Rooms

[Locked to Mai S]

How's things?

[Locked to "Emily"]

How're things with you?

[locked to gwen d.]

[...] You haven't heard from Max lately, have you?

[locked to jack c.]

So [...] Evie said you're not at the Mansion. I get it, if you need time, but [...] just let me know you're okay?

[public, anonymously.]

[Public except for Wren H.]

If I was looking to acquire powers, who would I talk to? Seems to be a high demand, there must be a supply.

[Public]

To whoever had the body of a sexy Vietnamese chick with fantastic heels, thanks for the foot massage.


[Locked to Faol]

I was a dude and I fucked another dude. It was awesome.

I'm looking for a Mike.

[ Sam, Louis, Ford, Joey, Marina]

you all make it out ok?

[ETA: Public]
[After this]

where the fuck is beacon hills?

[Scott sent out a locked post to everyone from his door except for Stiles, asking them to come to his house immediately, that it was an emergency. He couldn't answer the messages after that, too busy trying to wrap his head around what was happening. He went through the motions of picking up his house, although it wasn't too bad off, outside of having his and Stiles clothes and clutter in the living room. Except now Stiles was gone, replaced with something he didn't recognize. He didn't want to tell them all separately, just in case, at this point he was nervous about everyone. The door to the house was unlocked so people could walk in.

Scott himself was waiting for them, still a little shaky from everything that happened before. He hadn't known whether to include Jackson and Peter on the list, since they were all on shaky grounds, but at this point it seemed necessary to have all hands on deck. Especially since he had no way of knowing if Stiles was going to target them. He didn't look good, mostly from worry, paler than usual and he hadn't gotten sleep in a long time. He waited for the others to arrive.]

Police report came back. They had my car checked over and yup. Someone cut my brakes.

If it was one of you, heads are going to roll, I guarantee it.

[Drawn on the touch screen, an image ( appears. )]

[Delivery to Lydia M, at her home, late Monday afternoon.]

[The flowers are extravagant, obviously, because he doesn't know how to do anything low key. The card tucked in among the blooms is handwritten in Jackson's tight scrawl and reads, quite simply:]

Sorry.

[There is no other note, nothing to really indicate that he sent them other than his handwriting, if she still recognizes it.]

I guess at this point I should just be able to roll with whatever happens in Beacon Hills.

Who: Jackson & Lydia
What: Picking Jackson up from the hospital
Where: Beacon Hills Hospital
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: Jackson being an ass
Status: Completed!

[For some reason, Jackson had been expecting it to be more difficult to check himself out. The bandage wound around his head, still stained with his blood, hid the fact that the wounds were almost healed. Even if he felt a bit woozy from the impact, even if his muscles still ached, he was fine. So he checked himself out and got out of there as quickly as he could, and he was still shrugging on his button down over his under shirt when he stepped off the elevator to the lobby. Like hell he was gonna let Lydia see him laying in a damned hospital bed. It had been over six months since they had seen one another, and he wasn't going to fuck it up yet again.

The tendons in his neck stood out as he leaned against a pillar to wait, arms folded over his chest, his presence garnering more than a few looks given the blood his shirts were covered in. He'd change later. At home.]

[Locked to those in the Teen Wolf door]

[After this.]

[Hastily typed.]

Someone wantto come help me explain why the injuries i came in with are healing? anyone?

[Friday afternoon, after school has let out for the day, emergency personnel respond to a multi-vehicle accident less than a quarter mile from Beacon Hills High School. Eyewitnesses on the scene state that it was a Porsche driven by Jackson Whittemore, 18, that caused the accident, slamming into the back of a vehicle stopped for a red light, causing a chain-reaction that affected three vehicles in total. Ambulances were on scene to take Whittemore and two other individuals to the local hospital. Police are currently investigating the cause of the accident, and more details are expected to emerge as the day progresses.]

Sore wa... nanda?

Did anyone else hear that?
Was it just me?

Who: Jackson & Scott
What: An encounter
Where: Beacon Hills High School swimming pool
When: Recent!
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Status: In progress

( It was good to be back, but Jackson still had reservations. )

[As Jackson W]

So now we have magic journals to deal with. What else did I miss while I was gone?

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