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[batgirlsteph.livejournal.com]

[The video turns on to show a young woman with blonde hair. She talks at the phone as she walks down the streets of Germany, weaving through the crowds with the ease of someone used to doing so. Her voice is different from the voice she used when posting to the network previously as Batgirl. The suit would have made her stand out here. And not necessarily in a good way. But that just meant that this was the perfect opportunity to establish her "civilian identity" as Stephanie Brown. After all, it wasn't like she wanted to wear that suit all the time anyway.]

Um... Hello? Is this supposed to be Germany or something. Looks like... Oktober Fest? [As if there weren't enough clues pointing to that.] Aaaaanyway. I totally didn't go to sleep anywhere near Germany. And this wasn't really where I was expecting to wake up.... So if there's anybody out there watching this, any answers would be awesome.

I mean. I'm assuming that I wasn't kidnapped or anything since nobody bothered to tie me up. And before anybody points out that this is Oktober Fest? I don't drink.

Well. Steph out, I guess.

30th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [video/in person] Backdated to Saturday

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[The feed starts at a low angle, most likely on the ground, looking up at Hayato doing something to a motorcycle... something probably less than legal considering that in a few moments the thing starts up, and Hayato very obviously didn't use a key. He didn't seem to care though. He took a bag and slung it over his shoulder before picking his blackberry up off the ground... and oh. It was on. So much for being discrete about it. Oh well. Crying shame.

Hayato Calmly lit up a cigarette before addressing the blackberry. This had been his first time out alone in about two weeks after the... incident... he didn't want to make a big deal out of it. It wasn't their business anyway.]

Oi. Anyone know where the drunken cop or what-ever-he-is who was askin' for fireworks is?

My life is not a novel, but this feels like Chapter 1. [In person.]

[thewriter]

Beckett.. I.. [His own voice startles him from his restless sleep, and he blinks awake, rubbing his eyes. Castle stretches in his bed as he opens his eyes.

Waiiiiit a minute..

Not his bed. His brow arches as he glances around the unfamiliar room. Funny he doesn't remember how he got here. Or who he went home with for that matter. Not exactly an unfamiliar feeling, but yet unsettling. He rolls over to sit up. Well, it's not the Four Seasons, but the room isn't terrible. The furnishings are fairly decent.

Blue eyes search the room for anything that might be familiar. Well, his clothes are there at least. Saves him the trouble of having to search for them. May as well give it a few minutes see if anyone comes back. At the moment, though a bit uneasy he's not in a hurry. Besides, Beckett should be calling soon and he can figure out what's going on from there.

Speaking of..

Where is his phone....] Probably wouldn't hurt for me to find that.. Hmm.. 

[Notice how he doesn't do so, at least not yet. Kate'll be calling soon, he can find it when it rings.]