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It's pretty wild to operate without a war clock.

[ His Stiles ]

Alright, kid. What's your plan here? Jobs? School? Give me an idea.

[ Edited: Everyone but his Stiles ]

Can I get some help distracting the kid? He's spending way too much time worrying over me and not enough time being young and carefree and stupid.

So, was anyone going to tell me about my mom? No? Just wondering.

This is the part where I spiral, so if anyone would like to donate to my alcohol fund, feel free to.

Alright, they released me. Who wants to come get me?

PORTAL. RUDE. HDU.

You'll realise I'm not new because I actually listened to the HPD, because I know them for fuck sake.

Anyway, they told me my parents are here (duh) but that it's 2015 so they're young and unwed. 2015 has the WORST movies. This - I do not approve.

Spoiler alert: Stiles and Lydia, it's a girl! Three girls, actually. And to be more specific (because I like that every Stiles and Lydia probably just had minor heart failure) my dad is the Stiles that is a werewolf.

Ari Stilinski.

kono

someone get me pants i can help find her

Early this morning, Deputy Stilinski was attacked in the HPD weapons locker. Whoever did so took a good amount of our stock as well. If anyone saw or heard anything, please let us know immediately.

Why is everyone hot? That's unfair.

Okay, okay. I get it. I've been slacking on my supernatural lore lately. There really was no need for this kind of immersion, though. Some of us have responsibilities.

Petra, I may be overshooting your abilities here, but this seems right up your alley.

FILTERED TO FRIENDS & FAMILY:

I know everyone has their celebrations and multiple family gatherings to do, but Stiles and I are officially requesting at least an hour of your time on Christmas evening. 6pm. There will be food and drinks and to make things easy; a white elephant gift exchange. Spending limit is $50 and nothing completely tasteless, please.

Taking the week and heading to New York. If anyone needs me, my phone's on. Deputies, work assignments are on the board and corresponding files are on my desk. Jordan's in charge.

Lydia, make sure my grandson is sugared up. I need to be run ragged.

[ FILTERED TO CLAUDIA STILINSKI ]
No matter what, I do love you. But I'm glad you made a choice that will make you happy. Hopefully we'll see each other during Christmas?

Oh HPD sweatpants, I didn't miss you.

[ EDIT: FILTERED TO TWD!MELISSA MCCALL ]
Hi.

FILTERED TO THE ADULT TW CREW + ALL MCCALLs:

I had a request, and I want you to all know that I'll respect any answer given. There's no expectations here, and I know the history enough to know this is a long shot.

But I was wondering if Peter would be allowed at thanksgiving dinner. I'm probably crazy to even ask this, but there it is. He's already offered to bring silence and good alcohol.

What kind of pie does everyone like?

[OOC: Top portion crossed out after an hour or so, anyone is welcome to have seen it via Scott's post or before it was deleted!]

I've already started making my grocery list for the big day, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need an entire flock of turkeys and half of Idaho's potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner this year. I'm not complaining by any means, but I'd be eternally grateful if someone can find the oven space and a table that won't collapse under all of this food.

ADULT!STILES AND LYDIA

Does Nick have any allergies or special dietary needs that I need to worry about?

Ah, the memories. And I only had one kid.

Do you ever get the feeling something bad's happened when a person in your life that you know is prone to getting into trouble doesn't check in with you for awhile? And that it's probably their fault?

STEFAN. Check in now.

About two years too late, Portal. I'm still pissed at you for leaving us there.

They told me my kid is here. Scott?

I can't say that I'm sad to be out of the hospital, but according to everyone this isn't supposed to be happening anymore. Hawaii's lovely, so please don't take any offense, but I'd really, really like to go home to a pillow fort in the living room and a husband who's trying to pretend we have more than old pizza and sympathy casseroles in the fridge.