I know not all of you will believe me, but her death wasn't permanent.

And a new Stiles has just arrived. [She smiles softly at that, she felt him the second he showed up, and she's already on her way to the woods to find him.]


[Wolf Scott]
You'll want to meet him.

Hey! Are you okay?

[Scott is sitting on the floor with about five puppies in his lap who are all very excited to see him on the floor. Other puppies can be seen in the background puppying about. That's right, puppy cascade was permanent.]

Hey. So. Anyone looking to adopt a dog? Or two? Or...five?


[His Stiles and Allison, Andy, Unpopular Lydia]
It might not be so bad to keep a couple, right? Like, two, tops?

Also, Andy, can you come glow your eyes at them or something? Aren't you like...the top dog? Because you're a werewolf? The top dog who can make them stop trying to eat my shoes?

[Jason]
What happened at the prison, was that you?


[SURPRISE SPAM for imademymistakes!Stiles]
[ooc: takes place in the morning before he makes this post]

[He'd checked in a few times with his mom since Stiles had been admitted, but he hadn't gone to see him in person yet. He told himself it was because of the wish stuff, an actual puppy pack running around the Hyperion tended to be pretty freaking distracting. If he was honest with himself though, it had a lot more to do with the fact that he was too freaked out to face the sight of the version of his best friend he'd had a fight with in the hospital. He didn't want to know how close it had been. But even with a million other Scotts there to check on Stiles it was a pretty cowardly reason to stay away, and he knew it.

So now he's outside the door to the med bay taking a deep breath and securing his armful of puppies. It had seemed unfair to his Stiles to leave him with all of them, so he'd scooped a few random ones up on his way out. He's still hovering nervously outside the door when one of them yips loudly and Scott makes a face before pushing the door open with his shoulder and edging in tentatively]

Uh, hey Stiles. I just wanted to come by and see how you were doing?

Are you okay? [She read the other Allison's post and assumes that he is, in fact, NOT okay.]

Hey, can I come over?

...What was that?

Anyone else going for a hunt tonight?

Hey, Dahlia. Are you doing any better?

[Andy]
Want to get ice cream later?

[ETA: Dad Stiles that's friends with Andy]
Hey, Dad Stiles. How's your day going today and also do you have a minute for a question about people and dating and stuff... not that I want to date him or anything, I just had a question... about friendship.

Feel like going to a loud overcrowded stinky party with a drugged out hippie?

[Nate, Andy, Mia, Girl Stiles, Erica]
All in favor of drowning out that noise with a video game marathon?

[Alpha!Scout]
Should I be like... preparing for an apocalypse?

Prom's theme this year is Cosmic Love and all the decorations are stars and moons and planets, in hues and shades of blue and silver and purple and pink. There are balloons everywhere, and floating tealight battery-operated candles adorn pretty crystal bowls filled with water. Sparkly star confetti is also strewn on the silver tablecloths covering the tables. The photographer's set up is in the far corner of the large gymnasium for those having their pictures taken.

A DJ with all his fancy equipment is set up on the stage and taking requests for songs and song dedications.

There are tables of food toward the back of the room, as well as a table for drinks. Both are being monitored by school staff in case there are any ideas of spiking the punch.


[Use this post for all your prom related needs, folks! Mingle, get to know new people, dance with your date, etc. Have fun!]

[One minute, she was discussing the next hunt with her father...still obedient and loyal, still looking at her like she'd died, like she was one of them, something to be hunted and captured and dealt with...and the next she wasn't.

She's just grateful she had her daggers in hand when it happened.

Standing near the base of a massive structure she has to step back to look at, and even then can't see the top, Allison is immediately on alert. Ring daggers at the ready, she turns in a slow circle to survey her surroundings...

And spots a tablet on the ground, roughly two feet away.

Glancing around, she walks over to carefully pick it up, finding the device is on and transmitting. She scans it for a moment, familiarizes herself with its functions, then finally addresses the feed.]

I don't know where I am? But when I find out, I'm going to kill whoever brought me here.

[Not a threat: a fact. This Allison has steel in her gaze, knives in her voice, and shoots her words like arrows, with perfect and deadly precision.

In any world, any universe...this is not the Allison that anyone knows.]

[Excluding Parents of Pack Teens (the ones who consider themselves primary caregivers)]
Hey, is anyone else bored out of their minds and in the mood to explore this city?