Rooms

Now, if we can just take a break from the self loathing, abandonment issues, homicidal tendencies, and the broken hearts club for a tiny second and bring it back to my point about fairy tales...

Everyone's hearts are a little dark, a little charred I guess you could say. I don't think you'd all want to just sit back and let the worlds call you wicked. You all deserve to live happily ever after, there's more wicked here than there is good and there's more want here than there is anywhere else too. More desire, and passion, and horror. What does Snow White have that you don't have? I'll tell you. Snow White doesn't have [...] life experience. She was a sheltered little shit, you know. Nosy, bossy. An only child. And a princess.

But sweet in her own way. I took a shine to her right away. But her father not so much, he was old, I was a teenager, what did I want with that? I was in love already. Passionately. Forbidden love. All I wanted in the world was to marry my stable boy and live happily ever after. But no. I was, instead, forced to marry the King, become a mother to a child that wasn't mine. And when I went to tell my lover that I couldn't see him anymore Snow White overheard us and TOLD MY MOTHER WHAT SHE HAD SEEN.

Well. Imagine how well that went. And what happened to my lover.

So. There you go, there are two sides to every story, and I'm sure there are even more than that. One day I'll introduce you to my huntsman, he has a tale to tell of his own. And a heart as black as the rest of ours.

So. While I don't think half of you even know what you want, or what your deepest desire actually is. I do hope you get it. Before you kill each other.

Russ won't talk to me no more. Tell me about Nathan. Does he miss me? Has he forgotten me?

[Locked to Marina S]
[After this overabundance of joy.]

You still hating your man over there?

[LOCKED TO FORD C, RUSS C.]

Is he okay?


[LOCKED TO SHANE A]

Sorry

Who: Marina narrative
What: Psych stay and aftermath
Where: Psych ward, then home
When: Current-ish
Warnings: Mention of mental health stuff.

( When the court... )

[Publicly, after this.]

I'm in Gotham, and there's some woman named Evie looks like a dirty homeless thing in real bad need of a conditioning treatment. She tried to shoot some boys for nothing but pocket money and condoms, and she's crazy as loons, but she's saying folks here might know her.

Someone please come fetch her.

[She eventually deletes the contents when Evie goes off on her own after no folks offer help.]

[After this, and some digging to avoid a face to face confrontation.]

[locked, individually, to russell c. & marina s.]

[Yes, as Batman.]

Hello. [...] I'm aware that this is rather unorthodox, but I was wondering if [...] I could have a moment of your time.

[Sam A]

hey.

[Ford C]

you talking to me?

[Marina S]

are you

he's ok

sorr

you [Nothing.]

[After this.]

I know I ask you for a lot of favors.

[Marina S]

[Sometime around lunchtime the morning after CPS's visit arrives by recorded-delivery, a batch of paperwork from a medium-level Gotham legal office, setting out the intention of one Russell Campbell to sue regarding custody arrangements. The contact details for a lawyer at the firm are included.

[Ford C]

so don't freak the fuck out on me.

[Sam A]

they returned him this morning. she's got him right now.

[Not even ANON because she is high and drunk and who caaaaares.]

Anybody got the word on a good gigolo?

Who: Marina & Russ, Nathan asleep
What: Marina stops by after her shift, gets her self esteem demolished AGAIN.
Where: Russ' place
When: Recently.
Warnings: Language.

(  It wasn’t an invite. But it wasn’t a fuck-off-and-die. Somewhere behind a half-closed door, the belt clanked again, and emerged wearing a shirt and carrying boots. No words. )

Marina's place was closer to the Industrial side of Gotham. It was mob side and the Iceberg Lounge was a bit on the nicer side of things, but it wasn't like her apartment building was a complete shitshow. After the riots, things had been bad, but her boss stepped up afterward. The building was renovated, not Upper-East nice, but it was decent. The carpets in the hall were clean except for one place in the hall where somebody(we don't need to point fingers or name names) had broken a wine bottle. Red, faded burgundy stained the wallpaper and dripped down to the carpet, but it wasn't a large amount and it didn't even begin to resemble blood. Marina knew blood, and she still drank red wine like a priest on vacay.

The outside of her apartment was strung up in Christmas lights still because Nathan liked them, and Marina liked them, and nobody in the building said anything to her. Probably because of who she worked for. There was sound coming from inside the apartment, music loud, and the smell of Persian incense that infiltrated out into the hall.

[Locked to Marina S]
You here, sugar? My daddy said I could trust you some.

[Locked to Penny R]
How long's gone by?

[After fighting them through the rather horrifying hospital to a relatively less creepy hospital room and barricading them in it. And no idea of the differing time problems caused by the Silent Hill Door to everywhere else in the world, Evie rattles off a few messages.]

[Luke H with a cc to Wren H]

Wren and I went into a door a bit ago, it was cold and foggy, when we stepped in the door disappeared. We walked through cold snow and fog and into a dark, disgusting, old abandoned (except for the monsters) hospital. We have a little bit of food and water I brought with me. Flashlights, and I have one gun with one box of ammunition.

Does any of this sound familiar, and do you or anyone know how to get us home? Luke, Daisy is at daycare with Lia today, you're an approved picker-upper so you shouldn't have any problems.

We are okay. Pretty shaken up and scared, but alive and unhurt.

[Random ass group lock to: Clint B (obliviously), Shane A, Saint R, Marina S, Lin A, Sebastian V - basically anyone Evie has had more than one conversation with.]

Is anyone near or around Marvel, and/or able to get to Marvel and available to go to my place? You'll have to pick the lock... my landlord only has two of my friends on the list to get the key. We got a puppy for Christmas, his name is Chicken Nugget, and I would really appreciate someone looking in on him. My friend and I are stuck in another door right now. We haven't been gone long, but while we try and figure this out I definitely need a dog sitter and better safe than sorry. Any takers? I can pay you in homemade soap and lotion.

Sorry for the massive inconvenience. XOXO

I need a ride to work.

Come on 2015, be cool. Be Cool.

[Locked: Jack C]

I loved the song (and Daisy does too). Thank you. Happy New Year.

[Locked: Sebastian V]

Thank you for the wine, Sebastian. Happy New Year.

[Locked: Marina S]

Thanks for the gift card. Seriously. It meant a lot. Happy New Year.

[Locked: Saint R]

This gift is going to help with my New Years Resolution. Happy New Year, Saint

[Sam A]

this gotta be from you.

[Lin A]

you're forgiven so long as I don't have to learn how to play this fucking game.

[Louis D]

you planning on drinking this with me?

[Marina S]

what the f [nothing.]

[ETA: Cris M/Louis D]

so someone takes out life insurance on you: it look real fucking suspicious if they off you after?

You ever just gve the fuck up
?

Who: Marina & Russ
What: Gift wrapping.
Where: Marina's place in Gotham.
Warnings: Cursing, sad Marina-ness.

( This was honey swirled around incense, the flies caught in amber. It had been too long, too many fights and a little kid with bright eyes and a cloud of dark hair and he hadn’t lost himself at the bottom of something that made a bad idea seem like Christmas-come-early. )