Rooms

[After this brings him to his journal and he catches the fuck up.]

[Locked to Sam A + Louis D]
I'm fucking coming, yeah? you both okay??

[Group: Graham R & Shane A]
Nother one of them girls turned up dead near you. Seems Penny'll be in Bronx a spell, but you keep an eye out once she's back there. Man doing this has a real hankering for blondes that come blonde as they can be, and they don't come a whole lot blonder than Penny.

[Locked to Declan M]
[After talking some with Shane.] Honey, need you to lie through your teeth and tell work I'm sick as plagues.

[Locked to James B & Matt M]
Matt, you best be home by now.

[Public]
You get used to having comic books for newspapers?

[The afternoon after this; from the duplex bedroom, after he's woken up.]

[Locked to Graham R]
the fuck are you?

ETA: [Locked to Louis D]
[After seeing this, belatedly as fuck.]

the fuck happened?

[Locked to Sam A]
the fuck, Mug?

[Locked to Louis D]
I've missed your fucking shrill voice. the fuck's up with you?

[Locked to Sam A]
hey, Mug

[Call: Clementine M]
[Ring!]

[Fuzzy timelines, post-this]

[The tent out by the lake wasn't permanent, and Graham knew that. Only lasted as long as it did because of the nazis or whoever the hell, sending Joy and Penny and Jake, and somebody else's little girl too, out to the same place. The days were hot and lazy but when it was time to go he was expecting it, yeah? Didn't surprise him none. He'd decided to move in with Penny, settle into the half of the house she wasn't using; the baby needed stable. A real house, a daddy who could provide, take care of her, and he was ready now.

Thing was, he didn't know what Shane planned on doing. He wanted him to come, so he figured he'd come right out and ask, instead of assuming. In the hotel, between the other door and Marvel, he leaned against the doorframe.] So, you coming?

[locked to sam a]

How are you feeling?

[locked to jake r]

Hello, Jake. A word, if you have a moment.

[locked to shane a]

Hi Shane. Enjoying the camping?

[Locks: Clementine M, Shane A, Graham R]

Hi, I just wanted to let you know, and I'm sorry it isn't better news, but Jack isn't here anymore. The hotel did it's hotel thing I think. I'm really sorry.

I just thought his other friends should know too, in case you were looking for him. I don't know anyone else to tell, but if you do can you let them know? Or just tell me who I should tell, and I can do it if you don't want to.

Evie

[Public]

[As Ella M]

That hotel has the worst goddamn timing, like it plans around apocalypses.

[Group lock: Neil D, Marta F, Luke H, Dylan M, Max M, Joey A, Shane A]

Alive?

[The dreaming didn't bother him none, he'd had worse nightmares and even being a man who'd drowned wasn't so bad. Graham felt like not much could be, because he'd seen worse, he'd lived it, and now not much fazed him. Joy was left with Penny, cheerfully waving her chubby fists, and he set off to the hotel to find this Vegas door and wherever Shane was staying. He was dressed casual, but he'd misjudged (or just not considered, plain and simple) the Vegas weather; it was hot. But he caught a cab and walked the rest of the way, only getting a little turned around a couple times, out to the lake house Shane's sister owned.

It was nice. Pretty. Sweat trickled down his spine and made his shirt stick, but he could still appreciate the beauty of a place by the lake. He had a shovel and a bottle of vodka, like Shane'd asked, one tucked into a pack slung over his shoulder and the other he just carried. Graham made his way around the house to the back, looking for signs of his friend and the racetrack he was supposedly building.] Shane?

[Before going to visit Shane.]

[locked to clem m.]

[Oblivious.] you get through it okay? and i'm going to see shane, just so you know.

[locked to jake r., penny r., evie s. (individually)]

you okay?

[He was so supposed to be drunk. Fucking hotel.]

[Locked to Clementine M]
fuck you at, Peaches?

[Locked to Graham R]
you knock anyone up this time, asshole?

[Locked to Louis D + Sam A]
fucking count your limbs and tell me you're okay or whatever

[Locked to Sam A]
Mug, I'm going to come fucking crash for a day, yeah? I haven't seen you in forfuckingever

[Group Lock: Wren H, Luke H, Clementine M, Shane A, Graham R, Jack C, Saint R, Thor]

Hi Everyone,

Daisy's second birthday is on Wednesday. I'm having a little party for her from 4:30-7:30 at Nelson A. Rockefeller Park in the
North end of Battery Park City. There's a playground there, and a nice view. It's a pretty fun park.

There will be cake and pizza, so if you want to come let me know so I know how many pizzas to get. It's super laid back, definitely casual and no gifts are necessary. And I can promise good weather! No worries if you can't make it, I know it's the middle of the week and really short notice, but I really hope you can come by at least for a bit.

-Evie

[locked to penny r.]

hey. you got a minute?

[locked to shane a.]

hey.

[FaceTime call to Clementine M]
[From the new place, and wearing only a robe on the clear little video, because fuck you—! Ring!]

[Group lock: Graham R, Shane A, Jack C, Jake R, Evie S]
[The address to a Union Square tri-level in Manhattan.]

It's got six rooms. Three are furnished. Every damn person staying is helping with utilities and taxes on this thing. That means you're getting yourself a job, Shane, if you're coming.

Evie, Jack said you needed someplace, so you come on too. There's plenty of room.

[After this.]

[Locked to Clementine M & Graham R]
fucking miss me?

[Locked to Sam A & Louis D]
how the fuck are you two or whatever? sorry I've been shitty, yeah?

[Locked to Joey A]
hey, shithead

Who: Shane Alexander
What: a fucking narrative
Where: hotel stuffs, then Marvel
When: after this
Warnings/Rating: Alexander language

( Like twenty years were rewinded on some cheap-ass VCR, tape stuck and fluttering, lost, yeah? )