Rooms

[Locked to Jude M and Chloe M]

Are you ready for us, brother?

[Locked to Chloe M]

Everything is nearly packed. Are you ready?

Who: Alexander and Chloe
What: An interlude
Where: The gardens at their estate
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Some kissing, nothing more.

( The evening was warm. )

[Locked to Clementine]

Your belongings from the cubby, including pictures of your sister, are dropped outside of the Gatsby door, and everything else that was in your room. If someone takes it first, it's theirs. Never come inside again, and if I sense or hear that any Alexanders are in Gatsby, I will kill them. Goodbye. [No responses after that, but the bag will be exactly where he said it is for an indefinite amount of time.]


[Locked to Chloe and Alexander]

You were right all along. I'm a bloody idiot.


[Locked to War]

I believe the Gatsby door is about to experience a dramatic change. For the better, or so they think.

[Public, as Chloe M]

This holiday has always given me mixed feelings.

[Public, posted anonymously]

Am I the only one looking forward to another body swap? Rough, messy sex and I don't have to clean up afterwards? Dying kind of sucked, but I'm sure it sucked more for the other person.

[no further replies to said post are made by her.]

[Public]

I seek the man who possessed the claws made of bone during the events at the shopping center.

Were you at the hotel last night?

[Locked to Clementine]

I think I have a lead on how to get you out. How are you?


[Locked to Chloe]

We can meet now.


[Locked to Alexander]

I know you're alive. And I have an amusing tale.

[Locked to Sacha L/Alexander M]

They know. Or at least... one person does.

I'm sorry. I need to not talk to these people, I know. What do you want to do?

I will pay someone literally one hundred million dollars* to bring a vial(s) of RGB polish in Violet, Minty, and/or Peacock (or China Glaze in Yellow Polka Dot Bikini ok), and like, 20 AA batteries to the hallway of the hotel. One hundred million dollars*, or one million bottles of Dr. Solomon's Cordial Balm of Gilead**. It cures everything. Even onanism.***

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* after inflation; just kidding, I don't have that kind of money lol
** after inflation; just kidding, I don't have that kind of money lol
*** this product has not been tested by the OP bc he's not fucking masochistic

[Locked to Sacha L/Alexander M]

I am sorry for my behaviour as of recently.

[Locked to Adam W]

Are you still here?

[Public]

Bit by bit, I find myself settling into these new surroundings. It's almost becoming normal, I must say.

[Locked to Gisele L]

Would you be a dear and have the servants clear out the basement cellar? The one with no windows.

[It was the third dream possibly, and Jude was starting to understand. He could feel the difference, the lucid aspect of being aware and looking around with knowing eyes. It didn't stop the dream from existing or being strange. He blinked a few times, blurry, and looked around. It was the Harvard library. He spent many an hour in there; Jude was a brilliant young man, but he strived for the very best grades. He made connections, sucked up to professors, went to the right events. But none of that mattered too much if he lacked the education he so searched for. The library was empty, however, which never happened. All the frantic and manic students gone, just like that. Unreal.

Jude stood and wandered throughout the hallways. The book shelves were knocked over. The pages scattered on the floor. Ripped or torn, or tossed in the wrong places. It was a disaster, the library, with lamps flickering and the phone off the hook at the front desk. Jude felt like this could easily head into zombie territory again, it had the feeling of a horror film, and he sighed. Could very well be he'd keep dreaming himself dead. Unless he could learn to control them, which hadn't happened yet. He was wearing a suit at least this time. He hated dressing casually, even in dreams, his suit was armor. He stepped on a picture and frowned, leaning town to pick it up.

It was a picture of a beautiful young woman, with long dark hair, with a smile and eyes that weren't shadowed and sad.] Chloe. [He said softly.]

Who: Nikola Tesla & Gisele Laurent/Chloe Murphy
What: First meetings.
Where: Passages Hotel
When: May 5
Warnings/Rating: None yet!

( Nikola had adjusted nicely to the new state of things. )

We have a visitor. His name is Eric. Do come out from your bedroom and try to be sociable.

[Locked to Jude M]

I wish I could [Nothing posted.]

[Locked to Ashleigh D]

I'm sor [Nothing posted.]

[Locked to Chloe M Gisele L]

There are times when I miss Jude.

[Locked to Adam W]

[Still as Gisele L]

Are you in the mood to travel? I'm quite tired of the lack of modern plumbing and I need to get out of here before I do something quite drastic.

[As Gisele L]

This is certainly an interesting situation.

Has anyone found any explanations as to the cause of this predicament?

[Public, as Jude M]

I've heard near death experiences can be very profound, but I could have picked a better purgatory than a mad man in Wonderland.


[Locked to Murphys]

Surprise.