarce in the chaos have all either retreated into small pockets of resistance, or are quickly being taken into custody by arriving National Guard.]

Sound off, please. Bloody hell. Is the building coming down?