Rooms

[locked to selina k.]

[A long string of cursor blinks, then:] Hey. Thanks for making sure I was safe.

[locked to dick g.]

[A sketch of a Best Brother Ever button. The real one will come when she ] Thank you. For saving him.

[locked to bruce w.]

Hey. Welcome back.

[locked to iris m.]

Checking in.

[locked to damian w.]

Okay?

[note to eddie n.]

[Taped somewhere he can find it is this poem. Underneath, in purple scrawl, is:] Thank you for loving me for every flaw.

[Bruce W]
[She hasn't heard from him in a while, and with everything going on...]

Bruce?


[Public]
[The shelter she's been staying in has been attacked again, and it's no longer fit for anyone to stay there. She and several other women are hiding at the moment.]

[...] Has everyone in Gotham been able to find safe places?


["Gray"]
[Still Anon.]

Last time we spoke, you seemed to know the people we were inhabiting at the mall. Are you [...] in Gotham?

Did a memo go around? Crime spree, all of Gotham: invited?

[Posted anonymously, in careful letters.]

Colombe.


[Bruce W]
[She's heard some of the women talking about strange things happening. Nothing specific, but more-than-usual talk about wanting to leave Gotham. She waits another day or two before giving in.]

Is everything alright?

[Locked to Iris M]

Still in search of employment?

[Locked to Clementine M]

Let's talk and be adults, yes?

[Address of the club along with his phone number.]

Who: Iris
What: Starting a new life
Where: Gotham
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: Some talk of injury. Job hunting.

( She felt like her own life was sand slipping through her fingers, and for once she was doing her best to keep it all held close )

[The day after her release from the hospital. Not that that's common knowledge. The hospital actually did a decent job of keeping it quiet.]

[Alexanders+]
I'm not certain who was there that night, but I know there was more than one person. So I wanted to say thank you to everyone. I really appreciate it. I don't know if I can ever repay the kindness, but I hope someday I can.

[Bruce W]
[...] Thank you.

[ETA #1, after this. Pressing hard enough to be fairly bold.] I took some things from the penthouse. I figured I should let you know.

[Hatter]
I'm alright. No more red. I'm sorry I didn't answer you sooner.


[Public, Very Anonymously]
[Printed as neatly as possible, which is tricky due to one of the cuts that runs from the inside of her right wrist over the round base of her thumb. The printing looks different than the easier, looser letters she uses to write to those she knows.]

I've seen other people do this here before, though I'm not sure how well it works.
I need a job. I don't have a lot of job experience, and I [...] am not able to interact with the public.
Typing? Filing? I know it's a long-shot, but I thought I'd try.
I'm also going to need a place to live eventually



ETA #2:
[Comments may or may not be replied to after this.]

Who: Iris
What: Hospital (in and out)
Where: Gotham
When: Handwavey now? Past few days all condensed into one post?
Warnings/Rating: Hospitals, injuries.

( Iris hated hospitals )

Who: Alexanders+
What: Rescue Mission
Where: Wonderland -> Gotham Penthouse
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: Injuries. Blood.

She wasn't certain where she was. It was faded and blurred, lightheaded and cold. The too-familiar scent of pennies on the back of her throat. Lines of fire and ice on her skin. The world spun. Dirt and tea and pennies and pain.

The world skipped. Stopped. Stuttered. Eyelids blocking golden sun. She was cold again.

Voices, familiar and not. Skin slick and gritty when someone lifted her. It felt like half of her was left on the ground, too light to make a difference to anyone. She hadn't expected this. Things had been calm. Happy. At least for a little while.

The world moved, and she didn't know where. She didn't know who. The movement pulled forward the fire she was trying to ignore, and it was with gratitude that she slipped into the grey fog that was suddenly on her.

[Shortly after this. Three fingers of drippy, smudged scarlet across the page.]

Who: Iris and Cat
What: Wonderland meetings
Where: The wilds of Wonderland
When: Now-ish
Warnings/Rating: General Wonderland weirdness, probably some violence

( This place. She'd wandered too far. )

Where is the little bird?

[After cleaning up + crashing in Italy.]

[locked to damian w.]

I heard that the suit worked. How are you?

[locked to steph n.]

I'm sorry I didn't check in sooner, how've you been?

[locked to the JL.]

I hope you all haven't missed me too much.

[locked to jim g.]

Hello, Gordon. I [...] wanted to let you know I'm coming back.

[locked to iris m.]

Iris?

[locked to selina k.]

[...] How does it feel to be back in the land of the living?

Who: Iris and Hatter
What: Hide and Seek (but not the game)
Where: Renaissance Italy -> Passages Hotel
When: After this and this.
Warnings/Rating: Angst likely, weirdness also likely, will update if needed

( She was running. Maybe not physically, not in the heavy skirts of the dress she still wore, but she was running nonetheless )

[Shortly after the ETA, once she's recovered recovered from some of her embarrassment.]

[Bruce W]
I know you don't want me in Gotham anymore, but most of my [...] family is there. My sister said something about a toddler and zombie survivors, and they had nowhere to stay. I said they could stay. In the penthouse. My sister promises it will only be for a short while. [Pen press, pause.] I'm sorry I didn't ask you first.


[Damian W]
[After a while to decide if she should or not...] If you are the one that is helping my family, thank you.

[Locked to the Alexanders +Russ]
So, I didn't show. I didn't want to go Daniel's like blue in England. Like srsly blue. Once I get my shit together, we need to get Lin and go fix his crap.

Yeah, also, bitches are probably getting evicted from sleeping on my floor in 10 days or something. I haven't paid rent in months, and I got the notice when I tried to when I bailed.

Ok, and if shit is eating ppl, find someplace safe to crash.

ETA:
So, there's this like 100 story bldg called Wayne Tower. You can't fucking miss it, and I guess Iris is banging Batman, so we can use their sexpad, since they're kicking it in Italy. If there's a bar, we're not drinking everything on the first night.

Migrate your asses before you get eaten. The place probably has hella space, so leave the master for Iris and her sugardaddy.

[Locked to Damian W]
We haven't talked in like a billion fucking years, and I know you're probably busy with the cannibal, but can I get you to make like one phone call for me? It's important, or I wouldn't bother you.

[Call to Neil D]
[From the Penthouse. Ring.]

[During this.]

[Locked to Amelia T]
the fuck are you and the kid?

[Locked to Alexanders+]
we got out

[Locked to Maggie D]
okay?

ETA: [Locked to Joey A]
need you to find Cal

[Several days after this, after he misses their planned trip into Florence. Lucia's told her that he hasn't been seen around the villa at all, not even to sleep. It's when she finds that out that she begins to wonder. And worry. But it takes a little longer still for her to do anything about it. And she tries to keep it light at first.]

I think Lucia may be plotting your downfall at this point. Did you forget to tell her that you were leaving?

[Nothing about telling her. She (still) thinks that Lucia should rate higher, at least in the sharing of house information.]

[PUBLIC.]

Need a job. In Gotham.

[Group Lock to all Alexanders(+Iris) and (in a rare extension of caring) all Donovans too.]

We all in one piece?

[Alexander/Donovan family: minus Sam and Neil]

Sam's fine. door hopping, back next weekend.

[Ford C]

I'm gonna be at the garage late. you need anything, I'll bring it back after work.