To: My wife
From: Your Husband
Good morning. I miss you.
[He's dancing to the song now]

This is funny!

[There's a written message to Ari's tablet]
Hi. Do you want to see tv?

[He was having some trouble sleeping, he was thinking of a lot of things, but she popped into his mind so he writes her.]
Hey, are you still up?

I just had a good idea.

[Ooc: WereStiles is getting a dead big fucking rat delivered to his door.... and no, I don't mean possum. ~friendship~]

[Logan is in the middle of the woods, shirt torn at the sleeve and blood splattered on his clothes. There's a machete in his hand, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he beheads a walker.]

Fucking zombies. [The words are muttered and he turns, kicking at another that's too close for comfort.]

Seriously, why the fuck couldn't we have an alien apocalypse? No, it has to be goddamn zombies. Veronica, where the hell did you go? [He turns in a circle, looking for her and not seeing her anywhere. Goddammit.

Then he catches sight of a flashing red light a few feet away and he cocks his head, zeroing in on it. ]

Is this for fucking real? [He picks up the iPad and stares at it. He hasn't seen one of these in a couple years, let alone one that's working.]

Veronica, you're not gonna believe what I just found.

For the guests coming in earlier in the evening, there will be a nice view of the blood red sunset during dinner. The table will be set up by the large windows in the dining room and a large play room will be set up for the children just off the dining room.

For the after party, dinner guests with children will have the option of setting the kids down in one on the empty rooms and joining the party.

And for the prom goers and their friends, the backyard will be set up and there will be three bar stations around the room, along with waitresses serving drinks and food for the guests.

Music will be playing and your hostess will be available to help with anything you need.

[Use this post for all your party related needs! Just make sure you mention whether it's dinner party or after party, not to confuse the other guests!]

We need more guns.

[Mika's Groups (Excluding all tinies except Carl), Group (Including Manny), Sara's Group]
[Emissary Verse, TWD Canons & AUs that associate with Mika, His own group, and Glader group]
We're going out hunting Cranks. If you want to come, you should

Attention everyone! This is a test of the 'Mergency Broadcast System.

[The furious (and maybe slightly scared) eight year old girl on the feed is bluffing, but at least if Daddy sees this video, he'll give her brownie points for creativity, and Mommy won't punish her for punching someone in the nose again.]

I hafta report a robbery. Lucas McCall took my Batman backpack again, but he didn't stop there. Oh no...this time, it had my mermaid Barbie and my Iron Man action figure in it...with the arc reactor that makes the noise an' real life repulsor beams.

[She takes a deep breath, visibly trying to compose herself.]

It was by the edge of the sand pit while I was swingin', an' when I got off the swing? It was not there. So Lucas McCall, or anybody else who has my Batman backpack with my dolls in it...

[She takes another deep breath, but this time her face starts getting red. Get ready, Dark City, you're about to witness the result of Martin-Stilinski breeding: Stella-splaining.

Narrowing her eyes, she lifts a finger to shake into the feed...and starts hollering at the top of her lungs.]

YOU BRING IT RIGHT BACK TO ME ON THIS SPOT IN THE PARK THIS SECOND OR I'M GONNA TELL MY DADDY AND HE'S GONNA TELL MY MOMMY AND ALL THREE OF US ARE GONNA KNOCK YOUR HEAD SO FAR DOWN YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO UNLACE YOUR SHOES TO EAT DINNER!

[Winded by her tirade, she pauses for a second to catch her breath...then adds as an afterthought...]

Oh, and I think I got kidnapped to Gotham City or something? So if I could talk to Batman or Wonder Woman or the Green Arrow or a policeman that knows them, I'd 'preciate it.

[And just like that, Stella Martin-Stilinski flashes everyone her mother's sweetest smile.]

Thank you!

Lizzie? Lizzie?

[Family]
(ooc: Whoever considers her family :p)

Thank you for yesterday. I had a great day and it meant a lot to me.

I love you guys.

I can't thank you enough.

[Stiles and Lydia]
Thank you for watching Miguel. He wasn't too much trouble, I hope.

[Miguel]
Estoy yendo.

[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.]

[around the time of this post]

I need an available med-type. There's...a situation at Amanda's lab. [He resists the urge to sigh about it. She was so eager, she forgot herself sometimes, it seemed.] I'm coming with you.

Two probable patients. Amanda and...as she put it, a very sick, feverish, unconscious man. There was an accident in the lab and she tried to fix it, but her means were...new, I guess? And now she's advanced the illness. [Pause.] She also advises not to go near the mice or zombies.

Is that -- that is definitely the Eiffel Tower. Across the street from Big Ben. [The words are mumbled, clearly confused.]

Ooookay. Well then. Clearly we've stumbled onto something else that makes little to no sense and we're talking to ourself. Good job, Melissa.

I need you to take Miguel. [He looks worse for the wear. His skin is paler than usual and there are dark rings around his eyes.]

[Miguel]
No discuta conmigo.