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[The feed clicks on and Scott is standing outside his door. He's holding the device in one hand, his lacrosse stick in the other.]

Okay, so I sorted out teams for lacrosse. Lydia helped make sure they're...mostly fair. [The odds are stacked against him.] I hung the sheet up outside my room, but - here.

[He turns the camera on the team listing, just to the right of his door:

Scott's Team
Cassel
Chris
Slevin
Archer
Jack
Bucky

Stiles' Team
Steve
Peter
Ben
Mindy
Andrew
Needy

He holds it there for a solid thirty second before turning the camera back on his face.]

So we're gonna start practice on Friday, in the CES around noon. And we haven't really decided on team names yet....What do you guys think? The Badgers and the Bears? The Bears and the Bengals? The...Okay, I can't think of anymore animals that start with a B. Consider this a, like, open call for suggestions.

And way, way more importantly - teams are supposed to be ten players, and we only have seven each. So come on! There have to be six more people who are bored and want to do something new around here. Lacrosse is, uh, it's a contact sport, kind of like....field hockey, but with sticks in the air.

[Nailed that description.]

It's easy to learn, and it's great for burning off energy, and it's - it's a lot of fun! Who's up for it?

[Private to Daneca]

[Early in the evening, he sends Daneca a text.]

are you busy???

[Private to Lydia]

Hey, um, this - this is gonna sound dumb, but do you think you can, uh. Keep Allison away from the CES tonight?

[Filtered to Peter, Cassel, Stiles]

So I have this really...really dumb favor to ask you guys.

[Beacon Hills Filter]

Hey, so Cassel gave me this charms for you guys. You can stop by my room, and I'll explain what they're for.

[Spam for Stiles | Day 1]

( things could be worse. )

[Private to the pack | Day 2]

Chris is one of us, now. I'm showing him the ropes, but keep an eye on him until he's got a grip on it. It won't be long, he's a smart guy. Remember, we look out for each other.

[Somehow, he can play at being the caring alpha, and it all sounds right, but he looks almost bored. A glint makes its way into those red eyes when he changes the subject.]

I'm heading down to the surface to check it out. Don't start a party without me.

[Private to Daneca | Day 2]

Hey. You're not affected, right? [He says this like it would be the most annoying thing in the world.] I'm heading out, you should come with.

[Spam for Lydia and Stiles | Day 3]

( a growl fills his throat )

[Spam in port | Day 4]

[All his time in port was well spent, and though a couple days really isn't enough time, it'll have to do. He wanted a stronger pack, but he'll settle for a bigger one. It's not like he'll need them to really fight. He just needs them to die.

Scott stalks out of the city, toward the Barge. Behind him, his new pack follows, numbering somewhere in the teens. He lost count after twelve. They'll be enough, but not enough to stop him. Not him. He's the alpha. They are all half turned, commanded by his voice, commanded to follow and obey, and they are not strong enough to fight it like he was. They don't have anchors.

A hundred yards from the Barge they stop. Scott grins over his shoulder.]

Ready to see something new?

[He turns back to the Barge, leans forward and roars. This is how wolves signal to their pack. The one behind him winces, he can feel it, but every wolf left on the Barge will hear him. They'll know exactly where he is, and that he's calling them to war. Against who is a little less clear.

Then he starts to change. He's always red eyed and fanged and clawed, always has that hair along his face, but now he really changes. He twists, like he's cracking his neck, except his face shifts and pulls, his jaw extends grotesquely, and all his teeth sharpen and grow. Fur grows down his neck, over his hands, and soon he's more beast than boy.

And when his new pack is staring in shock or awe or fear - fear, he tastes fear, there is so much fear here - he turns to the closest, and claws his throat out. Systematically, he goes through the pack, fighting off the ones that howl with rage, breaking necks, clawing faces, dragging his claws through skin. Only some run. Most die.

Strength matters everywhere, and the more he kills, the stronger he is. He'll take any of them on.]

( private notes for Jack, Cassel, Stiles, friends Filter )

[Scott has been thinking about this for a while. It started during the last fourth wall, when Lydia talked him like a human being, or a friend, instead of the image he has of her in his head as Miss Thing, too popular to give him or Stiles the time of day. It started with her, with wondering what a future where being a werewolf is useful is like, with knowing that Allison won't hate him. Stiles showing up looking like death amped that curiosity up to a terrible churning in the pit of his stomach. If he can do something, he should. If he can help, he should.]

Hey, um. I'm going to be heading home for a little. [This is a lie, he's expecting a year to pass. He's just not at all sure how to say that while also saying 'I'll be back soon.'] I don't think it'll be too long, here. But I wanted to say something, just in case. So no one, like, freaks out if I just up and disappeared or something.

Uhh - oh yeah! Does anyone have any animal experience? I want to leave the clinic key with someone while I'm gone. I'll totally give them all their shots and flea stuff when I get back. And, if anyone wants anything from like, the tiniest, weirdest town in California, let me know.

[Once he gets past the urge to just spew apologies, once he feels a little less like tearing his hair out, he gets on the network.]

You know, I don't remember if I ever said anything about it. But there's an animal clinic on board. [He holds up a set of keys, jingles them.] That's what those keys were, a while ago. I've got some experience working in one so, um. If anything happens, I've got stuff for splints and vaccines and worms and stuff. Since it'd be really easy for one to infect a whole bunch, you know?

[He pauses, because he remembers how people said apologies were unnecessary, that flood-selves weren't real, but like before, it just feels necessary, just to get it off his chest.]

And I'm sorry I was so...I'm just sorry.

[Private to Daneca]

You especially.

[Private to Jack]

So that's got to be, like, the worst thing to get paired off of, right? [WORST BEHIND THEM THOUGH right? right?]

[Private to Iris and Bruce, separately]

And thanks. For not letting me do something...really bad.

[Spam for Alana]

[He thinks Alana probably needs more than a straightforward apology, though he's not sure why. Something tells him she doesn't really have friends here, and while it's kind of weird trying to be a friend to someone who could be, like, a school therapist or counselor or something, he also thinks it'd be nice to know that someone's thinking of you.

Or something. He's seriously not over thinking it.

So eventually, Scott makes his way to her door, knocking. He knows there's a dog in there.]

[When the feed clicks on, Scott's in his room. It's mostly the same, but most of the posters have been pulled down. He doesn't see the point in giving a shit about human bands, or actresses. He's more than that, now. He's better.]

What's up, losers.

[He's lounging on his bed, and space is clearly visible out the window behind him. He doesn't notice it anymore. He also looks bored, which is mostly his usual state of being. Noticeably, however, are his teeth: they aren't prominent or protruding, but they are longer, sharper, than any normal human's.]

I don't think I've mentioned it lately, but you assholes stink. You should seriously be showering every day. Like, twice a day.

[He reaches over to his nightstand, grabs a lacrosse ball and begins throwing it above his head and catching it. Catch is more interesting than all of you. Obviously.]

So who's making a bid for the Admiral hat? We might as well keep track. Cassel, you can keep the books, right? [He smirks, looks back at the camera to arch his eyebrows.]

We should start a betting pool. I'm putting money on Arthas, before next weekend.

[He wants a list of people to offer the Bite to. A list of potential packmates. A group of people he could steal power from. Then who knows? Maybe he'd be the Admiral.]

[Private to Daneca]

[He pays a little more attention now, even smiles a very normal, human smile.]

Hey.

Wanna make out?

[....Yes.]

Scott McCall

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