Portland Net

private to Serena
I know I probably asked this ... a million times today but, is there anything else I can do for you?

private to Bonnie
I talked to Damon. I think he'll be okay, not that he said much. He just has a lot on his mind.

private to Robin
Ready to get out of here for the night?

What's happening

I'm not dead?

Goddamn I didn't realise how bad that headache had gotten until it started easing up. Good job not being dead, everyone.

There's still heaps to do before I can get smashed. Most people at the shelters probably need help getting home or to the hospital if they're injured and I don't know about the other two but we could use a couple of volunteers to clean the whole place out, move rubbish to the skip out back, etc.

Katherine, do you want me to start on a full inventory when the bar starts clearing out a bit?

Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad the zombie outbreak is over. But I hate thinking about all the people who had to die because of it. The portal is the WORST.

private to Elena, Jeremy and Damon (seperately)
It looks like it's over with now. Is everyone okay?

private to Allison
Looks like you were right. The zombies didn't last.

private to Selene
I think I need your help. If you're still willing.

private to Peggy
I thought I'd check up on you considering the zombie apocalypse seems to be over with.

[private to peter]
It's over?

Thank God.

Are you still okay? I'm heading out of the safe house you sent me to. And totally behaved myself.

Mostly.

I might have had a slip up but I'm obviously fine.


[private to thalia]
Since I managed to survive with my brains intact, I might have to get back to that whole "picking your brain about the demigod thing". Possibly with a latte in hand.


[private to ianto]
Can I call you the next time I need a ride?

I'm kidding. Except for maybe asking for a ride to the closest shoe-heelery.


[teardrop people]
Thank you for providing a safe place during all of this.

No more zombies!

When do all the stores reopen so I can celebrate with a shopping spree?

Or just celebrate.

Because I feel like doing something fun and stupid and reckless before something else goes batshit around here.

So me and Stiles are getting some food and I'm going to cook dinner, like a proper dinner that doesn't come out of cans. Is everyone cool with lasagne?

Thank fuck October's over. Let's never do that again.

Locked to Pepper
Pep? Are you


Locked to Steve
How's Maya?


Locked to Peter Quill
Hey.

Still want to go to L.A.? We can drag Enzo along with us.

Thank God that's all over. Does this place have any sense of normalcy? Because I'd love to see it.

Someone lied. Apparently you can go home again.

The other cities should have after-Halloween candy sales, right?

[locked to Runaways]
Road trip, anyone?

If anyone doesn't drive/have a car and wants something before the shops here have time to restock, speak up while I'm well-caffeinated.

Friends/Acquaintances

So, everyone is... alive, non-injured, untraumatised? Hopefully at least one of the three? I figure I'm closer to a 2 than a 1, so there's that. Personally I'm still holding out for little adorable dinosaurs. They probably wouldn't last more than two weeks, but it would be a fun two weeks.

(Apparently while we've been fighting/hiding for our lives, big corporates have been utterly failing at Welsh. This is Scottish Gaelic at a Swansea Asda. This is offering people free erections. Really not sure which is more embarrassing.)

Okay, so maybe we should all do something together. I think we should all go down to the beach and have a bonfire.

private to Cassie
And that means you too. If you want to go. I mean, I really don't even care what happened anymore. It's whatever, so don't exclude yourself. You deserve to be there too.

private to Stiles and Aria
I'm trying to get my lame friends to go to the beach and have a bonfire and you two are more than welcome to join. After the month we had I think it's the perfect idea.

Private to Stiles

I don't even know how to start this, but I've been thinking about what to say to you for weeks now, so I'm just gonna start typing and see what comes out.

Thank you. For looking for me. For saving me. For not giving up on me. You don't know what that means to me, and I'm so sorry that I put you through all that. The only thing I could think of while I was trapped in that garage was that I would never see you again, and it was the single most horrible thought my brain could come up with. It didn't matter to me that I was going to die. What mattered to me was that I was going to die without you. And I never wanna feel that way again.

There was a point in my life when I thought I understood what true love was. I thought that I was going to love Ezra forever and that despite all the hardships we faced, he and I were destined to be together no matter what. I couldn't have been more wrong. And when I was in that garage thinking of something in my life worth fighting for, I never once thought about him. I know he's not here, but I don't think that would have made much of a difference. Not that I didn't love him. I did. I do. But I don't think it would have ever worked out with us.

Instead, I thought about you. I pictured you in my head, just smiling at me with chocolate donut frosting on your chin. I don't know why it was on your chin, but for a second there it made me laugh. And I needed that. I needed you. And you came through for me. And I still need you. To remind me what it's like to laugh again, because I'm afraid that I forgot what that's like. And I want to be there for you. To be the person you come to, unafraid to say what's on your mind. I wanna help you in any way that I can for as long as I live, because... I don't know what you do to me, Stiles Stilinski, but you have changed my life so fundamentally that I'm more than half the person I was before I met you.

So.... I guess what I'm saying is that.... I like you. Seems so anticlimactic now, doesn't it? But I do. Totally and completely and undoubtedly so. And I want to see you and be with you every day of my life, twice in a day if we can manage it. I don't know if that makes me a silly girl with a bunch of emotions right now, but I had to write this, even if I'm going to be embarrassed by it the moment I hit send. I spent all those days in that garage kicking myself for not telling you this sooner. I didn't know if I was going to make it or not, of if telling you all this was supposed to make things better, but I knew I had to tell you. So I'm telling you now. I'm sorry it took so long, and I'm sorry you had to read all this.

I'm gonna hide under my covers now, okay?