Rooms

[Posted anonymously.]

Are there any professional counselors or therapists here?

[From zombieland. Before this.]

[locked to misty anon.]

hi.

[After this, late in the evening.]

[Locked to Neil D]
Your girl's gone, huh? You need help?

[Locked to Louis D]
You gonna tell me if you're alive?

[Locked to Sam A]
Hey, mami.

[Locked to Penny R]
Am I seeing things, or are you actually around?

[Locked to Elena M]
You been quiet, flaca.

[Locked to Iris M]
Sorry for that phone call.

[The $100,000 account is opened, as requested. Unfortunately, because there is no official custody agreement for Teresa, the money is placed into an account directly in her name. This account is accessible only by Teresa, and, as a result, has no caveats on its access once she is no longer a minor.]

[After this, when he gets home. Late and/or early, depending on your point of view.]

[Locked to "Protester" Anon]
Okay so I been thinking

[Locked to Neil D]
hey amigo. you gotta minute?

[Locked to Elena M]
[Slow, careful typing.] You gonna tell me what you wished for? I know it musta been for Teresita and I don't wanna ask for something redundant.

So, what will it be?

[Ring ring!]

[Locked to Elena M]
[The location of the abandoned brewery.] Corvus will be there tonight, if you can swing by. I need to go out, so it'll help to have someone he knows there. He's calm, but you'll want to be cautious.

[Locked to Ella D]
Mind giving me a night off? I finally have Corvus situated, Brandon is still working on the kid. I just need a sleepover for Amanda and Luke's kids, if you can juggle it and have enough warm coats to get here.

[Locked to Max M.]

I'm ready to meet with your friends who need help.

Who: Elena & Cris
What: A horrible reunion
Where Bioshock door.
When: Now.
Warnings: Violence, gore.

Somewhere beyond the sea
somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands
and watches the ships that go sailin'

[Tunnels of glass with a 360 degree deep ocean view. Fish, whales, sharks swam by. Beyond that was neon. Neon signs for bars glowed red, hotels in gold yellow, corporations burned blue and purple even this far down on the ocean floor. Rapture was the only light this far down, and the view was beautiful. The long coridors of thick glass were serene, a beautiful view of the 1950s. It wasn't decayed, nothing was rotten or rusted, everything was preserved. The further that one walked through the ocean-view corridor, the music grew louder. At the end of the corridor, a hydraulic door hissed open to the entrance of what might have been a massive hotel lobby. There was a fountain and spiral staircases on each side. Several bodies laid in the fountain face down, long dead. There was a bar in the corner, the tender slumped against the register with the back of his skull beaten through to brain tissue. Next to the bar, there was an intercom, and from there, Elena's voice sizzled through.]

Dios mio, you shouldn't have come here. I think I was halfway to the submarine home, but I'm doubling back. I'll find you. If you hear voices, hide.

[The intercom pops quiet, and from above the stairs, there can be voices heard. Women(splicers) shrieking, "YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" And then, a male's voice, "This little fish looks like he just had his cherry popped! I wonder if he's still got some ADAM on him." If Cris climbs the stairs and bypasses the splicers in their rabbit masks, there are more bodies littering the floor.]

Is anyone familiar with Bioshock?


[And then.]
[After Sam comments, this is deleted.]
I want to speak with the woman my husband is leaving me for.

[Public, simply as "Michael"]

I'm looking for a Maria.

Who: Elena
What: Ending up in another door, Bioshock
When: Now


It was beautiful, she thought. Everything so art deco with an elegance worthy of Gatsby. This place was a golden age relic with an ocean view out of every window. Not a beach view, this city was far, far beneath the sea. Everything was bars and gilded starcases, chrome and tile. Cole Porter played on the loud speaker, and it seemed to Elena like a massive yet vacant hotel of some sort. There was an element of decay to its beauty, and nobody seemed to inhabit it -- not immediately. Aside from the music, it was quiet, eerie quiet. The neon still glowed in the signs, but nobody manned the service stations or bars.This was an underwater world lost, forgotten to time.

It would be awhile before she came across the bodies, all of the bodies. Corpses everywhere for no appaent reason. People facedown in fountains, bartenders slumped over cash registers. The ballroom was a massacre, bullets that spilled brains, bullets that spilled spinal fluid. Even with hands over her eyes, Elena remembered other scenarios. War. War happened here.

Beyond that were the glass hallways which proved this pretty hotel, whatever it was, way under water. From the windows, she could see the lights of other buildings, other corporations. It seemed like a dream, a Rockefeller remake. She stood at the window for a long while, watching fish swim by as she wondered about the differences, if this was past or future. The signs said RAPTURE.

[Locked to Micah C]
[The number to a burner phone, as promised.]

[To be served to Elena M at her Brooklyn apartment]
[Delivered in person (not by Cris) to Elena are the following: Summons With Notice, Affidavit of Defendant, Notice of Automatic Orders, Notice Concerning Continuation of Health Care Coverage, and Child Support Standards Chart. The Uncontested Divorce packet names the grounds of the divorce as "Irretrievable Breakdown in Relationship."]

[Call to Elena M]
[After the papers are served, ring!]

[Call to Elena M]

[To her VA associated Brooklyn office, at a decent hour. Ring.]

[Posted anonymously.]

Anyone asking for assistance with a gunshot wound to the upper arm is a man named Micah, a convicted rapist, recently escaped from apprehension.

[Public except for Neil D & Louis D]

[Anonymously]

I'm looking for a doctor.

ETA: (After this, the post disappears and no further responses are made.)

[Twenty minutes after this.]

[Call to Elena M]
Ring!

Who: Elena & Pepper
What: a meeting about Stark Industries potentially supporting the Teresita Project.
Where: Brooklyn, Elena's office place.
When: Christmasy time, jusy after, while Elena has Teresa.
Warnings: None

( The premises were Brooklyn and Manhattan had long left itself in the rear-view as the town-car drew close to the curb and Pepper swung out from the backseat, impeccably high heels first. Wealth was made all the more ostentatious in the small, unassuming premises; the suit was black instead of cream but the cut was quietly expensive as were the shoes. )

Another year gone by. Feels like they slip by faster and faster every year.