Rooms

[Locked to Matt M]
[After this broadcast.]

Sir?

[Headlines are made when an unknown man calls in to the late night WNYC radio show and informs the DJ that there are three dead men "mouldering" in a shallow grave in the basement of a tenement in Hell's Kitchen. In the short ensuing conversation, he comments that they are "men of Ireland."

The sound clip goes viral, as various scholars speculate the man is either a "classically trained Shakespearean actor with mistaken pronunciation" or a nutcase who likes to thee and thou.

Considerable excavation was necessary to unearth the remains, which were undisturbed. The bodies are over sixty years old; three white males, all victims of homicide. Given forensic evidence that is uncovered over the next weeks, they are theorized to be the buried results of gang conflict.

Composed of primarily Puerto Rican and Irish descendents, these gangs and their activity characterized Hell's Kitchen in the middle part of the last century.]

[Batfam +]

This Gotham has the same sociological structure of the one my dad used to tell me about circa 1980's. Has it always been this way? How am I supposed to

[All of it (including comments) is deleted after talking to Stephanie.]

[Public as Anon.]
[After realizing all her friends outside of the bat fam went poof:]

Single white female looking for a friend. 20's. Likes hipster music. Can pretend to like mainstream stuff, too.

[Public, as Matthew M.]

The man that speaks the news, what best is the station to hear him?

[Gwen S.]

How now, Arachne?

[Saint R.]

May I beg assistance with these hangman's ties? They do not lie right about my neck. In my home t'would be a good thing, but not here.

[A small-time vigilante is making weekday news in local NYC papers, making things difficult for local trafficking rings that are accustomed to moving pharmaceuticals and narcotics popular with the party scene. He is strictly seen haunting very specific neighborhood blocks, and there's the usual general speculation. The public is pleased to have a vigilante around beating the heck out of small time robbers, as long as they don't meet him in dark alleys.

Matthew Murdock is just irritated with the ongoing activity outside of his windows. Can't a body sleep around here without someone screaming murder?]

[Locked to Sharon C]
[After delivery of this.] "Better not tell you now."

[Locked to Flash T]
I'm stopping by the market on the way home from school, and I'm buying green things that I can pulverize into an unrecognizable smoothie, which you then will be required to consume. Spinach or kale?

[Locked to Matt M]
Are you doing okay, sir?

Who: Spider!Gwen & Matt Murdock
What: A meeting
Where: New York's fire escapes & rooftops
When: Recentish
Warnings/Rating: Nope!

( Thinking over the merits of this suggestion of disguise, he turned his head with a deep frown, his face a long blank behind the knitted length of the extended cap. )

Who: Matthew & Saint
What: Roommates
Where: Marvel's New York
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Clean and safe.

( Of those responses to the flyer that had been taped to the wall, Matthew was one of the least intrusive.  )

I am seeking a metalsmith, if one of good reputation be known to you.