November 2015




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Mar. 10th, 2015


holly r., jason t.

[locked to holly r.]

Hey, kiddo. Got a second for an old bat?

[locked to jason t.]

Staying out of too much trouble?

Feb. 28th, 2015



Ah the East End smells of wet garbage instead of Axe.

[Bruce W]

Can I go to Marvel this weekend?


bruce w., selina k., penny r., eddie n., public

[locked to bruce w.]


[locked to selina k.]

Here, kitty, kitty.

[email to penny r. at the wayne foundation.]

Hi Ms. Ross,

My name is Stephanie Brown, and I'm the one who originated some of the (now apparently defunct) clinics in the city. I see now that you're in charge of Wayne funding for them. Care to chat? I just came back from another Got from a stay in Nigeria with Doctors without Borders and would love to help out in any way I can. I still also have access to the one clinic that is still open and intend to continue working there.

Email or call me at [phone number] if you ever have the chance.

- Stephanie Brown

[locked to eddie n.]

Hi I'm bac You probably don't want to [Just a blink, but nothing posted.]


Oh, Gotham. I missed your crappy deli coffee more than you'll ever realize.

Feb. 26th, 2015


eddie contacts a bunch of ladies basically

[Helena W.]

I need a break from Gotham. Have time to visit with an old, riddled friend?

[Harley Q.]

So, I had a chat with Joker before V-Day.

[Holly R.]

I'm going to worry in your general direction. Sound good?

[Penny R.]
[He finds her name while reading through Wayne business stuff and has never actually heard of her before. After checking to see if she was on the journals:]

There's only one shelter left in Gotham and the clinics are a joke, thanks to the hotel. Feeling overwhelmed yet?

Feb. 21st, 2015


SS Anon, Graham R, Public

[Street Steam Anon]

Hey, SS. I have a question.

[Graham R]

So has any of the wishing sucked yet, or does it all work out, in your door?


So we don't have girls on the game in public anymore. But that doesn't stop the rich brats trying to drag you in to give it for free instead.

I never thought I'd say I missed the mobs.

Feb. 16th, 2015



[Private to Selina and Holly. Cat group lock.]

I- can I sleep on your couch for a few days? I've been alone with computers for the past weekend and my stress levels are at an all time high. I'll cook and clean.

Feb. 15th, 2015


[public as lucy g]

Let's just say you drove your grandpa's car after he told you, maybe, that you shouldn't drive his limited edition Lamborghini. Because, maybe, you wanted to impress this guy, right? Because that's what people do.

And just say, maybe, maybe you might have scratched the paint. Maybe. Can you fix that with a Sharpie? Some nail polish? Or should I just go full psycho, drive the thing off the bridge, bail out, and let it sink to the bottom of the river?

Also, what happened to Gotham? I mean, Gotham has always been super weird, but why is Grandpa the mayor? Why is everyone hitting on me when I go out to get coffee? Don't get me wrong, I'm super hot, but usually this doesn't happen to me.



Who wished this? Because this? Not okay.


[public, locks to bloody anon, gwen s]

[locked to bloody anon]

[Once notice of the money comes through.]

Alright. Maybe I was a little too suspicious for my own good.

[locked to gwen s]

You guessed my size. Is this a special skill of yours you never told me about?


If I see one more rich kid mow down a little old lady because he doesn't know red means stop, I'm going to shoot the tires out on every lambo I spot.

Feb. 14th, 2015


wish: gotham - state of the door (bruce w, holly r, jim g, hal j)

[On Valentine's Day, things change in Gotham, and the changes will remain in effect for two weeks, until February 28th, when the wishes of Holly Robinson, Jim Gordon, Hal Jordan and Bruce Wayne fade.

When Bruce wakes up - just him - the city he lives in has changed. First off? Bruce Wayne is the mayor and has been for a number of years - re-election campaigns are being planned already. The city, the GCPD and the administration, they're good and they're clean. Good men with morals and a compass are the boys in blue and the mob? They never existed. And for the rest of Gotham? It's been that way for years. Unfortunately? Without the mobs, the traditional villains of Gotham are back. And without some form of mob-run camaraderie the fissures between the rich and the poor in Gotham are wider than ever. GCPD has to clean up all kinds of rich-fueled fun sprees, the aftermath of drugs and high-speed car races on Gotham's roads and of course, the sex trade is alive and well, and doesn't have a tightly-run mob network to keep women safe.

Everyone unaffected by magic and by doors, they think this is how Gotham is, how it has always been. Everyone else is aware something is not right. And Gotham is very good at staying how it is. It's not going to last long.

And there's something else.

Just like Bruce, the other citizens of Gotham are experiencing new things too. Heightened levels of debauchery and the urge to indulge. Nothing non-consensual, and they can certainly control themselves, but there's a definite lowering of sexual inhibitions in the air, a desire to throw sexual caution to the wind. There's also a very, very compelling desire to declare affection and love for others, even where the was reluctance in the past. And it's coupled with a need to spend time with those people, often to the exclusion of all else.]

Feb. 6th, 2015


Public, Street-Steam Anon

So we get floods here, instead of proper snow? Can we trade? I'm putting in a trade request.

[Street Steam Anon]

I worked out what I'm wishing for.

Feb. 2nd, 2015


holly r

Fill in the blank.

What I want more than anything is ______.

Feb. 1st, 2015


eddie n: public


Simply a picture of this.

Jan. 26th, 2015


Bruce W

[Locked to Bruce W]

So I know I don't have a great track record with getting involved, but Iris? Seriously?

Jan. 23rd, 2015


Tony S, Bruce W, Holly R

[Locked to Tony S]
I made your doctor friend a little bit angry.

[Locked to Bruce W]
[Oblivious to matters with Ra's.] Do you want to talk about Dickie and puberty, or would you prefer we talk about magicians, Mr. Wayne?

[Locked to Holly R]
Have I missed anything thrilling, kitten?

Jan. 22nd, 2015


holly r.

[locked to holly r.]

hey. made it back alive.

Jan. 15th, 2015


Quicklog: Holly and Dick

[After the disastrous aftermath of the shopping trip? There wasn't anywhere to run to. Selina's place? Felt a tiny bit like betrayal and while Selina was out, and the kittens wove furry demands around her ankles, it still felt like getting gone for a little while might be a good idea. But where to was sort of the thousand dollar question. Eddie was gone, she knew that. If he'd been around? He would have been talking about the shop and etiquette and the game. Even if she didn't know how you played.

And Stephanie? Also gone. So she dumped the shopping at the loft, bags spilling jewel-bright, soft sweaters and dresses and she headed out in white over black, the sweater butter-soft on skin. It looked expensive but she wasn't and the only place she could think of going was one that was light on people and big on dumb animals.

The cottage. And getting in the grounds would have been easy if she'd called up to the house, she was pretty sure Alfred wouldn't mind giving her a pass. But that? Wasn't how she'd done things when this was a refuge, a place to visit when everything was mixed up and the boy that had lived here was the best person to talk to. He wasn't here, and she wasn't even going to think of what he'd make of all that paid-for elegance bought with his dad's credit card.

She picked the lock, way better at that habit now and she pushed inside the cottage where the stillness and the quiet and the stale smell of empty suggested maybe this wasn't such a good idea.]

Jan. 11th, 2015


Locks of Love to the Ladies (idk guys)

[Locked Dick G/Clementine M]

Hi, Clementine. For future reference, if you want to talk about me to others, my last name is Grayson.

[Locked Dick G/Holly R]

Hey Mouth of the South Holly! [Dickie isn't leaving himself open to that one] Holly! Quit being a Yenta!

[Locked Dick G/Selina K]

It wasn't him. It was me. I don't know where the confusion came from, but it was me. The woman Holly was talking to about the night at the party was talking about me.


Graham R, Selina K, Bruce W

[After this]

[Graham R]

So I met Clementine.

[Selina K]

You and Bruce are good, right?

[Bruce W]

Thanks for the shopping trip.

Jan. 10th, 2015


Holly and Clem: introductions in Gotham

[She wasn't stupid. She'd figured out by the time she'd scouted town for the new store Eddie had been talking about that Eddie and Steph? Were gone: somewhere. There would be no baking in the Bat-mansion and hiding the evidence from Alfred and there would be no easy explanation of how Gotham worked in the future. Selina? Was poisoned and licking her wounds, probably somewhere in the same Bat-mansion but worry, worrying was for losers. She was on her own, temporarily and she'd fed the noisy, furry knot of cats that circled her ankles first thing that morning in the loft across town. She was no further with planning out alternatives to street corners, and she hadn't picked out a new wardrobe yet, but she had the card that had been crammed into her Christmas stocking in her fingers now and she hovered outside the window of the department store, just looking.

Eddie had said she was smart and Holly believed it: she could fake her way through to something else with a little of the polish from the class Eddie had wanted her to go to, and she was pretty sure Bats had some kind of black card behind the counter on the inside with the woman whose name was written out carefully, like some kind of spirit guide to Gotham's rich.

But was she going to be someone else? Somewhere, underneath all that polish? Would still be Gotham riff-raff anyway. She didn't look like an eager shopper ready and waiting for her one-percent experience. She was clean, which was a step up from before and the crappy apartment she still hadn't given notice on but the skirt was three inches too short to be exactly daytime wear and the striped socks were hiked over her knees. She wore neon, underneath the heavy green jacket, and the cap crammed down over messy blond wasn't high-roller type wear. Mostly? She looked like she was way too interested in the red silk dress in the window, or maybe the menu crammed to the right that listed the hours of the in-store cafe. Not the best location for a minor existential crisis, but neither was the loft apartment.]

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