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26} i felt a pulse, i swear you moved...

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So, I've seen the network, and...I've done this before.

[She takes a deep breath, steels herself...and smiles.]

If anyone from Beacon Hills can hear me, I want you to listen: I'm alive. I'm alive, I'm fine...I just turned eighteen, and I'm happier now than I've been in a while.

I need you all to know I'm coming home. I'm not sure when, but...I am coming home. I love you guys, and...I'm sorry for what you've gone through.

Anyone else...come say hello. Show me what's out there.

[Filtered away from Tig Trager]

Also...if anyone from Charming can hear me who knows the name Tig Trager, please reach out. As long as the network's having another communication breakdown, I want to use it to help him. I want to get him back to you, back to the club, and back to his daughter.

(Allison's 4th Wall Day post is a go!)

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Can't say I know any Beacon Hills. But if an 18 year old girl's assuring people she's still alive, it sounds like the sort of place I should visit!

...is it?

[Wary werewolf girl is wary of your creepiness, stranger dude.]

Well sure. Place like that needs a hero. And I...am a god damn American Jedi.

[ A big, warm grin. Just for you, Allison. ]

Does this Jedi have a name?

[There is a raised eyebrow and folded arms. She knows that smile and does not buy it.

Not one penny. Nope.]

The name's Nick.

[ Come on, Allison. It's an adorable and open and honest smile! ]

So what is it that makes Beacon Hills so very dangerous?

[Well that all sounds super heavy, which means Dean is not about to step into the middle of it at all.]

Well that was one helluva personals ad, darlin'. Sign me right up.

Edited 2015-02-07 03:49 (UTC)

[It's Dean...but not Dean. She remembers seeing him before, and this face again...it makes her ache for the man Stiles is charged with helping.

But she smiles and doesn't let it show, raising a dubious eyebrow at him.]

I'm taken, but flattered, thanks.

Well that explains it: you're not really trying.

[Neither, though, is Dean; he just opens his mouth and flirting falls out, especially when he's trying to pave over the fact that he has a sneaking suspicion she's either dead or supposed to be for the majority of people she's talking to.

He knows a thing or two about how this shit works.]

Let's see - Allison, wasn't it?

Good memory, Winchester.

[She wants to say something...she doesn't even know, but she wants to make this count for something, somehow. She wants to see if this brighter, lighter, half-mended version of him can somehow help himself without bearing the weight of who she knows.

So she cocks her head to one side, peering at him without losing her smile.]

Y'know, I'm curious about something, since our wires have crossed again...what puts you in a really bad mood, big guy?

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And the weirdo dating profile continues but hey, it's your show.

Uhhhh... rust, Simpsons reruns, and the ice cream machine being busted.

[He doesn't really expect that's what she's asking, but he doesn't know either what she really does want, so this is what she gets. It's easy, too, rolling right out of stream of consciousness and into the air.

Along with the faces he pulls while doing so:] Oh, and sand. You know why. Sex on the beach? Not actually that great.

Well you didn't need to reassure me any, silly.

At least I hope you don't. Things can't have gone that bad since I left, can they? Maybe don't tell me.

...Needy.

[She breathes her name in surprise, never expecting that she would have found Needy, of all people. Of course, there's no reason she wouldn't have, but...

It's Needy.

Allison's eyes well up with tears as her jaw drops in shock, but she's smiling through it, laughing instead of letting an abrupt sob leave her as she stares into the feed.]

Oh my God...hi! How are you? God, I miss you, honey! Are you doing okay?

Who, me? Y-yeah I'm fine, Allison.

[She's smiling and laughing back, as happy and relieved to see the other girl maybe as Allison is her. Though she can't help but be shaken up a bit by that level of emotion.

It's weird, being missed.]

I miss you too. A lot of you guys. I hope everyone's been...I hope everything's doing okay. But uh, things are good here. [Catching her breath she nods.] It's been a few weeks, since I arrived. I've been...settling in, getting used to the town and all. It's a great place, though. You didn't steer me wrong.

We're...coming off a rough flood, but we're all good. [She made it...she really made it, and she's in Beacon Hills. Everything in Allison wants to be there with her, fighting with her and helping her get settled, taking care of her...

But she doesn't even know if she's there yet. If any of their deals were going to happen yet...]

Go see Dr. Alan Deaton. He's a veterinarian...with some pretty hardcore extracurricular activities. He can help you out, though, and he knows about the supernatural. He'll keep you safe.

Okay. Yeah. I've been trying to look out already. See if there are any people that know you guys. That might be willing to help me out. Or at least steer me the right way.

I'm going to keep the place safe until you get back, Allison. So that you guys all still have a home to come to. I promise.

Now, how come I don't hear anyone wishing you a happy birthday?

Because I have begun a tradition of awesome, low-key, perfect birthdays. And this year it didn't end with something horrible like the wrath of my parents. That's why.

Damn, girl. What kind of parents you have that would get mad at you on your birthday?

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My then-boyfriend kinda...talked me into ditching school for the day to celebrate? It was sorta warranted. But, to be fair, ditching is what made it the best birthday I ever had, so...

No, no no no. That ain't fair. There are two days a year you get to cut class when you turn 18, okay? Your birthday and Senior Skip Day. That's just... gospel truth.

[It's a couple of hours after the communicators have gone back to normal and people from the outside stopped being able to contact then when she reaches out to Allison.

It's not that she's angry so much as she's irritated that she's not sure she has the right to be angry. Or to be anything, really. She has a lot of emotions about the people she spoke with in general but right now, after her brief talk with Kira, she's focusing on that. So she picks up Prada and heads to Allison's cabin with him on her lap, hoping Allison is there, that she's along, and that they can talk.

She pauses outside her door, and knocks.]

[Allison answers the door with Duchess tucked against her chest, having heard the twin heartbeats just outside her door. The knock comes when she's midway there, so the door opens almost instantly.

She smiles, gaze dropping from Lydia's face to Prada. Just to be safe, her eyes flare gold briefly, and a low growl trills in the back of her throat, a soothing noise rather than a threat, welcoming a packmate.]

Hey, sweetie...you and the handsome man come right on in. [She steps aside, wrinkling her nose as she catches a sour puff of unrest and...yeah, that's definitely something similar to anger. It pulses in her chest, a disconnected echo of irritation she knows belongs to Lydia.]

Did someone bad contact you through the comms, Lyds? You're upset, what's going on?

If the handsome man is in there with you and clothing is option, I rather knock just to be safe. I know how werewolf stamina works.

[It's still a little weird to see Allison's werewolf eyes, but Prada barks happily at her and waggles his tail, so she doesn't say anything.

Having Allison just smell things on her like that, although it can be unnerving at times, something it's nice to be able to get to the point.

She makes her way inside before she talks, though, and makes sure Isaac is around.]

Apparently, Kira kissed Jackson. [Or Jackson kissed Kira. Same difference. Except not really.]

[Kira did--oh.

Oh. Ohhhhhh...

Her eyes widen in understanding, and confusion as she shuts the door behind Lydia. Very deliberately, and with only a little exaggerated caution, she went to Lydia's side to slide an arm around her shoulders, steering her towards the sofa.]

Oh-kay, sweetie...here's what we're gonna do: you're going to sit down with Prada, I'm gonna put Duchess in the bedroom so there's no rough housing, and then I'll get the rest of my Christmas chocolate...along with the bottle of Jack I know is in the desk drawer of the office, thanks to Dad...and we're going to talk about this in detail. Understood?

[Although she allows Allison to steer her towards the sofa, she doesn't sit down when she gets to it, just sets Prada down on it and shakes her head.]

I don't want chocolate, Allison.

[And here's the first hint of logic:] I don't even know if I have the right to get mad at her about it. You didn't when she went after Scott-- [A pause and a wince.]

I mean, I've moved on, too. [And now she's mostly just frustrated.]

[And Allison can smell her frustration, feeling a sympathetic pang even as she smiles a little and lifts her hand just enough to make her rest her head on Allison's shoulder for a moment.]

I know, sweetie...which is why we're having chocolate. Ex-boyfriend issues require it. It's a law.

[She releases Lydia, still smirking.]

But maybe we'll save the booze for another time. [She points at the sofa, shifting Duchess in her grip.] Sit. Get comfy. Be right back.

[Allison. If she didn't love you as much as she does. With a sigh of unhappy resignation, Lydia does sit down, Prada moving to sit on her lap almost immediately.

She's sure Prada can get a good sense of how she's feeling, too, if he's anything like the wolves, even if he probably doesn't comprehend it the way they do, so she pats him soothingly, not wanting him to get upset around Duchess.]

[Allison leaves Duchess with some hay and a couple of her toys before grabbing her bag of candy and heading back into the room. With a smile, she curls up on the couch beside Lydia, opens the bag, sets it between them...then sinks back and props her elbow on the back of the couch so she can rest her head in her hand.]

So...tell me more about how you aren't sure you should be mad. Me, the one whose ex-boyfriend Kira also pursued...paraphrasing you here. Talk it out, tell me what's going on in your head.

[Lydia sighs deeply when Allison sits down next to her. She doesn't reach for the candy, but she does turn toward Allison a little more.]

Idon'tknow. [She says the words quickly, with more than a hint of exasperation. Because she knows she's not being logical and that infuriates her more than anything else does.

And then she takes a second to try and be logical instead of acting like an idiot.]

You know how Jackson was when he was here, Allison. This is-- unexpected. [And by that she means, still very much in love with her. And she never experienced Jackson moving on after her because he moved away.]

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