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People get really weird about spontaneous parkour demonstrations.

In other related news, I recently have been banned from the local Barnes and Noble, so now I actually need that Prime membership, Mom and Dad. Bad time? Good time?

As kids these days say, right in the feels.

Boo, Buzzfeed. First of all, 98% of those come from the early 2000s, second of all, WHERE IS MY WINONA, third of all, there's no flannel and you're dead to me Buzzfeed.

I mean, sign me up. How can I resist this date?

( Melissa joins Tinder. It's as bad as you expect. )

I'm missing four books from my personal library. We've had a steady stream of visitors in the last few weeks, so if you took something, I'd appreciate you letting me know. I can't promise good behavior if you're a chronic folder-of-pages, but otherwise, keep them until you're finished.



Apparently it doesn't go without saying, so I'll spell it out here: I'm done. Fighting off zombies for two years has a way of putting things in perspective; hostile takeovers are so very yesterday. I don't care about alpha politics, I don't want to play go-between for any pack wars, and I'm not going to be stirring up trouble.

You're of course free to hate my guts, and I'm free to consider you simple. But the puppet spell's on, and worry about what I'm doing is wasted. I've clocked out.

[ Filtered to Scottie M (younger) and Jackie ]

Remember how last summer I talked you two into going to a party with me? And then we wound up committing extremely-minor larceny? And then Scottie said "never again"? Let's do it again!

Okay, stay with me - a friend from the record store needs an ~intimate video~ off her ex-boyfriend's phone deleted. He's been threatening to make it public; he's a douche, blah blah. Anyway, he's throwing an anti-Valentines Day party next week and I told her I'd take care of it, not out of the goodness of my heart, but because this guy dared to (incorrectly) correct my pronunciation of arrière-pensée the last time I saw him and needs to be taken down a peg. I'd prefer to throw him off of the eighth floor fire-escape, but I'm going to guess Scottie will veto that. First thing we need to do is get the phone - I'll take care of that. Second thing we need to do is distract him so he's not looking for his phone - Jackie? Third thing we need to do is delete the video and make sure he hasn't uploaded it to his cloud thing. Scottie? You're better with modern tech crap than I am.

She's a good friend and she's let me borrow her family's vacation cabin a few times. Pleeeease? I'm going to do it anyway so you might as well make sure I do it right.


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Hales - there's chili in the slowcooker. If you lift the lid for a taste before I tell you you can so help me God I will destroy you.

I'm still not convinced that the fairies had nothing to do with this.

Okay this is a new one, I'll give you that, portal. Or a lot of old things mixed in with new. But please tell me it's temporary, because the older you get, the less fun starting over is.

James Potter, front and center. Erica? Boyd?

That's it! 2015 is the dawn of a New Era in my life. No longer will I be a people-pleasing doormat desperate for validation and approval! I'm going to make something of myself. Just because I had a little bit of a crisis last March doesn't mean that I have to let some stupid television show control me and my mindset. I'm going to get a better job, one that actually uses my skills and isn't some soul-sucking customer service hell-hole with no opportunity for advancement. I'm going to figure out whether or not I want to go to school. I'm going to figure out my life. I'm going to stop eating cookie butter for breakfast and I'm going to tell people when they're being assbutts, and I'm going to be a better, more-secure person capable of decision-making and being strong and reliable and all of those adult things.

Lyle I'm cleaning out the fridge.

( posted on instagram )

Thanks for making a good Christmas for me. I know you worked hard on it, and it was really sweet. I thought I'd hate this time of year, and I kind of did, but you made it have good parts. Really good parts, I mean, that made up for all the parts where I wanted to make a den of blankets under my bed and see you suckers come spring.

I was pretty sure Santa didn't exist before the accident, but I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to ruin it for my sister. Then after I was a coyote for eight years, it never came up again, and I guess I sort of assumed that he was an actual thing since there was already so much magic in the world. I had been waffling about saying anything about it all December because it felt like it was this big joke that I wasn't in on, and because I didn't like thinking about Christmas things since the family I knew best is either dead or preferred me being missing to found. But you guys wrapped presents for me. I can't imagine anything more boring. You did that for me. Thank you so much; I definitely would have kept believing in Santa if it wasn't for the fact that the presents all smelled like you guys.

It was really kind, and I don't really know who all was in on it, but thank you. I didn't hate Christmas nearly as much as I thought I would.



And it's really good to know that some old fart isn't going to know when I'm sleeping.

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.

I know a lot of people don't like it when a holiday and their birthday line up, but I never minded sharing a birthday with Christmas. I was always off for it, after all, and we had plenty of food and visitors and I never wanted for presents. Things got awkward after the Chattering Order of St. Beryl started coming by when I turned twelve to see if my opinion on ending the world had changed, but they were at least always gracious about it and agreed to sing a very stirring rendition of Good King Wenceslas when I told them to pretend that they were carolers so as not to upset Mum and Dad. If there's one thing to know about Satanic nuns, they're very adaptable and their fruitcake has all sorts of things in it.

Anyway, I'm finishing up the last of my examinations this week; my entry into the school year was belated and still a little confusing but everyone's working very hard to ensure that I'm not too far behind. I was wondering if, speaking of carolers, anyone would like to join me in singing a few songs for the homes for the elderly next week? I've already spoken to a few administrators who would be happy to have some visitors. Let me know if something like this would appeal to you, and I'll sign you up.

I do suggest we avoid any references to grandmothers getting run over by reindeer, though. That seems like something the elderly could get sensitive about.

[ away from peter and melissa ]

Fuck everything.

Anyone have any incredibly entertaining ideas or plans that I can join in on today? I need to get out of this house for a bit into something interesting, or I'll just keep collecting gnomes. I don't want to be known just for weird statue-related interests.

Pretty thankful for the fact that I didn't find out until I was an adult that I'm not anywhere near as smart as a seven-year-old.

So through no fault of my own, we're down a turkey. I'd just taken it out of the freezer and was getting ready to brine it and turned my back for a second and Ivan... helped. A lot.

I'm probably going to have to sell my soul downtown, but either way, there will be a replacement turkey. And probably every last one of these too, because ugh I hate it when everything is not perfect.



And it's not even December.

[ Filtered to Scottie D & Scottie M; Isla can read ]

Hey, so Isla approached my dad to help her learn control, like the hunters do. This wasn't my idea b Dad hasn't weighed in on whether he's going to do it, but we figured if he does, this is the sorta thing you two would want to know about. I've already told Isla that I'm going to be in the immediate area in case of... whatever, and I figured that you (Delgado) would probably want to be too. Scottie M, I know that you're in Hawaii now, but I knew you'd want to hear about this too.

Isla is hoping that she'll get some help controlling her instincts as well as maybe help the uh tension between my family and her, so. We're open to suggestions and/or your freaking out on us (please don't freak out on us).

I need someone to come get me.

It's official! Moved out and back on the island. It's good to be within walking distance of Kamekona's again.

AND MAJOR BETA. I stole your ugly paintings an replaced them with my face. You're welcome. (And you should really let Lydia redecorate.)

Trick-or-treating was fun, so thanks for the invite, Scott. My candy collection is impressive but it could be improved. I'm willing to barter my raisins in exchange for anything-but-raisins. Please comment if you're interested.



So when I first got here I lied about my age to get out of high school, but after some thinking and reflection and a really awkward conversation about percentages-off in Target, I guess I might need some help after all. So I have a private tutor through the school system here in Hawaii, and if that works out I guess they're going to put me back into classes with other kids in January.

Are we sure I can't just be a coyote?