Hey.

[New Lydia (hertether)]

Hi. You settling in okay?

[Pack Werewolves + Scott (neverawolf)]

Full moon in two days. Does everyone have a plan that needs one?

[Scott (youranimalside)]

Hey. The full moon is in a couple days. You've probably got everything under control already, but I thought I'd make sure and see if you needed anything.

Hey. [She smiles. Her voice is a little quiet. Isaac's death has shaken her up, too.] Are you guys staying safe?

[Ana is sobbing, mostly because of the throbbing pain in her arm where Connor shot her. She's trying very hard to make it look like she's afraid for her life. She's on her knees, holding the gunshot wound in her arm, and Isaac's dead body is right next to her.] Someone help! Jesus, someone was shooting at us. I... I think he's dead.

Hey, did you want to go for a run tomorrow?

[Awkward Melissa. She's v confused from their date and Mother's Day and she hates not knowing where she stands with people]
Hey, do you have a minute?

[Kids]
[Scotts, Stileses, Scouts, Clark, Isaac #1, Izzy, Jackson, Grandkids, Lydias that consider her family, Allisons that are with Scott/Scout, annd anyone who I'm forgetting :X]
Thank you all for a wonderful day.

[Scott who was in the hospital last on the full moon]
Hey, how is everything?

[Allison's barely left her room in two days.

She's staying in Lydia's apartment, which is huge and full of life...and nothing Allison can really handle. The few times she has left her room for a bite to eat or a shower, it's only when she feels like the quiet and the solitude of her room finally reach her core, soaking into the marrow of her bones so that she can face the new world she's in.

Then she sees Lydia, or something that belongs to her, and that illusion of her tether is ripped away from her again.

It's more than she can stand, so after returning to her room from yet another hot shower meant to try and restore a sense of well being, she finally picks up her tablet one day and switches on the video feed. When her face fills the screen, it's pale and a little haggard, but thankfully she hasn't been crying, so she's dry eyed and calm, her hair still wet and combed back from her face as she sits tucked into a chair with her knees drawn up to her chest.]

Tell me about the worlds you come from.

[Maybe someone from her world is here, or one like it...maybe there's someone out there that can make her feel less alone in a crowded room.]

["I'm here to save my best friend."

"I'm here to save my girlfriend."

"...I just didn't feel like doing any homework."

Allison can't help but smile, feeling a wistful ache for Isaac's flippant response, when she could see the depth of his own fear and worry in his eyes: for all the antagonism, Isaac cared about Stiles...and his faith in Scott as his Alpha was so absolute, so unshakable that he'd stood as his tether during the surrogate sacrifice.

He was here because Scott was here, and she loved him a little for that.

One by one, and as a pack, they braced themselves and walked through the gate...

...and Allison ended up alone on the other side.

Gripping her bow a little tighter, she was unaware of the tablet nearby, recording a feed of the night sky and her voice, calling out to her friends.]

Scott?...Isaac?...Kira?...

[A few moments later, she appears, standing over the tablet as she stops walking, looks around...

...and draws an arrow from her quiver, notching it onto her bowstring.

Wherever she is, whatever's coming...she'll be ready.

And she won't stop until Lydia is by her side again.]

Is there anyone else here?

[Scotts]
[All]
Hey.

[Emissary Stiles!]

Hey, so. Stiles and I were talking before about the possibility that I might have the potential to be an emissary? I don't really know much about that, obviously, and I was just wondering if we can all kind of work together on figuring that out? I mean, my timing is kind of terrible, I guess, we can definitely wait until this next full is over, obviously, but yeah.

[Jackson]
Hey. You settling in okay so far? Head still spinning?

[Allison smiles a friendly smile. She's just checking on him. She's fully aware that he's not the Jackson she lost, but it still feels important to check in on him.] Hey. How are you doing?

Scott? Scott? Melissa!