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.}

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[freezerburned]

[He looks a little surprised at the offer, but nods in the end, reaching out to take a sip of the drink and lightly set the glass down on the table, lips puckering slightly at the taste.]

Oh- sour. [But he sort of laughs at that anyway, washing the flavor down with another swig of beer- and the sour and bitterness together is really not great. Oh well.]

It's good though. You work here?

[gymnast]

[ She smiles a little at his reaction - hopefully he at least realized that lemonade implied sour - and takes the glass back, fingers wrapped loosely around it, though she doesn't take a sip for herself. Truth be told, she mostly got it to have something to keep her hands busy with. It's not like Allison really wants to drink tonight.

She nods at the question. ] Yeah. Part time bartender-slash-waitress. [ Which is weird, at least that first part, because she's not even eighteen yet. Or maybe she is here in Asgard; it's hard to know when her birthday is when time seems to move a little strange compared to back home. ] Jo needed the help and the Citadel wasn't keeping me insanely busy, so I decided to help her out some nights.

[freezerburned]

[He nods at the explanation, leaning back a little.]

Makes sense. With all the damage that's been done to the pet store, I don't know if I can go back to work anytime soon. Might actually take that job as a bike messenger in the meantime.

[gymnast]

That'd actually be a really cool second job. [ It definitely beats their options back home, that's for sure. ] I didn't even know it was a thing here, either. But I guess it makes sense considering the size of this place. And I'm sure Scott would be willing to work out your hours when things are fixed at the pet store so you can work both jobs.

[freezerburned]

I'm not gonna work two jobs.

[Just the idea of it makes him laugh a little, because that would be so much work, Allison!!!]

But it's a nice thought. I've always really liked riding my bike, you know?

[gymnast]

Why not? [ She works two!

But she nods. ] I haven't had one since I was little, but I enjoyed it when I had one.

[freezerburned]

[He huffs.] Effort.

And it's not really the same, anyway. You can do a lot of cool stuff with a bike, it's not just point A to point B. Tricks and stuff. My bike was trashed when my dad died, but I thought it might be fun to get back into it here.

[gymnast]

Right. [ She hadn't exactly forgotten that Isaac's dad died, but it wasn't something she thought about a lot, so the reminder has her hesitating for moment. Death seems to follow so many people from Beacon Hills around and the worst part is that this place hasn't really changed that. ] I'm sorry about that, by the way. You losing your dad. I... [ "Can't even imagine how that feels" is how that sentence is supposed to end, but Allison can't quite get the words out. She'll find out soon enough when she's sent home, after all. ] It's awful.

[freezerburned]

[For all that he's expecting from her, Isaac isn't expecting that. And as much as he's okay with mentioning his father in passing, maybe, having the conversation shift to be about him edges toward something uncomfortable. Isaac doesn't like thinking about him for more than a fleeting few seconds, doesn't enjoy trying to figure out how he feels.

He could agree with her, say thank you- or he could say don't be, I'm not, and both of them would still be true. So Isaac just swallows hard and looks away, fingers tightening a little.]

I never wanted him dead. [Is what he finally settles with, and it's the truth, as much as he knows for himself. There was anger, sure, but no hatred in him under that roof. At least, not enough to want to kill him- if he did, he could have done it when he was first turned.] So thanks, I guess. But don't act like he wasn't- I don't know. I don't miss it.

[There's a pause, and he sets his lips in a thin line, looking down at his drink.] ...it's not the same as you losing your mom. It's probably worse for you. So... sorry.

[gymnast]

[ It's not like Allison is expecting, or necessarily wanting, him to open up about his home life and about how he felt or is feeling. She just wanted to let him know that she felt bad about it, even if she wasn't connected to it at all, even if she didn't even really know about his existence then. It's a horrible thing to go through and she wouldn't wish it on anyone. Even if she saw Isaac's basement, saw the freezer he was locked into; that was still his dad.

Needless to say, she isn't expecting what Isaac says, either. The mention of her mom actually surprises her and if it weren't for the bar top, Allison's fairly certain she would've dropped her glass. The lump that forms in her throat is instantaneous and hard to swallow around, but she tries, even as she averts her gaze. ] It's-- [ But she doesn't know what to say, so she just sort of lets silence stretch between them for a few moments. Then she clears her throat and tries to blink the tears away. ] I don't even know what it's going to be like. [ Letting go of her glass, Allison crosses her arms and leans her elbows on the edge of the bar, wishing her voice didn't seem so shaky. ] I'm not there, back home. I haven't gone through it yet.

[ But if it's anything like what she's gone through here, after getting the news, she knows it's not going to be easy. Especially since she apparently goes after Derek and his pack back home because of it. ]

[freezerburned]

[Isaac nods, understanding the sudden discomfort at his words, but not- necessarily wanting to pull back, as he had before. It's not like he's trying to pry, or that he wants to hurt her, or anything. But there's a part of him that wants to know how she feels, despite it being unpleasant to talk about.

Which, on the whole, is a silly idea, and a little hypocritical, considering how he doesn't really want to waste breath discussing his own parents. So he quells the urge to ask her more, and instead backs off, fingers tightening into a fist before loosening again.]

...you're a strong person, [he finally says, and it's low enough to almost be missed. Isaac takes a drink, not sure if he should continue- but he's a little buzzed, so he does anyway.] I don't know if Scott sees just how strong. I don't know if you see how strong, really.

[He feels awkward saying it, but part of him wants to reassure her, even though he knows that she's going to use her strength against them.]

I mean, hell- I felt it when you shot me. I saw it when you killed those giants. Losing a parent, it's not... easy. Even if it's one you resent. [There's a pause. He's already gone too far, he knows this.] -but you're stronger than me. You're going to be alright.

this thread is really making me wish the ot3 could happen in game without being ooc ;;

[gymnast]

[ Allison, who's never been good at believing in herself or thinking that what she's capable is good enough, feels heat crawl up her neck and settle on her cheeks. She's not sure if it's just because of the compliment itself or because of who happens to be giving it to her - Isaac, the guy who hated her (for good reason) when he first arrived. Either way, she really doesn't like it; blushing, especially since it's not really something she can control, reveals far too much. ]

Thanks. [ Part of her wants to argue, wants to say that she's definitely not strong (or at least strong enough) but unlike Isaac, she's sober and can keep certain things down when she doesn't want to share them. Just because they fought together and seem to be bonding doesn't mean he needs to know her insecurities. After all, he already knows far too much about her fears thanks to the nightmares of hers that he witnessed.

She glances in his direction after a moment, a soft smile on her face despite the war going on in her head. ] You're strong, too, though. I couldn't have taken those giants down without your help -- [ well, she might have, but she would've ended up a hell of a lot more injured herself ] -- and you survived... [ Saying "your dad" seems crass and like she's overstepping, especially since she doesn't know the whole story, so she pauses for another moment. ] You've survived a lot. That makes you just as strong as you think I am.

sobs, someday maybe

[freezerburned]

[Isaac smiles a little wryly at the compliment, and like Allison, he wants to argue. He took his strength from Derek, after all, turned and made a devil's bargain to get him out of a tight spot, let the power and confidence of it go to his head, and in turn, victimized others. It's not to say he feels bad about it- merely that he has a realistic idea of what he is and what he's done.

And he wants to say that surviving doesn't take strength, it just takes knowing how to protect your head and neck, but that's definitely crossing the line into awkward territory. Endurance is another form of strength, he supposes, but when you give someone no other option, then there's not much of a choice but to endure. Maybe that makes you strong, but Isaac doesn't see it as strength in and of itself.]

I don't know. I guess there's something to be said for that. But still, I- I think it's just different. I don't know.

[He shrugs.]

But I do appreciate you helping me. Or- letting me help you, whatever the case is. Even if we didn't save him in the end... I'm glad we did it. Thank you.

[gymnast]

[ She shakes her head at what he says last, hands sliding off the bar and into her lap as she turns a bit more towards him. ] No, Isaac, thank you. I would've gone after them with or without you, but... [ And then it's her turn to shrug. ] Having you there really did help. [ Helped keep her grounded, if nothing else. ]

Maybe next time he'll actually be there with us instead. [ Or she'll just lock Scott up in their room and throw away the key, then have someone break it down after everything's safe again. One of the two. ]

god the ot3 feelings in this thread

[freezerburned]

Maybe.

[Isaac grins at the thought of that- he knows Allison can hold her own, knows now that she won't turn on him (not that that was actually a serious thought before) and knows that he fights rather well with the both of them. If this happens again, if the three of them can move together... well, there really wouldn't be any stopping them.]

Until then? I've gotta go say hi to the others.

[But he gives her a smile so that she knows he isn't just trying to get away from her or anything. Social times call for being social, after all.]

SERIOUSLY.

[gymnast]

Okay, [ she nods, offering him a smile in return. ] It was nice talking to you, Isaac. [ And that's not even a lie, despite them touching on topics they'd both rather avoid. ] Have a good night.