Rooms

Who: Ashleigh Donovan
What: A time jump
Where: Tales Door
When: Recently!
Warnings/Rating: Nothing of note

( When she walked through the door that led to the world that Jack lived, Ashleigh had every intention of surprising him. )

[Written, not typed, in messy script.]

[donovan lock.]

Hey. I'm alive. What's going on?

[locked to sam a.]

[Heavy pen press.] Hi.

[locked to ella d.]

Sorry. How'd you get through the hotel thing? How's Beth?

[Group lock to Ashleigh D and Pinkie P]

Doing okay?

[Locked to Eddie N]

How is everything in Gotham?

[Public]

I'm looking for [Nothing posted.]

[Individually locked to each separately.]

I'm going to find another door to stay at. Didn't want you to worry if you came to Metropolis looking for me.

Everything's fine. Be safe and take care of yourself.

-Ash

Forgot how lonely a new city could be.

[locked to eddie n.]

[Hours after he leaves after his visit and after finally seeing this. Blink, blink blink for a long while before finally:]

Is it true?

[locked to ash d.]

[Blink, blink.] Sorry I've fallen off the face of the Earth. [Blink.] Complicated shit.

[locked to selina k.]

[A long string of cursor blinks before finally:] Hi, Kitty.

[After talking with Pinkie, Jack made sure not to include meat in any of their dishes, out of respect for the little pink haired pony. Instead, across the surface of the picnic table by his firepit were bowls filled with salad, cut vegetables, even homemade potato salad, as well as some cut and whole fruits. Of course no party was complete without cupcakes (mostly for Pinkie and Ashleigh, Jack wasn't a huge fan of the sugary deserts) and after a few minutes of waffling, Jack brought out glasses of water, though he left the milk in the cold box.

It'd been a long time since he'd had a dinner party and this wasn't quite like any of the ones he had before. This wasn't champagne and tuxes and chaffeurs to take someone from the party to home like he was used to with his father. But, even with them not here yet, he was finding himself enjoying this more. It was a good sign. A positive sign, and he called Spot away from the table where he was sniffing as he opened his cabin door to the hotel for his visitors.]

[locked to ashleigh d.]

I hear you're going to the City of Tomorrow.

[Locked to Ashleigh D]

I got ponied.

[Locked to Eddie N]

We can meet at my office, but it's being renovated, so if you would prefer somewhere else, let me know. I've got another office I'm renting out temporarily, but it isn't much.

[Public]

Last Sunday's mass was at least 20% smaller than it's ever been. Even around this time of year. Two baptisms were cancelled and three funerals never happened. One guy who went missing a few weeks ago? He just showed up like nothing was wrong and I swear to god he made my brain feel like it had bubbles in it. Gotham is known for being weird, but this is giving me the goddamned creeps.

[Private to Selina K.]

Calling the bank heist off. Steph is You going to be in Gotham any time soon?

[Locked to the Donovan family]

I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be moving to Metropolis sometime next week. A [...] friend has helped me get a flat there and a job to go along with it.

Come visit sometime?

Also, Alexander is back. I want to tell you but

[public]

this isn't gotham

i'm a pony

kitty alice mousey iris riddle man i'm a pony!

( cut for pony pic! )

[Locked to Eddie N]

Can you help me find a place to go?

[Locked to Alexander M]

[It's turning into a diary of sorts, a place to put her thoughts even if no one's around to listen to them. It's easier, she thinks, than saying 'Dear Diary' and writing to an inanimate object. At least Alexander was real at one point in her life.]

( Dear Alexander... )

[Locked to Eddie N]

I've read it. Is there anything you want to tell me that isn't in here?

[Locked to Ashleigh D]

Have you ever heard of a pony world?

[Locked to Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle]

So do you both come from the same world?

[Call to Eddie N, Thursday morning]

Ring!

[Locked to Louis & Neil D]

[After talking to Eddie]

I've some information for you.

[Wednesday night, there's a very interesting sight outside Wayne Tower (it's the tallest building in town, see?). Hoisted high on the flagpole is a very naked woman. She's uninjured, but there is a name written over and over on her bare skin in red VERY permanent marker: DONOVAN.

The boy that hoisted her up is standing there, waiting to be arrested, the marker in his hand. He's no more than twenty, and he offers no reason for his actions. However, everyone in Gotham knows the patsy boy's a Falcone. It's his last name, after all. There's nothing tying the well-known crime family to the crime, though. There never is.]

[Locked to Donovans]

Everyone check in?

[She hasn't heard from him since he broke things off with her, isn't even sure if he's still around any longer or if he's still in Vegas. But writing helps her get some of her thoughts out, and it's better than talking to herself to clear her mind. So she locks the post, just in case, and lets it out.]

( Dear Alexander... )

I kind of miss Las Vegas. For all the mess that it was, at least it was familiar and comfortable.

Also wondering what people back there are saying about the lot of us that just disappeared. Old coworkers. People we saw regularly. How do they explain our disappearance?