ic notes and random gab

Wanted to let you know I'm going underground until all this blows over. Not really in the mood to deal with unruly mobs with pitchforks and torches or homicidal and unchecked death goddesses. You need me give a shout.


[*ooc: If you think you are, you are.]

So they get to come back from a fucking vacation but Peter doesn't? Fuck this place.

Word to the wise. Never try to out-drink or out-punch a guy who is twice your size.

I have a bottle with your name on it, come over.

I've looked everywhere for Peter. I can't find him. Sorry.

I can't find pEter. I haven't been able to reach him since yesterdy.

I'm a man of few words... But it seems I need ideas for a proposal. Any thoughts?

I miss football. I miss watching it. Playing it. Drinking to it. Betting on it. We need football here.

Hey. So I had an idea, since I'm kind of an expert in the field. I will be taking applications from 6's-10's and there can only be one winner. This is the 'best ass in Preya' competition. To get through the sorting phase quicker, pick your rank and subtract one from it. Oh, and sorry, guys. This one's for the ladies only. So, who's got the heartiest, shapey-est ass in this country? We'll learn soon, folks!

Describe your perfect lazy Sunday.

For fuck's sake! When it is going to be safe to go out of the house again? These rugrats are driving me crazy.

There are a few things that have happened in the past few days.

1. Artemis Deaucalion somehow ended up in Hurley's possession, after what was supposed to be a simple trip to retrieve the girl, it would seem Hurley had other plans and opened fired on us. Us being myself, Scott, Cora, and Stiles. Within this time Stiles was hit and near death. In the end, I made the decision to bite him and save his life.

2. With Stiles now being a newly turned werewolf and one of Scott McCall's original packmates, we've decided to combine the packs as one. Each will still stay within their respective areas but when certain issues arise he and I shall deal with them.

I've already informed Scott that neither of your answers to an Alpha as you are both Omegas, but you are both still family and in the end that is what this pack is. A family.

3. With the new changes to the boy, Cora is currently not speaking with me.

Throwing a party at Club Luna tomorrow night. Join me there around 10! Buying the first round of drinks and loads of appetizers. Not bribing to make friends, but if that's how it seems, why not? You only live once.

[Sharon]
Good morning, beautiful. I'm saving you a seat.

Oh, did Christmas happen? I think I missed it.
Just kidding. I think. I came up for air at some point. Was it good for everyone? Did you all get what you wanted?

I'm up. I think I've been up since--. I feel pretty good. I need coffee.

Ten coffees.

For all who knew him, Peter Hale is dead. He died with a smile on his face, however. Services with be New Years Eve.

Eggnog is the best invention ever! A little bit of rum. Some nutmeg. And away we go!

Fruitcake is nasty. How do you people eat this crap?

I want Christmas cookies. Bring me up some Christmas cookies. With red and green sprinkles. Or gingerbread men. Anatomically correct gingerbread men.

Alright. I'm in an Earth enough place with Earth enough technology. So how do I put more songs on my Zune?

And also, what songs should I hear that should definitely go on it?

Apparently as a council member for Ravenmoore, I have an office. An office I've never been to. There was paperwork piling up, and Jarvis isn't saying so but from his superior British sarcasm, I can tell he's had it about up to here with me some days.

That in mind, I'm putting out a call of sorts here.

Required: A personal assistant.
You should:
A) Have experience with wrangling very impossible people.
B) Never expect me to do a thing even though the thing clearly needs to be done
B.2) Make me do the thing anyway.
C) Do stuff personal assistants do.
D) Be able to remember to never actively hand me things.
E) Preferably be no nonsense and red-headed.

That E part isn't a sexual thing, I promise, it's just a personal preference.

Private to Bruce
I can already feel you judging my ad up there. Lay it on me, big guy.