Portland Net

Private to Caleb
That asshole took my friend's magic.

Private to Stiles
Can you cover my shift tonight?

Okay, hi, I'm sort of having this problem, because we really just moved here, and my mom should be picking me up from this carnival, but I can't see her anywhere and my phone won't call her. Does anyone know why? I even tried a couple of other people and it's just not recognising any number I put in so I don't know if I should, like, find a bus to a shop that could fix it or try to find our new place myself or just keep waiting. I'm just kind of... really done with the whole, yay, having fun at the carnival for the day and I'd really like to get home now.

Finn? Octavia? Raven? Mom?

If you can see this, please reply.

Sorry, man.

Stiles

Are you okay?

Adam

You're still here, right?

Aria's gone. Just like that. I hate this place.

I know we're all displaced and homesick so I thought maybe Caroline and I could host a Christmas party on Christmas Eve. Who's up for a little egg nog with their rum?

Having a high metabolism is probably the best thing ever. It means come Thanksgiving I can eat everything that I want. I can't wait.

Private to Allison
Are you okay? I know you've been busy but I wanted to know if we can pickup our training again after Thanksgiving is over.

I am so happy that I can finally wear a dress. Except I'm back to being short again.

Private to Peter Parker

And yes, I am gonna miss the suit. ;)

So....

That happened.

Can someone point me to the nearest rock to hide under?

This is probably a bit of a long-shot, but I don't suppose anyone still has any voice mail from Matt, do they?

Everyone check in.

Private to Stiles

We should talk about protection spells.

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?

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.

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?

Private to Stiles
How you holding up, Stilinski?


Private to Aria
You still doing okay?


Private to Faye
Is it weird that I miss home? It was never this crazy there. I could handle our crazy. Not this shit.


Private to Melissa
Hey, we haven't really talked. You safe?


Private to Weird Tree Thing
Did the zombies get you, Twiggy?

Derek passed away early this morning. I'm sorry.

Derek doesn't want anyone to know, so this stays with us ... you know, for now. He got injured from an infected like a week ago and he's not healing. He mentioned that his sense of smell is fading too, but I'm going to probably assume that his senses are just ... not as sharp as they're supposed to be. I need you two to look into this. I can't tell if he's turning, I haven't seen him, but from what he's told me, I think he is. And I don't know how much time he has. So if there's anything, we need to find it. Like ... now.

Hi. I'm Laura Hale. I think maybe some of you know my brother Derek. Derek and I were out trying to help with the zombies last night and we ran into Robin. She was trying to help someone escape the building when someone stabbed her. She was bleeding out quickly and I had to act fast. As an alpha werewolf I have the ability to turn people into beta werewolves. Werewolves heal very quickly and a stab wound would heal instantly. I asked her what she wanted and she told me she wanted to live so I tried to turn her.

Every once in awhile it just doesn't take. There really isn't a good explanation as to why. Some people just can't be turned and they die. Robin is very sick right now. Derek and I took her home. I'm not sure how much longer she might have. Of course you're welcome to come and see her.

I'm sorry.

Has anyone seen Aria Montgomery in the last 24 hours?