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[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.]

Are none of you losers actually weirded out that we heard from the Admiral? I mean, when's the last time this asshole sad anything? It's like radio silence for months, and then oh hey, keep an eye out kids? Lame.

But at least he's back to putting on the food, right? I was getting so sick of waiting on you freaks to bring stuff back.

[He's tossing a lacrosse ball at the ceiling, laying on his back on the bed. The ball hits the ceiling methodically, dropping back into his hand, never interfering with how he holds the communicator in his other hand. He looks, unsurprisingly, very bored.]

And this flood is weird. I'm starting to think we should put a game together.

[He smiles, and there's a hint of fang pushing past his lips.] Who wants to play chase the inmate?

[Private to Daneca]

Come make out with me. [Or slap him. That would be super okay too.]

[Scott has the most absurd bedhead and the most confused look on his face as the video clicks on. His hair is sticking up at literally every possible end, and in front of him, he's holding up two keys.]

Hhhh--hi. [That's a big yawn, and he shakes himself, blinking hard.] Was someone in my room? I don't think these keys are mine.

[He hasn't realized how long it's been. He also hasn't realized he's holding the animal clinic keys. Soon he will be so excited.]

And, uh, I'm pretty sure I didn't have one of these before. [Keys down, he reaches off screen and then holds up a nutcracker, fiddling with its lever so hits jaw opens and closes.]

[Private to Riddick]

[And forward dated to after he finds out...] Hey! There's a clinic! The Admiral came through!

[Private to the Admiral]

( I want a pony and a race car and to be human for Christmas )

[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.]

[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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