[LA Group + younger Lydia, Stiles, Scott and Allison from the Hyperion. + Fox Stiles and his Scott]
The full moon is going to be more dangerous than usual this month. Please make sure you stay inside.


[Older trio + Allison + Dahlia]
Considering Saturday, I'd prefer if all of us stayed at home with the kids. [She means mostly you, Stiles.]


[Newest Allisons]
[Now that she has Allison living with her, she's been trying to pull away from the other Allisons less. But there's been a sudden influx of them and she's not sure who they are just yet. So a broader greeting will have to do.]

Hi. I don't know if all of you know who I am or how much you know about the supernatural, but with the full moon approaching, I wanted to see how you're doing and if you have a safe place to stay.


[Scott who's in jail]
[She's been going to see him every day, make sure he's at least trying to eat ans at least making some kind of progress. She hates seeing him in there. But tonight she's there to check on how the full moon is affecting him, too.]

Hey.

Dinner tonight, my place. You're all coming.

[Lydia]
Does other-me's guy know her intentions?

[Cain]
Chaperoning a double date where one of said daters is a younger version of myself is officially one of the weirdest things that has come of living in this city.

[Public Post]

Attention, Dark City: y'all are crazy as fuck, stay the hell out of my way or I will go radioactive levels of Springer on your asses.

And to be clear? No, that is not a threat to kill anyone. Just keep your wacko bullshit out of my life, my homegirl's life, and my man's life, or I'll go so totally Mean Girls, you'll wish you were dead.

Oh, and I'll kick your ass.

[Private to Baby Badass (aka unpopular!Lydia)]

The world is totally batshit crazy. First? Make a date with your boyfriend tonight, 'cause I'm totally making one with mine. Second? Come to my place armed to make fudge and watch movies and fuck around with make up for shits and giggles. Something low key and mellow.

[A beat.]

...I'm also not dead and got no intention of being dead. [Because...you know...with a dead Allison floating around, she feels it's her BFF duty to assure her bestie of this fact.]

[Private to Man Candy (aka ~neverawolf)]

So, I'm infinitely not dead. Felt like that needed saying.

Also? With Scott McCalls being wanted men and shit, I'm coming over to your place tonight. I wanna see you, I'll be dead quiet, I won't even speak to the WereBitch, and we don't have to screw unless you feel like it. I just...do what I want, so fuck you.

[Translation: she needs a giant cuddle. Deal with it, boyfriend.]

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Think they'll do anything now that their Golden Boy has done the unthinkable?

(ETA) [Stiles]
[she means ~naturalemissary, but all can see]

So, how's it feel to know at least one version of your best friend is a coldblooded killer?

My new friend invited me to have drinks with him later, would you all like to come with us?

[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?

[Scott is on his bed buried in a pile of all different kinds of puppies. Puppies everywhere. About a dozen puppies. They are all very excited to be here]

Stiles?! I think I wished...

[She's on her daughter's bed, staring at a picture of the two of them when Chris comes in. There's a quiet conversations about the claims he'll make. She had a history of depression. Chris promises to tell people what he has to, but he won't let Allison believe it. She worries people will say she was weak, she took the easy way out and ask how she could do this to her family. Chris assures her Allison will know it was the hardest thing she ever did, that she did it for them.

She can feel it in her veins, the virus she was infected with taking hold. It's time. And as strong and cold and hard as Victoria Argent made herself through the years, she can't do this on her own. She has to ask for her husband's help. Because here, at the end, she was too weak. There's a sharp pain as the knife goes in, but it's over quicker than she expected.

Except...

It's not. Something happened. Something was wrong. She gasps, a deep, desperate sound as she looks around wildly.]

Chris? Chris?

So, uh, I heard a few things 'bout this TV show that's been on. The one about life in Beacon Hills?

I just wanna let those affected know if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm out here. And believe me, I get dealing with the fucked-up aspects of fiction with roots in reality, and how the whole damn thing is bullshit...'scuse the language, ladies.

Anyway, uh--I guess that's it. Oh, and the name's Lance. Since most of you have no fuckin' clue who I am--again, pardon the language.

[Scott who was dating her version of Allison]
[She wants him to tell her he didn't mean to hurt Allison more than anything. Because then she'll know she can fix it.]
Hey.


[Stiles who's best friends with the Scott who was dating her version of Allison]
Hi. I don't know which one you are but, can I ask you something?


[Her Allison]
Do you wanna come over?


[Her Stiles]
Hi.


[Her Dahlia]
Sissy, I need your help.

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.

[shortly after this happened!]

So...I think I have a date with Allison tomorrow?

[Stiles that offered to help her.]
[She's not even sure how to start this conversation, so she'll just go with:]
Hi.


[Allison she made a deal with]
[This conversation she's more nervous about having, but she wants to at least thank her.]
Thanks for not hurting him.


[Her Allison]
Do you wanna help me get new clothes?


[Her Stiles]
[Her face brightens a little when she starts her message to him.]
Hi.


[Wolf!Scott]
Hey. I talked to the other Stiles and he said he can help and he said you should come? Are you free tomorrow?


[Her Scott]
How are you adjusting? Are you okay? Do you need anything?

[It's stupid. It's antagonistic. It's asking for a fight. He knows this. He's perfectly aware of it. And he's doing it anyway. As if he's not stressed enough. As if Stiles and Malia, Davina and Allison aren't. But he can't stand it, and something extremely defensive within him just...demands he says something. Somewhere in the back of his mind, where things are clear and not clouded over by anger and annoyance and confusion and helplessness, he knows it's the wolf speaking through him.]

So is this it now? I'm just a ticking time bomb you're all waiting to go off?

[It wasn't as random of a statement as it might have seemed. The problem with communicating through video feeds is he still hears things he's not supposed to. Her room so close to his, he'd heard bits and pieces of what Davina was saying:

"He's getting worse.
...everyone's waiting for him to screw up."

It hurt to hear what he was worried about confirmed. And these days, pain manifests as anger.]

[Stiles, Allison and Scott]
(ooc: all versions can see)

[She's sitting outside, in the middle of the road near the woods but not quite there yet. She's still trying to catch her breath and make her head stop spinning, but at least the ground stopped shaking.]

I think-- Scott is in trouble. The one who bit me.

I saw a wolf. But I think it was in my head. I don't--

Was the earthquake real?

Well, Peter's gone. Dead or sent back. Whatever. Let's party.