They are very friendly here, aren't they? I just had a long and amiable chat with a particularly outgoing young nurse. She even offered to show me the best places in town to get a bite to eat. Then they offered me this handy phone. I suppose you need a pleasant welcoming committee when you drop a bombshell like that one on a person.

Fictional, hmm.

I've been called many things in my day, but that was never one of them until now.

Does anyone know where I can pick up supplies to fix up a property? Like a Home Depot, or something. [ A pause. ] And some place I can buy a bed, too.


( Private Text, sent to Lydia )


( Read more... )

Who: Aisling and Derek
What: Fascination with the moon and discussion of family
When: the night of 1/26
Where: the roof of Derek's warehouse
Warnings: Feelings both good and bad, grumpy surliness, possible language?

( Wolves howl to assemble the pack... )

[Of course Kenzi sees the latest shenanigans as a way to profit. That's why she's sitting with a notebook and pen at the ready with an excited look on her face.]

If you're a Werewolf and you know it, clap your hands! [Waits for clap.]
If you've got superpowers and you know it clap your hands! [Waits for clap.]
If you have alcohol and you know it and you really want to share it,
with a human, namely Kenzi, clap your hands! [Waits for clap.]

F-Y-I. I love this place!

Lau.

I'm not coming in to work today.

Please don't ask why.

I want a dog.
Is that too much to as for? It's all I ever wanted.
I had one before, very briefly. His name was Bones. I got him when I ran away and ended up getting this nice little setup in Flagstaff. For the first time ever I was completely free to do whatever I wanted. It only lasted for two weeks though.

Seriously though. I really want a dog.

_{[And then Sam has a moment of why did I even say any of that?]}

So uh.

I may be in need of a new place to stay.

Just throwing that out there.

[ Why does poor Stiles keep getting roomed with super villains? ]

So who's the genius that spiked the punch with Four Loko?

Nobody better have gone in my room while I was passed out.

If I’m supposed to be shocked or surprised that I’m “fictional,” I really hate to be a disappointment. If you want, you can consider me a little jaded in that regard.

There’s already an extremely invasive book series published about my life anyway. Don’t even get me started on the conventions.

I appreciate having a roof over my head here but I need some help so I’m hoping someone will be able to give me information. I’m looking for my brother. His name is Dean. He has an unhealthy love for red meat, pie, and mullet rock.

Dean, if you can read this, I’m here.

Okay, okay, just—

[The sound of Scott clearing his throat, and Allison murmuring something, and laughing. If you have the hearing for it: are you chickening out?]

No, shut up. Okay.

[A deep breath, followed by: possibly the most awful rendition of Feliz Navidad you've ever heard. In your life. Seriously, just. Awful. Scott gets the 'Feliz Navidad' parts in alright, but mumbles most of the other parts in Spanish, only to come back strong for the English parts.

At the end of the song there's a lull, and then snickering from Allison, which turns into full-on laughter when Scott makes a pained groan.]

Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas.

[The sound turns off halfway through one of Allison's cackles.]

Merry Christmas, New Moore!

What a bad photo. Not even a filter helps it.



I suppose I'd better run.

Has anyone seen anything weird happening in the woods lately?

Also, Ukraine. I need to ask you something.


( [And this? Is private to Stiles: ] )

I'm just... not going to mention the last few days. Ever again. If I ever see mistletoe again...

Scott? I'm thinking of picking up a movie at Lackluster. Want to movie night?

[Being in the hospital has apparently brought out Aisling's petulant, childish side. She's looking much better - only a little bit of a shadow around the eyes.]

Took them long enough... They're finally letting me out! But they won't let me without an adult supervisor. Shows how much they know.



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[Aisling is walking - not running, but walking for once - along the edge of the forest, inspecting everything with an air of relieved glee and unbounded joy. Every flower, every tree, gets its own touch and a silent word. She kneels down in the new grass to run her hands through it.]

[The phone clicks on with a clatter to a confusing overlapping of several voices. There are at least two male, one female, and a child, all talking over each other in an intense, excited manner so that only a few snippets can be picked out of the hubbub reliably.]

--down, calm down, it's all right--

--mnit, hold her, would you?!

[A thread of Irish Gaelic swims to the surface, urgent and a mite hysterical, but a little slurred.]

--mé! Fuascailt mé, ní mór dom é a dhéanamh tar ar do siadsan, mé gá do sábháil--

This isn't working! You have to put her under!

I'm not putting her under again. She's at the threshold for how much we can give her, even if she's not human. Hold on--

[There's an outbreak of swearing that seems to imply someone just got hit or hurt somehow.]

--trying to help you, if you'll just--

--tá tú cóisir? Níl, níl, stop-! Mé cóisir ní do codladh! Na coill! Ní tú tuig--

--her arm still, I need to-- There. It won't be long now... It won't put her to sleep, but it'll keep her lower energy. Keep the restraints on her, and we'll run some more blood tests.


[The Gaelic voice winds down till it's just a low murmur just above the sounds of people straightening bedclothes and fastening buckles. The phone shifts across the floor as someone kicks it, and it shuts off as it bounces against the wall.]




((ooc: Disclaimer: I don't actually speak Irish Gaelic, so I'm using a translator - I make no guarantees on grammar. That said, translations are as follows:
1. --me! Let go, I have to get to them, I have to save--
2. --are you doing? No, no, don't-! I can't sleep! The forest! I have to save--))

I'm going to plant trees. Anyone's welcome to join me. I'll be at the edge of the forest.

So, this can be nothing but a success. Loki, you are a genius.

But, seriously? How much bacon did you think we needed. Half the fridge is full of it. I mean I like bacon, too, but I think we may have reached the point where this is all we will be eating for the next half of December.

Hey Derek, that thing you wanted is all set if you want to pick it up.