( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Lucy never came home this afternoon. As she never alters her schedule without prior notice to several different individuals, all of whom said that they never received word from her, I would very much like to let whichever one of you sick freaks has my wife know that if you're wishing for a swift and violent death, you're going to be disappointed.

[Filter to Lorne and Camelot - minus Uther/Morgause/Mordred/Ygraine]

I found her. She's still transformed, but she's mostly calm with me. I'm going to stay with her until she changes back.

I cannot be the only person in this city capable of dealing with werewolves and I am equally sure I am not the only one with a vested interest in them not being rounded up by folks looking to slaughter them.

So. Who wants to help me try to get a lid on this issue before it spirals even further out of control? I plan on going anyway but I figured I would at least make the offer because I don't know about you people but I, for one, am sick of sitting around waiting on the situation to fix itself.

[sounding panicked]

Oh god, Donna.

Come on open your eyes, Donna. Please you're going to be okay. You're... you're going to be just fine.

[odd sound of fabric tearing]

Help! S.. someone, anyone help... oh god someone please.

[Filtered to Nikola and James]

I've come across a vampire in this city that is apparently dying from being bitten by a werewolf. Currently I'm preparing to round up the HAPs that are currently loose to bring them to the sanctuary for safety, but if at all possible I would like to help this young woman as well. If the two of you are willing to join me I would certainly be grateful.

[Filtered to Miss Caroline]

My name is Helen Magnus. My daughter brought to my attention that you have been bitten by a werewolf and you are suffering possibly fatal effects from the bite. While I've not faced this problem before, if you would permit it I wish to try to find a way to cure you if it is at all within my ability to.

So I did some scans with my sonic, and the TARDIS processed those scans and there was a bunch of sciencey things and stuff and...

It appears you've caught some...werewolf, Lucy. I'm really, really sorry.

[It's very much one of those randomly starting to record moments. For a second all that can be heard is a low growl and a distressed horse before snarls and screams, the obvious sounds of an attack. After a few minutes of constant attack noises and cries, there's a loud whinny and a pained growl before the pounding feet disappear leaving only whimpering to be heard]

A wolf got Rose. She's okay. Shaken. Scratches, mostly. But she'll be alright.

This is stupidly ridiculous. We've had lunar eclipses here before. Haven't we? I'm not sure. But we must have! There's two moons! Surely their orbits... Anyway, shush. Stop talking. Shut up. That's not the point. You can't play with people like this. They're people.