November 2015




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Nov. 4th, 2015



Who: Sam (& Meredith mentions)
What: Narrative: Bailing (like an idiot)
Where: New York → Elsewhere
When: During this
Warnings/Rating: Language, mentions of the regular Sam stuff

Maybe it was just the deluge of guilt drowning her, but she stopped by Meredith's, and she took the redhead with her. She'd promised, and maybe she wanted to keep at least ONE of her promises. )

Oct. 27th, 2015



I believe I am in possession of someone's dog?

Oct. 26th, 2015


Call: Sam A

[After this.]

[Call to Sam A]

Oct. 25th, 2015



[She's downstairs on Cris' couch when she gets the hotel's idea of a Halloween trick. It's a photograph, one of an old man she doesn't recognize. She takes a picture of the picture, and she posts it to the journals, with some writing beneath it.]

Does anyone know who this viejo is? I got his pic today, and I got no idea-

[The writing cuts off messy. Seconds later, the photo is abandoned on Cris' couch, and Sam (young Sam) is nowhere to be found.]

Oct. 20th, 2015


Penny R

[Locked to Penny R]

Hey. I know we don't know each other good, but I was thinking you might want to talk or something.

Oct. 14th, 2015


[locked to sam a]

I spoke to Cris. How are you?

Oct. 12th, 2015



My therapist keeps telling me that I can't be afraid to go outside, that I have to get comfortable with this. But it is so much easier to stay where I know where everything is. Being out there? It's overwhelming. All the sounds, the commotion. I lose track of where I am, and asking for help is hard when you don't know who you're talking to.

Oct. 7th, 2015


[lock to sam a, cris m]

[After this.]

[...] Hello.


You know when you love someone but you also kinda wanna choke the stupid out of them?

But they're so fucking stubborn they'd probably die before giving it up?

Oct. 6th, 2015


locks: Louis D / Cris M

[Before the Tony party]

[Locked: Louis D]

Hey, Louis.

[Cris M]

How did it happen? You're not bleeding out your eyes or anything?

Oct. 5th, 2015


Louis D, Daniel W, Penny R, Trystan C, Cerise S, Marta F, Seven M, Joseph W, Peggy C, Luke H, Clem M

[After this, the post is deleted.] [Locked separately to Louis D, Daniel W, Penny R, Trystan C, Cerise S, Marta F, Seven M, Joseph W, Peggy C, Luke H, & Clem M (all including Sam A)]
Who are you?

[In-person: Sam A/Cris M]
[From their booth, he just taps his iPad with two fingers.] Done.

Oct. 4th, 2015



Has anyone seen Neil? Or talked to him?

Sep. 27th, 2015


[locked to sam a, daniel w]

[locked to sam a]

[After this, trying again.] Sam?

[locked to daniel w]

Daniel? [...] Are you alright?

Sep. 26th, 2015



[During this, in Irene's sitting room. Grumpily.]

I am in search of a man and any assistance would be much appreciated.

He is an unimpressive man, neither especially ugly or especially handsome. Some average height, perhaps somewhat less, 5 ft 7 or thereabouts. He comes from moderate wealth, though not the peerage. He has traveled abroad a distance, and he has had an opium habit for some time. There is some evidence to suggest he is not British. Possessed of certain imagination, he has a wife or sister that is blonde and well-favoured.

[To Irene: "There. Are you happy?"]

Sep. 23rd, 2015


Marta F, Joseph W

[Locked to Marta F]
[She doesn't know what to write at first, so there are spirals or whatever. Ultimately.] Hey. You busy?

[Locked to Joseph W]
Thanks for the hookup, baby.

Sep. 18th, 2015


Ocean's Eleven, PT: Meredith, Sam, Cris

[The hospital Meredith got moved to was more like a resort than hospital, at least it felt that way to Sam. It was a recovery and therapy place, yeah? But still full nursing and doctors or whatever, private rooms, and it looked like some place for vacation, and Sam figured Neil's guilt was bankrolling the thing hard.

Sam had been at Cris' a few days now, and she was clean. A pair of recently stolen, too-loose and cut-hem jeans, along with a long-sleeved green shirt stolen from Teresita's room, hair tied low, and Sam looked ok. She was starting to jones like crazy, though, and an early morning perusal of Cris' place revealed no money that wasn't in a fat, pink piggybank, and she wasn't that low YET. But, yeah, she needed something fast, or she was going to break that fucking pig. She knew it. Maybe she could find something cheap to sell, but she'd ask around first. She'd already pocketed a spoon for when she scored, and her belly hurt like it was eating itself through. She was jittery as a result, yeah? Like a string pulled too tight.

Maybe it wasn't the best day to go visiting or whatever.

But here they were, walking down the marble halls and passing gift shops and indoor swimming pools. Open doors revealed rooms that looked like hotel suites, and Sam was hella aware that she and Cris looked like maybe they'd ended up in the wrong place. That, or they were someone's poor relations or whatever, but they definitely didn't look like they belonged in this place. Sam edged away from the walls, like they were too clean for her to brush up against, and she motioned down the hall, to where the woman at the nursing station had told them Meredith's room was.

She'd asked, too, nosy, if Neil was there, and the nurse assured her Meredith was alone again, and she said it like she wasn't approving or something. There was a story there, yeah? But Sam, she wasn't asking.]

Sep. 17th, 2015



I'm looking for a doctor. A surgeon. Something like that.

Sep. 14th, 2015



Everything has gotten so loud.

Sep. 13th, 2015


[locks to sam a, cris m, neil d]

[Time fuzz - after this. Shaky print.]

[sam a]

Sam. Why did you ask about Ian?

[cris m]

Did you see what Sam said? She took it down.

[neil d]

did you see what i just something is wrong with

How are you? How is Meredith?



[Just a few short minutes after hanging up with Cris here, and her handwriting is almost illegibly messy.]

[Public][Locked, "Ian anon"]

[She locks it down after the first few comments manage to get in.]

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