When I got here, it was 2008.

[ A little pause to ponder that. ]

And now it's 2012 and everyone's talking about the world ending. At least it wasn't one of ours this time.

[ She pauses like she's about to say something else, then disconnects instead. ]

People always seem to like those moral quandaries people throw up on here. So here's an easy one.

How far have you gone to protect someone else? And how far would you go?

[ Encrypted separately to James, Kurt, Zevran, and Logan. ]
We need to talk.

So the world didn't end. And now I've been here over three years.

Mm. I was never big on anniversaries anyway.

[ Selina's wearing a stylish new leather jacket and sitting in a cafe with some distinctive decor sipping a coffee. ]

They say Caffè Greco is the oldest cafe in Rome. Been around since 1760. So this little coffee spot is older than the United States. Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

[ Yup, someone ditched James Bond at the airport ( Read more... )

Eleven million for a date with little ol' me. Can't say I expected bidding to go even higher than last time.

[ She doesn't exactly sound thrilled, though. ]

As nice as it is to feel wanted, I'm actually a bit more concerned about the rampant string of murders at the moment. Does anyone have any idea what the hell's going on yet?

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Has anyone heard from Dick? The Joker said...

[ The voice clicks off. And then she sends a text link to this. ]

[Addition: 20 minutes later]
Never mind.

[ Someone hasn't posted on here in a while. Voice-only for the moment. She sounds a bit resigned, as if she always expected to be making this post. ]

It looks like Bruce Wayne's been Ported out again.

[ A pause. Nope, nothing else to add. ]

( Encrypted to James Bond )

[ Someone's out and about in the City. The video shows more of the streets than the speaker. ]

I don't really think about it most of the time, but I guess I have been stuck here longer than most people. Been sent home a few times, but a lot more time passed there than here.

And the why of it doesn't make any more sense now than it did way back ( Read more... )

[ Selina's seated on a plush leather sofa. Anyone who knows her apartment will recognize it. She's holding an exotic-looking wild cat a bit larger than a domestic cat. And she looks rather bemused. ]

Okay, I know my tastes are a bit on the obvious side. But my home address isn't. So who the hell sent me this?

[ The cat looks up at her almost ( Read more... )