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lydia martin ([info]futureimperfect) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-09-12 18:57:00

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Entry tags:inactive: lydia martin, inactive: scott mccall, inactive: stiles stilinski

WHO: Lydia, Scott, and Stiles
WHERE: The High Line & beyond (maybe)
WHEN: Thursday evening
WARNINGS: only a pair of idiots so far ;)
SPOILERS? Unlikely?

It felt nice to get out of midtown. Even though Lydia traveled to Morningside Heights several times a week, that generally didn't quite feel like an escape. And after the week they'd been having so far, an escape was definitely desired. Things seemed to be reaching a safe equilibrium, so she'd jumped at the chance to get out of the apartment and do something with Stiles and Scott.

The golden hour was just starting as she dug into the gelato she'd grabbed from a vendor, and the warm glow combined with their elevated view almost made the island feel like a gilded gift. They didn't have views like this back home, certainly. Or much in the way of art installations. Pausing in front of one, an involuntary sigh escaped, seemingly loosening every muscle in her body at once. Yea, this was definitely something she'd needed.

"There are galleries at the end of this park that have free wine and cheese on Thursday nights." Not that she needed to do more than wander through the park, but the boys might. Then again, free wine in an art gallery might not exactly be their thing either.

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[info]truealphascott
2019-10-02 11:42 pm UTC (link)
Another time Scott mouthed to Stiles over Lydia's shoulder. He knew the fact that everyone forgot he'd even existed for so long still hurt, despite knowing they'd had no control over it. They'd all been traumatised in so many ways during the Wild Hunt, which was all too obvious from the way Lydia hugged him. She wasn't just scared about Malia becoming Lenore, from the sound of it. "We'd never leave without your permission," Scott said with a small smile as he grabbed the shopping once more and resumed his place beside the couple.

"Tacos thrown at you?" Scott asked with a raised eyebrow and a grin, trying to get the mood lightened a little once more. "I think those ostriches were getting jealous of all the loving," he told Stiles as he hopped into the elevator and watched their beady eyes follow them as the door shut behind them. "Maybe they want some Stiles too? Could pimp the guy out to the birds, Lyd?" he teased, knowing that he was just being a dork in order to make the others smile a little.

When the elevator opened he was first out and headed straight to his apartment, opening the door to let the others inside. "Anyone home?" he called, though he doubted there'd be any answer at this time of day. "Make yourselves at home, try not to break the house," he told them with a grin as he headed to the kitchen to unpack.

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[info]sarcasticfriend
2019-10-02 11:56 pm UTC (link)
"Okay..." Stiles said looking between Lydia and Scott. "Still not going anywhere now." Not that he had any control over that. But if it were up to him, yeah, he'd stay put with Lydia.

"Don't waste perfectly good tacos." He shook his head. "Well, they're not getting any lovin' from me." He was shaking his head again at Scott's suggestion. "Nope. But we can hand you over to them."

Once they were inside the apartment, he made his way over to the couch and flopped down on it. "We're not going to break the house. Give us a little credit here. Now, chop-chop! Make us food!"

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[info]futureimperfect
2019-10-03 12:10 am UTC (link)
"I don't think the birds could afford it," she mused. "Even if Stiles was open to it. You on the other hand..." Teasing definitely felt like a safer conversation. As an added bonus, she could keep it up all night and not run out of material.

"That's what he says before breaking houses." The last inside, Lydia shut the door then went to join Scott in the tiny kitchen, unpacking the bags and balling them up. "Do you need help? I'm much better at chopping."

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[info]truealphascott
2019-10-03 12:31 am UTC (link)
"You were the one casting aspersions on my perfectly good tacos earlier," Scott pointed out to Stiles. "I knew it would happen some day. We've finally found the thing that Stiles won't do!" he said with feigned horror, "and immediately you guys double-team me! Nope. I'm the wolf here, I'd eat those ostrich-fucks for breakfast," he said with a smug smile. "I've heard they taste like fillet steak," he said with his stomach chipping in with a rumble.

Scott laughed as Stiles started to order him around and rolled his eyes skyward. "If he breaks the place, I'll set Cora on him," he told Lydia with a chuckle. He was happy to have all the help he could get, "proper family-style cooking," Scott said with a nod as he passed her a knife. "Don't stick it in Stiles, even if he deserves it and we all take the blame for dinner - ground rules are good," he told her with a smirk. "You want drinks guys?" he asked, gesturing to the fridge where the sodas lived. "Help yourselves to whatever you need," he said as he started to get dinner on the go.

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[info]sarcasticfriend
2019-10-03 12:45 am UTC (link)
Stiles snorted. "You wouldn't do that. That means killing and we all know that you don't kill. So, try again, Wolf boy."

"Pfft. I'm not going to break anything. And there will be no setting Cora on me. Plus, she wouldn't hurt me. I saved her that one time." He had started to only half-listen to the conversation, but when Scott mention sticking something in him, it got his attention back. "What? No one is sticking anything in me."

Soda sounded good, but that meant getting up again. Drink. Don't move. Drink. Don't move. He finally got up and went into the kitchen to grab a soda. He also grabbed the candy out of the bag and tossed it into the fridge. "Anyone want anything before I walk away?"

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[info]futureimperfect
2019-10-04 11:07 pm UTC (link)
Lydia was washing the vegetables to prep them for cutting and shook her head as the boys went on about stabbing Stiles. "I'm going to have to take all of the knives, aren't I?" Not that there were a lot in the kitchen. It wouldn't be too hard. "The food fight that's not happening doesn't need to then turn into a knife-throwing thing." Maybe there was something here that could be useful as a shield. Well, besides a human body.

Moving to the counter, she started cutting, shaking her head at the offer. "I'm good for now. Is there anything else you need, Scott?"

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