Rooms

[Methos knew that something bad was going down with Sam, but he tried not to think about it. They weren't close, it wasn't his business, and so he really didn't want to stick his neck out. Duncan would have, of course. The man had a heroic chivalry complex that made Methos roll his eyes, and he was set on doing the opposite of what Duncan would do. That meant that what remained of his conscious did prod at him, but he was good at shrugging that off. He'd see her next week, and decide whether he needed to do something or not.

Peru really was nice.

But for the weekend, he was doing what he normally did these days: trying out new bars on his search for some new haunts. The beer in Gotham was actually pretty good, and he found a bar that had a base level of smoke, but an otherwise clean appearance by Gotham standards. From the burly men in suits here and there, he guessed it was also mafia-affiliated. He leaned back against the bar as he sipped his drink, watching the people come and go, the notes of a jazz sax on the air.

Not as good as Joe, but it wasn't a bad place--for Gotham standards, which fit his standards pretty well. He didn't care too much about corruption. All humans were corrupted, full of good and evil. He wasn't going to make quick moral judgments.]

[They move her from the hospital to the Ocean's Eleven group home quietly on Friday morning. The place is safe and unpublished, with twenty residents and very extensive security measures in place.]

[Locked to Daniel W]
Hey, baby. Turn into Count Chocula yet or whatever?

[Locked to Benjamin A]
Did you keep Daniel entertained for me?

[Locked to Loren C]
Shit got kind of fucked up.

[Text to Cris M]
Abuela told my shrink about you.

[Sam A.]

What's happening with you?

[Benjamin A.]

Say something interesting.

[Armand]

Patron saint?

[After getting the present, blissfully unaware of her life...]

Two tickets? Are you inviting yourself, or on behalf of Daniel?

[He has hesitated over this for a while. He actually talked it out to himself at Alexa's grave while he was leaving memorial flowers on the Solstice. He misses her more than he logically knows he should, as she's dead and there's nothing for him in his world other than random Immortals who want to behead him.

So out of the door's in his best interest for survival.]

[Daniel W.]
I know you don't know me, but we have a mutual acquaintance. Sam. She spoke very highly of you ("he likes old shit"), and I love good conversation.

[Sam A.]
In case you're keeping track, I am contacting Daniel. Happy whatever winter holiday you celebrate or don't.

[Meeting with a stranger to go on an adventure was not actually Methos' idea of a good time. He loved traveling and was bored of his version of Earth, true, but he was too suspicious, too much of a survivor, to be considered an extrovert. He was easy going and friendly enough to blend in, but he didn't like putting himself at risk. However, Gotham seemed to be a relatively safe door for an immortal--no guillotines and all--and despite appearances, he was armed well enough to protect himself. He didn't look like much. A little too tall and lanky, with a big nose, and a trenchcoat and oversized sweater that all made him merrily average.

The sword, the dagger, and the gun were all very well hidden in his coat.

He leaned against the door into Gotham, shoulders hunched slightly, as he worked over in his mind the more difficult problem of his name. He was starting a new life, and all immortals knew how to reinvent themselves. Adam Pierson was done. Too much baggage with Pierson now. He tried Benjamin Adams on the journal and thought he'd see how that worked out. It'd been almost two hundred years since he'd used it. Benjamin was an all right name.

He really just hoped nobody would call him Benny. Benny. No, he was really not a Benny.]

[Could Amanda drop off the face of the earth? Of course, she's a survivor like him. Could she get arrested without opportunity to talk to him? Sometimes. But it seems unlikely that she would just cut off contact with him or pull a huge heist without a heads-up under these circumstances. So why isn't Amanda saying anything to him?]

I'd open the Pandora's Box of asking what happens when people disappear here, but that's just another one of those great timeless questions.

So instead, something more manageable.

What door has the best beer? This is perhaps a quest I can undertake.

[fuzzy time, during the gotham armistice]
-I will give this place one thing:
-technology is leaps ahead of us
-fascinating what humans can accomplish in just twenty years

-but I don't want to overstay our 72 hour welcome
-shall we leave before war breaks out in the streets?

Who: Amanda and Methos, with a combined total of over 6000 years of life.
What: Exploring Doors.
Where: Gotham. Bad timing amirite
When: nowish
Warnings/Rating: none yet, other than potential Gotham violence

( Methos was looking to hide now, and her company he may be able to accept right now.  )

Well, well, well. What a delightful turn of events.

Of all the times to see the error of my ways.

[Public as Adam P.]
I try to keep an open mind about things, but I'm fairly certain there aren't usually doors into empty hotels in the basement of churches.