A very merry undeathday to you (and me)

[teenyoda]

Who: Scott/Stiles + Everyone in this bar
What: A Wake/Undeathday party
When: 310
Where: The Roadhouse
Rating: Tentatively putting up an R merely for language and whatever else anyone might get up to.

Anyone affiliated with Scott, Stiles, or possibly more due to glitches and/or random oopsies will wake up with this in their inbox.



The back reads: Come celebrate the fact that we're not dead. Anymore. There will be food, drink, really bad stories, possible pantslessness (though I'm wearing 2 belts), and more hijinks than you can shake a stick at. The Wake will be held at the Roadhouse and should be starting around 5, but come at your own pace. Bring a story to share or some pie. Actually, screw the story, just bring pie.

Seriously though, Derek and Jackson can get lost.


{ooc: This will be an open mingle log party style post, so please feel free to start your own threads or hop around in others. Threadjacking is likely, as is ridiculousness. Enter at own risk. Party crashers are also more than welcome, so even if you don't think you got an invite, come anyway.}

Comments

[better]

Everything's fine. I guess. All the scans from before and after my last healing with Merlin still show less scarring. There's nothing that seems different. At least not that he could see.

Everything - I guess everything is the same, which is why he made those thinking sounds and thinking faces as he looked at the paperwork.

I think he thinks I'm stressed or paranoid about having another one.

[freezerburned]

I can see where he'd think that.

[He frowns though.]

Could the stress cause another one?

[better]

It could. It elevates things and since they're just extra things that my brain just doesn't know what to do with -- having things be the same... that's usually the best thing.

Routines, regular pills at regular intervals. [She shrugs.] He prescribed me something else, but I'm not sure I'm going to actually need it. It's ... it's not what I [She fidgets.]

I'm sure his research is solid, but it still feels weird.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac tilts his head at that, curious and a little concerned at the sudden nervousness.]

What? Is he gonna make you do like, shock therapy or something?

[Please don't do shock therapy. Isaac is getting bad visions of Erica screaming in an electric chair.]

[better]

Oh, no. [She laughs and reaches into her pocket and then pulls out the small metal tin that has probably the smallest amount of anything on the planet, but it's not like he's expecting her to deal it or something.

Still, she takes the lid off the tin and shows him.]

It's just that. For anxiety or if I think that I have had something change. Though, I'm not even sure how I'm supposed to do that. I guess I could, but I'm not -- my parents would've grounded me for... ever.

[freezerburned]

Wait- oh my god.

[Isaac glances down at it, before he covers his mouth with a hand, trying desperately not to laugh. This is a serious event! Erica needs reassurance. Or something.]

Is that pot?

[No, he's laughing. I'm sorry, Erica.]

[better]

[She closes the tin with a clunk of metal on metal and shoves it BACK into her jacket pocket. GOSH. GOSH, Isaac.]

Don't laugh at me! He showed me some articles with kids who have chronic seizures. I wasn't going to argue with little kid medicine. I don't have chronic seizures, but if it can stop a seizure.

I mean, it's not -- I can handle the seizures. I can't handle everyone stressing out on me about having seizures.

[freezerburned]

So he prescribed you p- medicinal marijuana for stress. Seizure-related stress.

[Hoo, boy. Isaac puffs out his cheeks and takes a deep breath in.]

Well, I can't argue with that logic.

[better]

Also for the seizures, they lessen them. Not that I have a lot of them, but -- he's trying to help. I appreciate the help.

[She slouches.]

I don't know what to do with this though.

[freezerburned]

...well you don't eat it.

[Look, look at how helpful he is.

He is the most helpful.

Aren't you glad he's your best friend?]

Did he give you a pipe?

[better]

[She gives him such a look. Your sass, Isaac. Seriously.]

I didn't any -- no, and I know not to eat it. I could bake it into something, but I don't want someone to accidentally eat them.

Plus, it's for emergency or something. I'm not supposed to just smoke it for the hell of it.

[freezerburned]

[Can you blame a guy for laughing when his seizure-prone best friend is prescribed marijuana?]

Well, what did he say? I mean, it's not like you feel a seizure coming on and you're like 'hang on a minute I've gotta smoke a joint', right?

[better]

Yes. That's exactly what he told me. [ :| ]

[freezerburned]

Are you being sarcastic? 'Cause I've got a feeling that you're being sarcastic.

[better]

You have a feeling? Do you want to smoke some weed? [THE BIGGEST SHIT EATING GRIN.]

[freezerburned]

What happened to 'I'm not supposed to smoke it for the hell of it'?

[HAVE ONE RIGHT BACK.]

[better]

[Erica laughs, shaking her head.]

My seizure humor is lost on you. [Though, honestly, that is some serious growth on her part that she feels like she can joke about them. She exhales and leans against him, unless he's on the other side, then she's leaning against nothing at all.]

The seizures are a symptom. It's... it's in case I feel something, overwhelmed or if I think there's been too much going on and I am worried about it. There's medicinal properties in this -- it could prevent those things that stack up and would send my brain the abnormal impulses - it would slow it or stop it.

[She shrugs.] He explained it better.

[freezerburned]

[It's okay, she can lean against him. Isaac makes a sound and wraps an arm around her shoulder.]

Well, how are you feeling right now?

[better]

[She shrugs a shoulder up.]

Fine. A little silly talking about smoking weed.

[freezerburned]

Well, if you're fine, then you don't have to worry about it.

[Isaac glances behind them toward the bar.]

Can you drink? I mean- crap. [That came out horribly.] I mean... you know, with all that going on. Stiles was shoving alcohol at everyone earlier.

[better]

No. [She glances out at everyone.]

I mean, I can, but the withdrawal of alcohol from my system is worse. It's all the things that my body would need to process it and -- it's just not recommended.

Kinda why I wasn't gonna come.

[freezerburned]

What if you.... got drunk and then smoked a lot of pot before the hangover?

[...and he starts laughing again. Are you sure you made the right choice in friends, here?]

[better]

[She makes an amused sound, glancing over at him.]

Sound plan. Excellent idea.

[freezerburned]

Okay, okay, I'm sorry.

[He'll stop making fun of her. Promise.]

I just think it's funny. None of the doctors ever gave you anything like that back home?

[better]

No. I mean, I'm sixteen. They don't exactly discuss choices like that with me. They talk to my parents about it and then they decide and then it gets explained to me.

Then I ignore all of that and don't take any of it. [Ooops.] Here I'm taking things to control them, but it didn't -- it didn't work, so he's just trying something new.