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Aug. 27th, 2015



Desire at the end

            was a malady, a madness? __ or. both.

Aug. 3rd, 2015


Louis D, & Aubrey R, Meredith J, Wren H, Delivery: Neil D, ETA: Neil D

[Locked to Louis D]
I would like to request your address. Somehow I still dk if the hotel will like, send you shit, if I just put your name on it.

[Locked to Aubrey R]
Girl, where do you even live these days?

[Locked to Meredith J]
So, I saw your public post. You and Neil are on a break or something? Also, hi, I'm Lin.

[Locked to Wren H]
Sup, bb?

[Delivery to Neil D]
[Sent to Neil's penthouse at the Venetian. Boxed up like it's from eBay, which, it is—is a beautiful, antique, classic lamp. There's no indication of who it's from outside of the seller. Packing peanuts, the lamp, and a hand-written thank-you note from the eBay shop. You're welcome, Neil.]

ETA: [Locked to Neil D]
Girl, holla @ me.

Jul. 20th, 2015



[Because he's torn about this and could go either way. Public, but not visible to Ronan.]

First year anniversary: stay in or go out?

Jul. 7th, 2015



[From Hialeah, in Fast and the Furious, after this. Across the street from where MK fell, from behind a burning car and near a dead man burnt to a crisp. Sirens are already sounding louder and louder as they near, and helicopters are whirring overhead. The writing is smudged, messy, barely legible, but MK needs help help help help-]

help mk needs help

Jun. 27th, 2015


Fast & the Furious, narrative: Lin A

Who: Lin Alesi
What: narrative
Where: Ocean's 11→Hotel→Fast & the Furious, Rio de Janeiro
When: nowish
Warnings/Rating: none!

It took a while, finding somewhere suitable, a series of wrong turns, some bad door choices, some ~unexpected~ movement on the part of the hotel, which seemed to shuffle the doors like cards in a 200-card deck (totally probably a real thing somewhere), and this was exactly why statistics was nothing more than complicated guesswork and exactly why said complicated guesswork could go fuck itself on regression analysis. )

Jun. 21st, 2015


Jack C, Ella D, Lin A, Luke H, Sharon C, Jeze C

[Individual locks, in search of bouncebacks: Jack C, Dylan M, Ella D, Lin A, Luke H, Sharon C, Thomas B]
Still here?

[Note delivered to Jeze C, via messenger boy]
My book showed again, the one I told you about.

Jun. 20th, 2015


Neil D

[Locked to Neil D]

Houston, girl, we have a problem. Check this shit out: [he inserts a screenshot of this post.]

Bitches be running. (Which I say with the utmost respect.)

(I'm in the turban.)



[Public, but locked away from Cris, Sam, and Neil.]

Is there a safe door that someone can go to that isn't heavily populated? Or perhaps just entirely deserted?

Jun. 16th, 2015




Is there a door here that's more like the outside world? Need a break from aliens and gangsters.

Jun. 12th, 2015



[Unclear print lines. Slight angle.]

Dear Mother Tabbyskins, and how are you now, let me feel your pulse, so-so, show your tongue, bow-wow!

Very sick, very sick!

Please attempt to purr.
Will you take a draught or pill, which do you prefer?

Doctor Dog comes nearer, says she must be bled.
I heard Mother Tabbyskins screaming in her bed.

Very fast very fast scuffling out and in, Doctor Dog looks full and queer
Where is Tabbyskin?
I will tell the moral without any fuss:
those who lead the young astray always suffer thus.

Very nice, very nice let our conduct be.
For all doctors are not mice, some are dogs, you see.

Jun. 4th, 2015


Louis D, Neil D, Aubrey R, Sam A

[Locked to Louis D]
Requisite holla. Please return this holla in 48-hours.

Thank you, Management

[Locked to Neil D]
How was the party, party girl?

[Locked to Aubrey R]
Hey, stranger. Ha ha. How'd it go?

[Locked to Sam A]
May I holla?

May. 31st, 2015



[Slanted. Ink.]

Here's a theory. We're all in Hell, and the doors are just an ironic joke. A door that doesn't go anywhere. Hilarious.

May. 26th, 2015


Daniel W, public

[Locked to Daniel W]
So, I died. hbu?

[Locked after he gets a response.]

Dear Frankenstein's monster/Rick Grimes' vengeful soul in a meatsuit,

Please don't slit my throat ever again. That was a one-time deal.

Your friend in sin,
Lin, who is not, in fact, a priest (but maybe a poet lol), and really, really hates the fact that he was, even for one night

P.S. That was fucked up.
P.P.S. I'm not saying you're fucked up. Just that that was.
P.P.P.S. Though, tbf, I'm fucked up too and I totally let you slice my deep pamal arch and associated lumbricals just so I could hold your hand, so hey.

May. 14th, 2015



This is the first time the beer in Prague hasn't smelled good. I think.

May. 7th, 2015


[locked to sam a.,lin a., neil d.]

[Locked to each separately. After this.]

It's over. It's done with, finally.

May. 6th, 2015


Louis D, Lin A, Wren H + Luke H, public

[Louis D]


[Lin A]


[Wren H + Luke H]

The children are alright. They're with Jess at the East Shelter.


[Just the one photograph ]

May. 2nd, 2015



[Lin A.]

[This one. No signature.]

[Sam A.]

[Front. Back. Note:]

ça va venir.

[Dylan M.]

[This one. No note, but Daniel's handwriting is distinct on the name.]

Apr. 28th, 2015


Log, Ocean's Eleven: Neil D & Lin A

Who: Neil Donovan & Lin Alesi
What: Elvis watching
Where: Elvis Chapel
When: nowish
Warnings/Rating: language?

#bless. )

Apr. 7th, 2015


Sam A, Louis D, Neil D, Aubrey R

[While Daniel is gone and he is home alone. Sadface.]

[Locked to Sam A]
So, I was in Marvel using internet that doesn't screech and loads faster than 56 kbit/s, and the weirdest thing happened.

[Locked to Louis D]
Louis, are we only ever going to talk when I'm luring you into a trap? I don't just want to be bait (bae-t?) to you, yk.

[Locked to Neil D]
How're you settling in, bro? Shit must've hit the fan for you spectacularly.

[Locked to Aubrey R]


eddie n., public

[locked to eddie n.]

Hey, you. Can I ask you something?


Dreams. Weird ones, or even nightmares. What do you do to try to deal with them?

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