arcanarumlogs | [EVENT] The Visitations

Who: All Characters
When: November 29-December 19
Where: Your Home
What: The Visits
Warnings: For language and other dark elements.

This is going to go a certain way! Each time there is a visitation by a ghost, we will post a thread. Then, we will respond to that thread, if you indicate you want us to do so, or if you will have other characters in the thread. Remember, the Ghost of Christmas Past will have all your characters in the same moment of time, so if you want to be able to interact with each other, go ahead. Additionally, you will be viewing the moment in time that your denizen was killed from a third person perspective, so you can meet up with anyone during that time, but you cannot talk to your denizen. Once your denizen is dead, you are free to move around the island.

During the viewing with the Ghost of Christmas Present, you will be in the same situation, but only able to view things within your own canon. This means you can’t really speak to anyone but the NPC of the Ghost, which will be played by the mods.

For when The World shows up, we will have a separate thread for her and Kuma will be responding to you with her. You can freely talk to anyone here as well, in the game.

If there are any questions please respond to the thread provided below.

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[When Scott runs in, nearly wheezing, he practically tumbles over Stiles. Colliding with him and steadying himself against Stiles's back, Scott hovers over Erica and Derek with just the same amount of panic.]

You're okay- you're okay, right? I- We can get... we can get something, anything--

[Okay yeah, he'd leave the questioning for Stiles. Breathing first. Grabbing his inhaler he took a pair of puffs, eyes locked on Erica.]

[ Before she can actually manage to ask Derek anything else, she hears what is practically a stampede coming through the house. And as shaken up as she is, and as much as her body is fighting her on keeping calm, she can't help but smile when the two of them manage to fall into the room.

Even Erica has to admit that she's been hard on them. Especially Scott. And he was one of the first people to actually stay with her through a seizure -- the first person that wasn't family, at least. She can still remember it, almost falling from the rock wall, and grabbing his hand to her chest. It feels like a distant memory now, but-

She knows that she's never thanked him, and she knows that she's been at least slightly awful to both of them on more than one occasion.

Waiting until Scott uses his inhaler and starts to calm down, she just nods a bit. ]

I'm fine. Just- A little shaken up. Um- Stressed? Anxious. But I'll be okay, I think that taking my medication regularly helped.

[ The fact that Derek can recognize the stampede coming through the house as something that isn't a threat is what keeps him from grinding out a snarl, though he does look a strange mix of slightly unimpressed and mildly surprised. Despite the fact he'd spoken with both Stiles and Scott about them all actually being pack, it's going to take a while for him to really adjust to the idea of it.

Rolling his eyes, he reaches one hand out, keeping the other on Erica's shoulder at the base of her neck. Snagging hold of Stiles, and knowing that Scott will follow, hopefully with pack instincts still built in, he pulls. The goal is to get them closer, at least fully on the bed with them, much as it's not built for a grown man and three teenagers. ]

Come here, both of you. [ He shifts, settling at Erica's shoulder to make more room. ] You good, Scott?

[ It's obvious that he's assessing all of them, taking inventory and making sure that they're all right. His eyes flick from Erica, lingering the longest with her, to Scott and Stiles. The hand touching Erica has shifted to the back of her neck again, while he keeps the other settled against Stiles' upper arm. ]

[When Derek tugs, Stiles allows himself to be hauled to his feet, then hits the bed with a thump, scrambling up out of the way to make room for Scott, and to get close to Erica. It's a relief to see she's actually okay--kind of a weird relief, but still a relief, and he reaches out immediately to put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently.

He'd joked about pack piles, before, that that was what secretly went on in the Subway Car Under the Warehouse, but, now he was part of one. Weird.]

Are you sure there's not anything...?

[Scott doesn't seem too bothered- the idea of this weird cuddle was more than attractive in this situation. Slipping into the space Stiles made for him, Scott gives Erica's arm a gentle pat and leans on his elbow next to them.]

I'm good. Uh. Just, we sped over here... But, yeah, nothing we can do?

I'm fine. Really.

[ And it takes no small amount of effort to not take a biting tone, purely out of reflex, because there's a certain level of defense when it comes to this. But Erica knows they're concerned, that this isn't condescending, but actual genuine worry.

Her shoulders relax with all of them piled onto the bed, and while it takes a little longer, her hands stop shaking and her breathing evens out. Because she's okay. She knows she's okay. It just takes a little while for her body to catch up with her. ]

So I'm guessing it wasn't just me getting a freakishly awful, yet oddly good, dream?

[EVENT] The Visitations

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PACKPILE \O/

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