semifreakingnormal: (it's hot here hot here hot here hot here)
[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.]
semifreakingnormal: (won't you lay hands on me)
[I'm so sorry to do this to you Barge, but there is a clatter and then suddenly video. Yeah, it's an accident. But at least it comes with a show!

There is music blaring, and yeah, it's Call Me Maybe. Even better, Scott is totally belting it at the top of his lungs.]


-was blowing, where you think you're going baby?

[He's off screen, or he was, because suddenly he's leaping onto his bed with a dramatic point.]

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy! But here's my number, so call me maybe!

[This is that all out kind of singing, where you kind of suck and you might be a little tone def, but you don't care because you're alone in your room.

(He's definitely a little tone def.)]


It's hard to look right at you baaaaaaaaaby!

[He's jump-dancing on the bed now. The monkey may be involved. It's pretty embarrassing, and a touch adorable, because it's really hard for Scott not to look slightly adorable at all times.]

So here's my number, McCall me maybe!

[Adorableness retracted, he's completely dorksih.]

[Private to the Admiral]

[Added later, after the impromptu serenade.] I don't...know what's going on right now. But, I didn't hear about the clinic, and I just, wanted to know, I guess. Assuming everything's okay, anyway.





Is everything okay?