001} video: if love is what you need, a soldier i will be

[theresalwayshope]

[When the video switches on, Allison's face fills the screen in extreme close-up, an intensely thoughtful look on her features as she struggles to navigate the function of her communicator.]

C'mon...are you even on? [Her voice is low and impatient...then her expression comes alive when she realizes she's on display. Flinching a little, then smiling at her work, she backs up enough to be seen, visible seated at the desk in her cabin.]

Hi. [She smiles and offers up a little wave, then pauses for a moment before laughing as she lets her gaze drop.] Okay, this is way weirder than I thought it was going to be.

[She starts talking with her hands a little, not quite speaking to the communicator anymore.] I guess...I'm just restless. Out of practice, I haven't had to move around for a long time. I haven't been assigned to anyone just yet, but I know I will be. And I just want to introduce myself, you know? Put myself out there for anyone who wants my help. And I honestly do want to help. It's why I came.

[She lifts her head more fully, looking into the communicator with something a little different in her gaze...a little less friendly teenager and a little harder, a little older.]

It's...one reason I came.

[The moment passes, the look fades, and her smile brightens again as she takes a steadying breath.]

But I'm not here to complain about myself, right? So! Um... [A hand goes to her chest as she gestures to herself.] My name is Allison, I'm from Beacon Hills, California...and if any of you need anything at all? Just let me know. I look forward to getting to know everyone!

[She shifts, and part of her body moves out of the picture.]

Now if you'll excuse me...I still have to get settled in.

[She turns around to survey the rest of her room...neat as a pin, in perfect order...not a lot to be settled, really.]

Or...not...

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[punched_hitler]

[It's true - Stiles and Scott are pretty much a matched pair. Steve gets that. He's that way with his own best friend.] Good. I'm sure he can explain things better than I can, anyway.

[He does offer a smile, even after she mentions the bit about it being complicated.] Yeah, I - [He pauses, and laughs a little, though it's more of a helpless laugh.] I've got some idea. About the complicated. [But not the whole story - or not their whole story.] Either way, it's nice to have people you know, here.

[theresalwayshope]

It's better than nice, it's...[She pauses as that smile grows broader, her mind wandering back to something she's heard more than once about werewolf packs, mostly from Stiles.]

It's like having all my limbs reattached.

[She shrugs it off, her smile brightening as she focuses on Steve again.] So, uhm...where are you from, Steve?

[punched_hitler]

[He blinks at the simile - it's actually kind of poignant to him, too, in so many ways.] I think that's a very good way to put it.

[But he manages to smile and shrug that off, too.] Me? Most recently, Washington, D.C. But I was born and grew up in Brooklyn. Sort of a far cry from the West Coast, but the East Coast's got it's merits, too. Although a lot less sun, I think.

[theresalwayshope]

Oh, Brooklyn's neat! I've been through there a few times...Dad moved us out to Long Island when I was ten, but he... [She has to stop herself from admitting that her father had been hunting a werejaguar at the time. She's on new ground, and hunters aren't an open secret here...that she knows of...]

...he worked in Brooklyn most of the time. He's a firearms dealer.

[punched_hitler]

Well, I loved it, even when things were hard. Although I kind of... left, for a while, and New York had changed a lot by the time I got back.

[You know. Seventy years is a long time.]

A firearms dealer, huh? I'll bet that makes for some interesting work stories.