Rooms

When the caffeine doesn't work, what do you use to help you stay up?

[Locked to Louis D]

Louis?

[After this.]

am i a monster?

Who: Liam
What: A twist of direction
Where: Rutledge Asylum | Wonderland
When: Recent
Warnings/Rating: Some darkness and gore.

( What had he done? )

What's the best thing you remember about your childhood?

Stay a while, they've said to me.

They don't seem keen on taking 'no' for an answer.

The doors are all locked and they've hid the key from me.

[Phone call.]

Ring.

[locked to the 'occupied' anon]

Are you there?

Who: Liam
What: A nighttime outing
Where: Marvel: New York City
When: Friday night
Warnings/Rating: Some darkness and NPC death

( Waking like this was a strange thing. )

[Locked to Seven M]

Are...

Are you there?

Can I call?

[A great deal of thought and care has gone into granting your heart's desire, Liam. Your cupid bears little trust in the hotel and its magic, and he doesn't want to fuck this up.

Saturday morning, Liam awakens with all of his memories of Seven Morgan restored in full, glorious, 4k ultra-mega-high-def resolution. The good along with the bad; love and anger and pain alike, all of the memories from their very first conversation on the journals up to present day have returned. There is the first time that they met in Vegas. The first time that Seven took him home. The first time that Seven picked him up from rehab. Every kiss, every fight, every flicker of emotion that has passed between them - even the small moments that would have otherwise been forgotten thanks to the fallibility of the human memory. Liam insisted that it would not be fair if he didn't remember it all, and so it's all there, as requested.

But cupid also decided that it was necessary to get a little creative. The sudden, violent flux from blank slate to remembering, though understandably overwhelming at first, will not break Liam's mind. It will not destroy him, despite his fragile state. For as long as he holds onto the memories of Seven Morgan, so too will he possess the ability to process them emotionally and rationally.

The permanence of this wish's granting remains entirely up to Liam.

Along with the wish, a small, typewritten note is delivered:

I still think you're brave. Happy Valentine's Day.]

It can't be Wednesday.

[After this.]

Fucking ring.

Who: Liam
What: A nighttime adventure
Where: Marvel: New York City
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: NPC death and darkness

( The sky was dark, clouds settling low, blocking out any moonlight that might have lit up the night sky. )

[locked to louis d.]

[It's a long shot, but...] Louis?

[public, anonymously.]

I'm interested in speaking to anyone who has knowledge of [...] magic or abilities. The strange and unexplainable.

[Public]

What the fuc hell? I get that I'm from warmer places and this is my first winter with snow, but this can't be fucking [That one slips out.] normal, right?


[Thor]

[Locked to him, but she forgets to keep it anon. Thank you, pregnancy brain.]

Not even the blanket is enough to deal with all this snow.


[Seven]

Devi and Bean and I have decided that snow is fucking stupid.


[Liam]

[Okay, maybe this one is a bad idea, but...]

How're you holding up with the snow?

Hey.

[Locked to 'Occupied' Anon]

Did it happen again?

[After spending a few days in other doors. Reading.]

Okay.

People of the Doors.

We need to talk.

Fairy Tales?

Fairy Tales? This is what you're teaching your children? This drivel?

Mirror, mirror on the wall?

Honestly?

You really think that a smart, capable, and may I remind you monarch, would go to all that trouble because Snow White was prettier than her?

What are you teaching your daughters?

Ladies. Come here. Listen to me, lovelies. This is all horse shit.

[Phone call to Seven M]

[The day after this. Caller ID shows it from a local hospital.]

Ring!