Rooms

[Marta F]

We should talk about names for Bean. I mean, maybe. Right? Little girl names? [Totally not freaking out.]

[Sam A]

Hi?.

[Helena W]

Still gone somewhere?

Who: Seven M & Liam R
Where: Liam's apartment in Manhattan
When: Several hours after this.
Warnings/Rating: TBD


( Jesus Christ. Between the two of them, Seven was pretty sure that several years had already been taken off his life. He should send them matching invoices for the blood pressure medication that he was undoubtedly going to need. )

[Seven M]
[Pointing him toward Liam's comments.]

???


[Thor]
[Posted as "fierce and fret" anon from the Halloween Party.]

Hey. It's Marta the girl from Halloween. Am I allowed to check in on you?


[Ella D]
[After a little hesitation.]

Hey, Ella.

As nice as it is to travel, coming back home is always something to look forward to.

The city looks nice this Christmas. Cheerful. I almost feel like it's the holidays.

[After she loses the blonde and has her hair recolored.]

[Harley Q]
[As Hels, no W, no full name.]

Got plans on Christmas?

[Seven]
[Also as Hels.]

You better now?

[Marta]

Doing okay?

[St John A.]
[As "Gem."]

Wanna go exploring?

I never realized how invigorating a change of scenery could be.

You fucking told her about Liam? [There's a question mark, and yet, it's really not a question so much as an incredulous epithet.]

[Phone call, because he can't wait for journals or texts or the time it might take to search the house.]

Ring.

[Locked individually to Damian W, Gwen S, Eddie N, Bruce W and after a little hesitation, Seven M and Marta F]

Okay?

[ETA: Individually locked to Natasha R and Jo H]

Okay?

Ever get that feeling that there's something you're missing, and you can't figure out what it is?

So what do you do when the girl you've been fucking ends up knocked up even though she's on birth control and you always wear a condom?

[Text]

You home?

[Locked to Seven M and Marta, individually]

Do you remember Are you okay?

[Locked to Erik L]
[As Alison V.]

Did you find him?

[After this and this.]

He is made of screaming. Wrenched and twisted metal doesn't glow hot but it should, presses the smell of burnt skin against the inside of his nostrils, and there is the trickle of blood that flows over the hollow of his cheek. He's there, slumped against the fractured window of his truck's cab as the glass spider-webs out from the spot where his temple has slammed through, and he's somewhere between unconsciousness and the tin-can clatter of fired bullets on the other end of an imaginary line.

Doesn't matter that Marta hasn't actually been shot, because all that he knows is a dark-haired girl with a foul mouth and a streak of bad luck and a hole in her chest. So he's there, and the only movement that runs through the length of his frame is a seizure: just a few seconds, just a writhing bolt of neural electricity and there is light-pink blood foaming at the corner of his mouth. Blood pooling in his lap. Coagulating against the back of his tongue like a thick, wet clot of copper.

[Locked to Bruce W.]

She's here now.

[Locked to Eddie N.]

Did Bruce update you?

[Locked to Becky L.]

Remember me?

[Locked to Seven]

How are you? How's Liam?

[ETA: Text to Steve R.]
[After this.]

Have you got a Jo Harvelle at the Tower?

[The dogs were gone. She knew her mama was in the bedroom, fucking her latest boyfriend. She knew that when they were done, he'd come out for her. She could get away now. She had to go now. She knew what would happen if she didn't.

The apartment door unlocked with a quiet snick of deadbolt, opened without a creak of oil-hungry hinges. And she pulled it shut behind her once she was out. She knew some kids in the neighborhood. She could stay with them, maybe. But once she was down on the street, so many people walking by, they all had his face. The first one. The one that liked to paw at her with fat, greasy hands. She pushed herself against a wall, back to it, thin shirt catching the brick, brick scraping skin but pressing blessedly cool against fabric that was soaked through with sweat as she shivered. Brick was wall and on the wall, just a little bit away, was a phone. She could call for help.

Someone.

She would call someone. Someone that would help. Fingers dialed a number that somehow seemed familiar.]


[The caller ID didn't bring up anyone's name. But the automated voice asked if the charges would be accepted for a collect call from: "...*shaky sigh* Hello? Is anyo-"]

Looking for anyone who might know the whereabouts of a girl named Marta Flores. She's been living in the Marvel door. She dis left the house without her keys or her bag, and she hasn't answered my attempts to contact her.

[A pause.]

As far as I can tell, she isn't registered at any of the quarantine zones, but I don't know how reliable that info might be, and I need to find her.

[Locked to "Seven"]

Hey, hi, you don't know me, are you a friend of Liam's?

ETA [Locked to Selina K]
[After this.]

Selina?

[After coming home and finding the front door wide open, with her keys in the lock and her bag sitting in the hallway. Her journal isn't among her things or in her bedroom, so he assumes she has it on her.]

Where the hell are you????

[Locked to Sam A]

Did you know that she was here?

ETA: [Locked to Seven M]

Come over?