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Standing on the nearest end-table are five glinting gold vials of felix felicis. No instructions, no note, though of course it's highly toxic if taken in larger quantities and it does make people feel a little more reckless. Have fun getting lucky, Casey.

[Zatanna Z]

Hey Ms. Z, my name is Casey Donovan. Believe you have my brother at your place. Mind if I come by? He's rather fond of me.

[Sam A]

Hello, biscuit.

[Around the same time as this.]

[locked to sam a.]

Hi. How is it?

[locked to lin a.]

Checking in.

[locked to casey d.]

Just letting you know I found Louis. [...] We're in Gotham. He's safe.

[locked to meredith j.]

We found Louis.

Have you decided?

OI! LITTLE CUPID! OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE! I'm ready.

[Locked to Joey A, Shane A, Iris M, Russ C, Lin A, Daniel W, Cris M, Neil D, Casey D, Jack C, Saint R, Preston R]

Hey, so Lou is sick and has some fucked up magic thing going on that's been causing his insomnia or whatever. He's missing, and we need to get him back, but we don't know where he is. If anyone hears about weird shit in their door, or hears from him, or is willing to go help find him or whatever, holla? He needs to get medical attention. He can do some magic shit that puts ppl to sleep too, so don't let him touch you or whatever if he's acting weird.

If anyone finds him, return him to Neil.

Hello, Casey.

[Sam wasn't really in the mood to shop. Yeah, ok, so she wasn't really in the mood to do anything but sleep on Cris' couch and wait for him to come back, so she could end this farce. But she had Teresita to worry about, and the little girl with the dark eyes and the bright smile was hard to be down around. And there was something hella comforting about patterns, yeah? Like things done without thought. Getting Teresita up in the mornings, making breakfast, getting the little girl dressed. Making sure Teresita got to school, and then Sam went home to sleep for the rest of the day. Then back up again when school ended, like life wasn't a complete fucking pretense between one school bell and the next.

Nights were better. Sam hadn't gone to get her welding stuff from Lou's, but she had the paints that Russ had taken to Ocean's, and it was comfortable or whatever, making dinner and then sitting around with a sketchpad as Teresita did her homework and asked a thousand fucking questions about everything.

The brownstone was messier than normal, but Sam didn't notice. Opera played through shitty iPhone speakers, and she explained the lyrics and helped Teresita to repeat the words as something played, muted, in the background on Telemundo. Then bedtime, and Sam was alone, and she could stop pretending.

But today was different, yeah? She'd promised Casey a shopping trip and, after Teresita went to school, Sam took the subway to where she was meeting him. Borrowed track pants, a sweatshirt and hoodie, and none of it fit right. Her dark hair was in two long braids, and she smoked a clove as she waited on the sidewalk.]

[Locked - individually to Sam A, and Neil D]

Viva Las Vegas.

what day is it?

[Public]

Day of Service has ended. Painted a school. Gave some music lessons.

Bored. Lets make out (day of service continues, amirite?).

[Dropped off for Sam A]

This and some crayons.

Drawn on the inside cover impressive AND in crayon:

Signed with - Already been in Gotham too long - Do Your Best Impression of Batman. Love, Casey. See you soon. Keep Calm and Crayon, baby girl.

Wait. Hold on.

Should I be more worried that I woke up back in Gotham, or more worried that I have an earring I didn't have yesterday?

Oh my God is it the gay ear? Which one is the gay ear? Quick. Someone. Gay ear. Go.

Neil? Louis? Thor? SAMMY?

[donovan lock.]

Roll call.

[locked to sam a.]

Hey?

[locked to lin a.]

I have no idea what's going on, but hi.

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