Rooms

[Locked to Jude M and Chloe M]

Are you ready for us, brother?

I've given this a lot of thought recently, but I'm fairly certain that if I had a sister, even if I were cross with her, I would not attempt to push her down the stairs.

It just seems rather rude.

[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.

WHO: Jude Murphy, Clementine Murphy, Graham Ross & Shane Alexander
WHERE: Murphy Estate on Long Island
WHEN: Now
WHAT: "Visitors"?
RATING: TBD, language for sure!

( To be wealthy and influential in the Great Gatsby, one had to live in West Egg on Long Island )

[Locked to Graham and Clementine]

My sister informed me she would like you to come visit us. We're in Gatsby. I can send a car to wherever you step through and/or give you the address. You are free to stay as long as you like, we have guest rooms. I appreciate everything you did to keep her safe and happy in that world.

Who: Clementine & Jude
What: Narrative/Log
Where: Gatsby
When: Ahora
Warnings/Rating: Nada

( She knew that tone of respect. Folks used it all the time when they talked about her daddy. She closed her eyes. Everything would be fine now. )

[Locked to each individually.]

[There are a handful of pictures of a smiling toddler, dark hair and bright eyes. There's one with a familiar woman as well, a third birthday party with "Happy Birthday Matthew" scrawled on the cake.]

I thought you might like to hear the news.

[Public, as Chloe M]

This holiday has always given me mixed feelings.

WHO: Jude Murphy and War
WHAT: A deal to be struck
WHERE: Sixth floor of the hotel
WHEN: Nowish.
WARNINGS/RATINGS: Maybe references to violence, TBD.

( A deal was struck, or at the very least, a deal had the possibility of being put on the table )

[Locked to Jude M]

You go on and tell me all the ways you missed me, sugar.

WHO: Jude Murphy and Ella Dean
WHERE: At a club, Gatsby
WHEN: Before the event
WHAT: Jude and Ella meet randomly at her place of work.
RATING: Light!
STATUS: log; complete.

( It wasn’t Vegas, there was no neon and rush, rush, rush. There were no bodies, no Ian, nothing that was more complicated than standing up on stage for four hours a week and singing the way that made her heart happy )

[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.

[Shaking hand, letters slant to a hard right.]

Lightning girl, are you alive? Please say you're alive.

[Locked to Jude M]
Sit yourself somewhere comfortable. I got to vent some.

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

[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.]

[Even in his dreams, the world was different, everything bright like it had been hyper-saturated with color. The garden was a mix of the one he had now and the one from home, from England, where life had been all bright lights and dark despair with their futures penned out by their mother and father in precise, perfected detail. Alex had broken the mold, yet in his dreams he always returned to his favorite places. Never to the houses, always to the gardens.

The fountain from one of them stood before him, the water shut off as they were in winter. Yet the granite bench beneath him wasn't cold, only hard and unyielding as he looked up fountain. He liked it more when the water was running, liked the noise to tune everything else, but here there was only the low thrum of cicadas and the occasional chirp of a bird.]

[Public]

Vices are all the same, behind a door or out in Vegas.

[Anais/Marta/Jake]

Petite, we have a new addition. Jake Ross.

Mouse, are you here?

[Locked to Jude M]
Next time you feel inclined to dream about me, I'll make sure it's somewhere with a real nice couch for sitting and talking. Maybe someplace with mint juleps and a real cool breeze off the bay.

[Locked to Jake R]
You settled in good? Reconsidered talking to your daddy?

[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.