lydiascreams | [015. They say "you're a freak" when we're having fun.]

[015. They say "you're a freak" when we're having fun.]

[Video - Public]
[She has debated making this video not public for the entire Barge. Mostly, she'd debated whether or not to filter out the damn vampire. But as far as she knows, she's safe to just make it public without risking leaving someone else out, too since he's still at the infirmary. Besides, he'd be really damn stupid to try something when most, if not all of the Barge is up there.

Lydia's face is brighter than it's been when she shows up on video. Mostly because of what she's planning on doing after her public announcement but also because she owes it to Needy to make this amazing. She deserves to have a great party and Lydia will so everything in her power to deliver her just that. She is known for throwing the best parties in Beacon Hills after all.]

Hello Barge!

I know we've had a couple of rocky weeks with a flood and lots of drama, but that's not what this is about.

I'm sure most of you have met Needy by now. She has a birthday coming up and we're celebrating it! This will be a full on party, there will be drinks, food and music. We're still deciding on a location*, but I will let everyone know as soon as we pick one.

The party is happening on the 19th, that is this coming Friday and we are getting started around eight.

I expect to see everyone there. Don't make me send people to come drag you from your cabin because I will! [And that might be especially for you, Peter. And maybe a few others who might need nudging.]

[*OOC: The party will be on the CES, I won't make another post to announce this, but assume your characters got a notification about it later in the week!]

[Private Video - Blight]
That includes you, Mr. Powers. Even if I have to talk to your warden myself.

[Private Video - Stiles]
[She switches the feed off and takes a deep breath. She's not nervous so much except-- she kind of is? It's a lot of pressure considering what she's about to do, who this is and the fact that she basically never had to do this before. Guys usually just come begging her for dates and eventually, she says yes if she feels like it. She's never had to ask someone else out. Not that she's asking so much... she really doesn't think she needs to.]

You heard that, right?

[Spam - Jerry and later Bucky]
[She has a lot to do. She wants the party to be absolutely perfect and she still needs to find a location for it. So far, she's considering the deck because of view, but she knows not everyone appreciates a reminder that they are out in space, so she is also considering the CES.

Right now, it will all depend on what she can find in the CES the day of the party and if it's doable or not, but she fact that it's locked and inmates like Jerry would need a Warden to let them in and she knows no one would willingly. They are all wardens for a reason, right?

Right now, she has notes on her phone of what she needs to get and what she needs to do, and she's checking them over and adding materials to make lanterns. Either way, she will need them. She might check what she can find in the art room with Ben. She might have to just request something from the Admiral.]

[Video - Pack Filter]
[OOC: Later in the day, after she is attacked by Jerry.]

This is mostly for Scott, Isaac, Kira and Erica. I just want to give you guys the heads up that I had to draw a Mountain Ash line on my door so if you wanna come to my cabin, let me know first so I can break it. I don't want any of you to get hurt.

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[Lydia's never late. At least not unless she wants to make an entrance. But honestly, Lydia doesn't need to be late in order to do that. She does that just by being herself. He sits alone at one of the tables, growing increasingly worried with each moment that passes and she doesn't show up. After twenty minutes, he tries to reach her on the comm to no avail.

When thirty minutes pass with no sign of her, he steels himself to tracking her down because she wouldn't just not show up without contacting him. Something is wrong. He can practically feel it.

He's rising to his feet to get up and go search for her when she enters the room. He lets out a breath, relief washing over him, but it's short-lived. Something is definitely wrong. Lydia has a very strict policy of not leaving her room with a single strand of hair out of place, and not only is her hair slightly disheveled, she's limping.

Stiles quickly makes his way toward her with wide eyes, reaching out and resting his hands on her arms.]

What happened?

[When he comes close, she lifts her hands to his arms and holds on to them, instinctively taking the weight off her foot. She knows it's not broken or anything, maybe sprained at most.

It doesn't surprise her that Stiles immediately knows something happened, he can be surprisingly perceptive, which is why he's so good at figuring things out whenever they have an issue. But he's worried.]

I'm okay. Let's just sit down. [For once, she doesn't want attention on herself because she doesn't want to start a witch hunt. Or vampire hunt as the case may be.]

I'm sorry I'm late.

[He searches her eyes, expression still troubled because while she's alive and walking, she's still limping. Wordlessly he shifts closer and slides an arm around her waist so that he's supporting the majority of her weight as he helps her over to the table where he's been sitting. His eyes dart around, scanning the sparse crowd in the dining hall for any signs of trouble but he only sees familiar faces that haven't tried to harm or kill them.]

Okay. What's going on?

[She doesn't need all that, but she leans against his side all the same until she sits down. And then she turns her chair toward him a little.]

I'm not hurt, just my foot feels a little off. [She wants to give him this disclaimer so he doesn't try to go off after the vampire and ends up getting hurt. Again.]

I ran into Jerry. He's really weak so I was able to-- use some of the stuff Bucky taught us on him. [Doesn't mean him touching her didn't both bother her and gross her out.] He didn't hurt me. I hurt my foot kicking him.

Off how? Twisted? Sprained? Broken?

[He sits down beside her and turns his chair toward hers, too, already reaching down to lift her injured, boot-clad foot into his lap without even thinking about it. He grits his teeth at the mention of Jerry, forcing himself to take a deep breath. This is the exact reason that Stiles has zero sympathy for the vampire when he ends up set on fire and unable to escape. He can't help the grin that forms on his face when she tells him that she kicked Jerry.]

Good. I hope it hurt him.

Definitely not broken, I haven't looked at it. It doesn't hurt so much as it feels like there's a lot of pressure around it. Might be twisted, I don't think it's even sprained.

[She shifts on her seat, allowing him to pull her foot on his lap as she adjusts her dress because of course she's wearing a dress. She doesn't care how impractical they may be. She is not sacrificing her fashion sense for the supernatural. When he grins, she does too, though.]

Well, it did knock him out for a few seconds?

We should make sure you keep it elevated for awhile to keep the swelling down just in case. And maybe an ice pack. [He glances at her, arching his eyebrows.] I broke my arm when I was nine. Fell out of a tree racing Scott to the top. [He shrugs a little.]

And considering he's a vampire, that's pretty impressive, Lyds. [And yes, there is pride in his voice and in his eyes when he says that because he is proud of her.]

I'll check if it's swollen when I get back, if it's not, it should be okay. But I'll ice it, at least. [She can't help but smile at him.] You only broke your arm once? I'm shocked, considering... [Considering she remembers him and Scott running around when they were little and how much trouble they got themselves into.

When she sees the pride there, she grins even as she lowers her head, face feeling warm. These days, being able to protect herself and the pack is one of the most important things for her. Feeling like she's making progress and making Stiles proud, it means a lot to her.]

Thank you. Bucky's training has been helping a lot.

Edited 2014-09-19 17:51 (UTC)

I can grab some ice from Ben. He's working the kitchen this evening. [He nods toward the entrance of it but doesn't take his eyes off hers. He smirks at her statement.] Just once. I'm pretty sure that my dad's still shocked I survived my childhood with only one broken bone.

[His own face grows warm when she blushes because since when did he have the ability to make anyone blush? His fingers brush lightly over her calf.]

Yeah. Yeah, it has.

[Lydia turns to look back at him after a moment, grinning even more when she sees the look on his face.]

I'll take you up on that before we leave. But we should grab something to eat, first. And possibly discuss how you did manage to survive your childhood while we do that. Because I distinctly remember a lot of running and bumping into things from mini-Stiles. [Not that different from now, really.]

Edited 2014-09-19 23:49 (UTC)

You know, it should probably be weird that we go from one of us having an encounter with an evil vampire to talking about our childhood injuries.

[He smirks, because really. Their lives are so bizarre sometimes. He reaches out and touches her hand, light and gentle.]

You want me to just grab you a tray or do you want to head up with me?

There's not a lot about our lives that isn't weird. Besides, the vampire thing is already old news. [And not something she wants to focus on right now.]

I'll come with you. It really doesn't hurt that much, it's just stiff.

[She pulls her foot from his lap and turns her hand in his, looking down at it as she links her fingers through his. She's done this thousands of times before, but somehow right now, it feels a lot more meaningful. She looks back at him with a smile as she stands back up.]

Edited 2014-09-20 00:00 (UTC)

That is a very good point.

[He lets her pull her foot away, watches as she takes his hand and twines their fingers together. He stands when she does, holding his breath as he looks at her.]

You can hold onto me if you need to.

I will.

[She lets go of his hand and wraps an arm around his back instead. Not because she needs to so much as because she wants to. Because just being with him is enough to make her feel a thousand times less shaky, a thousand times safer than she did when she walked into the Dining Hall.]

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