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[semifreakingnormal]

[Scott hasn't been out and about lately, but the few who have seen him around will note that he looks better. A little less freaked, less drawn, less doubting why he's here. He looks solid again - and concerned.

And maybe a touch afraid because this is a big thing for him, okay.]

I'm a werewolf.

[Oh god he just said it this is huge-ish] I only have been for a few - I guess a couple months, now. I don't really know crap about it, but I know - I'm not that douche from the flood, or the other Barge, or whatever that was. I'm not an alpha. I couldn't turn anyone even if I wanted to and trust me - I really, really don't.

I know everyone's tired of apologies, but I just need to say it, for me. I'm not that guy. I'm nothing like that guy, cause that guy was like the psycho who bit me, and I don't ever want to be like him.

So. Okay. Thanks, I guess. And if you're going to like, grab pitchforks and torches or something, can you just let me know, first? And if you need me, I'm gonna be in the CES with some lacrosse stuff. [Which is his way of saying he's available for lighthearted sports fun if anyone needs to loosen up.]

[Filtered to all his friends, IF YOU THINK YOU ARE ON IT, YOU ARE!!]

I know it's a little late, but if we haven't talked yet can you just - let me know you're okay? Please?

[Do it, because anyone who doesn't respond will absolutely be hunted down.]

[Private to Elena]

I'm sorry. [Apologies are not hard for him: there is always something or other to apologize for, and Elena definitely, definitely deserves one. He attacked her, for no reason, he was a budding psycho, and maybe it wasn't him, but he doesn't think he could live with not apologizing.]

I know it's all messed up and that wasn't even really me, but I'm sorry. Can I, I dunno...can I do anything? Do you need anything?

[Spam for Cassel]

[Knock knock, buddy. Scott knows how to return a favor. He's got a six pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.]

Comments

[friends filter]

[megamind]

Surviving. The -- the episode wasn't that... horrible for me, really. I got off pretty lightly. Others are worse off.

But thanks for asking.

[friends filter]

[semifreakingnormal]

Yeah. [He's afraid to find out who's dealing with the death toll.]

Do you like, need anything?

spam

[patheticvillain]

[Cassel is more or less acclimatized to people again at this point, so much so that he opens the door with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes.]

What can I do you f-- ?

[And then he zeroes in on the booze.]

[Okay. Scott is excellent.]

[He steps back and opens the door wide, inclining his head to invite Scott in.]

spam

[semifreakingnormal]

[He smiles back: Scott doesn't realize it's empty, yet, so there is a little relief on his face when he walks in.]

So no offense, but I figured you might want to drink something that doesn't taste like ass.

private

[versusnurture]

[What.]

Why do you care?

private

[semifreakingnormal]

Do people seriously answer that? I just do, I guess.

[mistconduct]

Everyone heard that? Scotty's a werewolf?

Okay.

Let's establish some rules here.

1) If there's ever a Barge basketball team and I'm captain, he's my first pick. Nobody else can call dibs.
2) If we ever go to London, we've got his theme song picked out already.
3) Jesse, Arya; don't go sniffing up his ass. Keep to the pack. He's a strange dog and we don't know where he's been.
4) Scott, if you have to go walkies, there's the CES.
5) Finally, would you rather fight a hundred bat-sized Robert Pattinsons or one Robert Pattinson-sized bat?

[semifreakingnormal]

Dude, what?

[yeahscience]

Dude.

[routemistress]

We've got a fair bunch of wolves 'ere already, you know. Well, I expect you do, eh? The nose knows, as they say. If no one's pitchforked Lark yet they'll certainly not be starting with you, my love.

We should talk about setting up the vet clinic sometime. I'm not a professional in that line, you understand, but I've got medical training and a good background in xenobiology.

[semifreakingnormal]

I...kind of. [And Lark is apparently public so he'll stop trying to be cagey.] I only met Lark, though.

I tried asking the Admiral about it, twice, but he never got back to me. It was, um. Before the flood. Thing.

private

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I don't know if you can do anything to make it up to me.

That was pretty extreme, Scotty.

private

[semifreakingnormal]

Extreme? I know I was a douchebag, but...Did I really hurt you?

[codename_duchess]

Is this really an "I'm a werewolf" or is this an "I'm a werewolf because I have a newfound obsession with Jacob Black and I've convinced myself I'm his mate, please lock me in the ISIS vault during the full moon so I don't hurt anyone"?

[semifreakingnormal]

What?

Oh my god, are you talking about Twilight? Dude, no.

Friends filter;

[notdreaming]

I was unconscious for the whole thing.

I have another friend who's a werewolf, you know. Or, I don't know what she's decided to call herself, but it's basically a werewolf, from my understanding.

Friends filter;

[semifreakingnormal]

Like, you were knocked out?

[private]

[fridgetothefire]

I know you aren't that guy. I'm pretty sure everyone can tell.

[It's easy and gentle, laughing just a little at the corners of her eyes; warmer and worlds away from lethally precise softness on the mirror barge, where she was gentle like a silk cord around pulling tight around your neck. Anya looks a little tired and a lot less polished, but now there's no sweet poison in her smile.]

[private]

[semifreakingnormal]

I guess.

[It's an easier smile to swallow and return, and he does, even if it's a little uncertain.]

How're you feeling?

[surfaceshine]

You have got to be shitting me.

[semifreakingnormal]

Not really.

private

[deshabille]

That explains why you smell so annoying.

Welcome to the honesty brigade, McCall, at least you told your secret yourself and it wasn't ripped out of you. Feeling better about the zombies yet?

private

[semifreakingnormal]

How do I smell annoying?

Yeah, sure. Zombies, step two in everything's crazy.

[outofclothes]

When did this place become the Lurker equivalent of AA?

[semifreakingnormal]

Huh?

[ CES spam! ]

[neuropathy]

[ ....well. That's--funnily enough, that's the news Nathan absorbs the least. The weirdnesses in Haven have proven - thus far - to skip right over werewolves, vampires and the like; all their troubles (haha) are caused by humankind. Which is easily enough on its own.

The rest is what Nathan notes. I'm not that guy, I'm nothing like that guy. It's important to be able to believe that. To know who you are, rather than what. He wishes - for neither the first time nor last - that Audrey were here to pass on sentiment, knowing it much more intimately than he, and then just shrugs into more casual clothes anyway, ones he could wear for athletics, if necessary.

In the CES, once he gets there: ]

Heard you were the guy to see about lacrosse.

[ CES spam! ]

[semifreakingnormal]

[Scott's dicking around with ball and stick, throwing it again and again at a make shift target on a tree: he hits it every time, which gets kind of boring after a while, but it's the movement that's engaging him. He smells Nathan coming, but he's still a little surprised when the older man stops.]

Oh. [He settles his stick against his shoulder.] Yeah, I guess so. Do you play?