Rooms

[Public AS SIREN]

My king is gone. The bunnies must feel so safe in their beds.

[Public]

Anyone else want to sleep for a week?


[Lock to Dick Grayson]

You and me, once clean up or whatever is done. Either a drink or coffee depending on when it is.


[Lock to Jason Todd]

So I'm going to go on a limb here and say you're not the exact Jason I know, or something of that sort?

[CALL: TESS/CAL]
Ring, ring.


[LOCKED: TESS/SHANE]
Where are you? I hear everyone's meeting at Russ' place but didn't see your name.

[Written in a huge, furious scrawl.]

SERIOUSLY?????

[Public as Siren]

Commissioner. Aren't you missing a few piggies?

[Public]

So get-out-of-jail-free cards. Are they a thing?

['Robin']

A Wayne?

[Steph/Eddie N]

So that Ra's guy talking about welcomes home? Is this usual bad-guy stuff here?

[ETA: Bruce Banner]

Doc, you still work with Gotham shelters?

[Locked to Tess A]

[After the mess of shit earlier.]

Is it always like that?

[Group lock to Bruce Wayne, + Alexanders/ - Iris]
Dear Batman,

So, we stole some shit before we left your digs, yeah? Iris "vouched for us," but we're trashy, so, yeah, not her bad. It's like that scorpion and the frog thing, yeah? But we have a bunch of zombie ppl with us, and we just don't have any $.

Love,
Your In Laws & their life of crime

PS. Also, cool to know you're probably not a rapey fuck. Mad props!

[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.]

[Public]

Hello, Gotham.

[Private to GPD]

My name is Winnie O'Hara and I was a detective in Vegas. I have proof and I'm willing to go through any tests or training you deem necessary. Honestly, I really just want to get to work.

[Sam got to the penthouse first, and the place was the kind of swank that made Neil's digs in Aria look fucking provincial. She was worried about seeing her ppl, but it shouldn't be so bad, yeah? None of them had seen her aged up but Lou, so the others would just think she was a little younger. But whatever, because Tessy hadn't freaked, and so maybe no one else would either.

She'd wandered through the place, counted all half-dozen guest rooms, and wondered why the fuck her insane sister had a mattress in the master bedroom closet. But whatever, because the place was awesome. She'd found a pendant in the master bedroom, some thing that probably cost like a 100k, and she was wearing it with a wifebeater and corduroy overalls in olive green. The gap from her teeth was missing, and it looked like she might have gotten a busted nose during her years in Arkham, but she was sitting on the kitchen counter, drinking one of Iris' five million packets of tea and swinging bright yellow Docs like life was just amazing.

The place was full of sleeping zombie survivors now, and if she got through this shit, then she'd be able to face Neil.]

[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.]

[LOCKED to Callum Alexander]

You busying solving crimes and shit or you got time for your brother?

Who: Callum Alexander
What: A narrative
Where: His apartment -> bar -> motel -> back home
When: After this.
Warnings/Rating: Some mentions of sex, nothing explicit.

( This place wasn't all it was cracked up to be. )

[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

[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.

Who: Callum Alexander
What: Narrative
Where: Gotham City
When: Recent
Warnings/Rating: None to speak of.

( The baggage he had been carrying was gone. )

Does anyone have the ability to give me powers? I don't feel safe without some kind of way to protect myself these days. I have money.

( Cut for Tony's inevitable bad language. )