[She looks thoroughly pissed off.] I'm stuck in a room with some asshole that keeps calling my son a demon baby and I'm trying not to kill him, but it's getting progressively more difficult. How are the rest of you faring?

You know what I'm finding are a pain in the ass? Cravings. I have no idea where I could find cotton candy in this city.

[She sighs, imagining the pure sugar just melting away in her mouth. Yeah, this is a pain in the ass.]

What are each of you up to? Distract me.

What do you think of Christopher as a middle name?

[Family filters now include the Mikaelsons. Because they sort of feel like family nowadays.]


[Allison is still thinking of what Gen said, but she's trying to distract herself. She has a stack of magazines next to her with ideas for a dream nursery. Now she figures she'll involve her friends.] So, it looks like Tuesday we find out the gender of the baby. I'm going to take bets on whether this child will be a boy or a girl. You don't have to bet money, I just want to hear your guesses and see who's right and who's wrong. Go for it.

[Allison is laughing delightedly. Everything that happened last night is still in the back of her mind, but this feels so much more important.] It moved! The baby! Wow, he or she is really developing fast!

[Nate, you're family, but you're included.]

[When she appears on the screen she's holding a bloody washcloth to her nose. It's not terrible, but she looks pretty freaked out. It's the first nosebleed she's ever had, actually. When she speaks her voice is slightly muffled by the washcloth.]

Is this normal?


[OOC: Pregnancy nosebleeds!]

[ETA Filter to Nate]
[Now she's a crying mess. The lower half of her face is still smeared with a little bit of blood and tears are flowing freely from her eyes.] Can I be a good parent, Nate? Is that even still possible?

Hey. Are you doing anything right now?

Tuesday next week I go for my first ultrasound. Want to come with? I'm pretty sure Kol will be going, too, so I didn't know if you'd want to tag along.

Baby, we've got to go to the mall tomorrow. Spiderman broke my phone.

[~lonearcher!Allison, ~argentpredator!Allison, Hunter!Scott, Andy, Victoria, Nate, Gen, Rebekah, Jimmy, ~troublewalking!Allison, Cordy, Micah. She's cuddling Micah rn]

Hey. [She's emotionally wiped out, she wants to invite them all to the burial, but she's still in shock from finding her like that earlier. The things that the pack said to her. Taunting her about Cass's death after seeing her body. Nothing mattered to them. They're still never going to change because they don't see the problem... but right now's the time for mourning. She carried her mutilated body to the funeral home after the post, the feeling of her blood soaking her clothes curdled her stomach. She's not sure she'll ever get the feeling off, even after all the showers she took] [Cemetery location], 8:00 am. I'd like you to come.

[Gen]
I don't think Scout should come, but if you think she'd want me to invite her, I will.

[ooc: Mostly the filter just means Mikaelson Manor, Nate, and Cassie, but it also means anyone who is nice to Allison on the regular.]

Turns out the first obstetrician visit is a bunch of tests. The doctor only saw me this soon because I told the receptionist that this was a special case. Apparently he thought I meant it was an at-risk pregnancy. I did compel him not to freak out when I clarified the situation and asked him to research vampire and werewolf pregnancies, but he told me he couldn't make any promises. Apparently there aren't a lot of documented cases similar to mine. Who knew?

[Allison sighs after finishing up telling everyone everything. She's been poked at and prodded enough for one day.]

[Cordelia]
I'm not going to hurt anyone. Obviously if someone comes after me, but not otherwise. [She smiles weakly.] I went to the obstetrician today. In case you couldn't see the filter up top.

[Public Video [belatedly filtered against children]

[The Allison that comes on the feed is pale and drawn, but she's wholly herself after a few days of rest, decent food, and spending time in the Stilinski Apartment. Having Lydia, Stiles, and the rest of their family (including an adorable eight year old who insisted on leaving a new hand drawn picture outside her room every day until she was "well" again) has helped her come close to feeling stable.

At least, as long as she doesn't think too hard about what she's become...the werewolf instincts, and the strange way her wounds all healed like they were burning from within...and the way her eyes glow like fire...]

Hi. My name is Allison, and...I'm new.

I...still don't understand a lot about this place. Truth be told, I don't even understand much about me. I do know, however, that Scott--a version of Scott--killed a version of me recently.

I met him the night I came back, and I know he didn't do it on purpose.

So if you're trying to help him? Contact me, we should talk. And if you aren't trying to help him...you should know that I'll kill the first person that lays a finger on him.

[Private to her Scott (~staindsoul)]

If you can hear this message...please come find me.

[Citywide spam - for staindsoul, but others welcome and multiple threads okay]

[She's still not in total control of herself, but knowing that Scott is out there, that he's suffering...especially after what he did, all because he's convinced that none of this is real...Allison can't just stay in the apartment.

So she heads out without telling anyone, and stays out just looking for him. She tries to pick up his scent, and when she finds it she calls out to him. She stays in one place each time she catches a promising scent trail, hoping he'll come out of hiding if she's patient.

Each time she comes up empty is more and more upsetting.

Finally, she catches a particularly strong scent trail and follows it, hoping to find Scott on the other side.

Because she's starting not to care if she loses control and hurts someone.

She's not going home until she's found him...until she knows he's all right.]

Anyone who wants to come after Scott is going to have to go through me first. So you might want to consider that before you make any moves.

[Allison looks a little ragged. She still feels sick off and on and it's been driving her crazy. More than that, she thinks she knows what's wrong and it's bothering her.] Can I swear you to secrecy? I think I know what's wrong with me. There's a new symptom. You can't tell Kol, though. It's very important that I be the one to tell him and I don't want to jump the gun.


[Delayed; Kol]

[Allison is fighting a smile on her face. She knows that she's happy, but has no idea how Kol will react.] It's not a witch.


[Suuuper delayed; Nate & Cassie]
[She's smiling.] I have some good news I wanted to share with you.

I just wanted to let you guys know I'm moving back to Watchtower.

[Cassie]
I can't stay with Allison and watch her go down this path with Kol again.

[Tommy & Liz]
You guys busy today?

You're hurting people because of him. Why do you let him do this to you? This isn't you and it never has been, Allison.

[Hunters & Others involved in the Kol/Allison situation]
[No Victoria or others of the kill first, questions later mindset.]
I know it doesn't change what she's doing, but it's him, his influence on her, this isn't her. So...I know I can't expect special treatment just because she's my sister. But...can I at least ask you not to hurt her unless you have no choice?

[When the car plows through the portal, he's not expecting the massive crash.

He's also expecting there to be a driver.

The car doesn't stop until it hits the wall, leaving Lorne coughing and sputtering in the backseat...far more alone than he ought to be.

He's unaware of the tablet sitting on an overturned oil drum a few feet away, recording the sight of the baby blue convertible smoking and destroyed, and empty save for him as he stumbles out of the backseat, brushing off his shirt.]

Okay, kids, this stopped being funny when we crashed the car!...Angelcakes?...Gunn? Cordy!

[Turning in a slow circle, the green-skinned, red horned demon standing in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, looks around suspiciously as a terrible realization dawns in his features.]

...ohhhhhkay, if this dimension doesn't have mixed drinks and R&B? I'm gonna make my mother proud and riot.