second { accidental video

[gleans]

-- o, that's not true!

[ The feed comes on in the middle of a one-sided conversation. There's no answer - and there's no video, either; just a nice view of a dark wall - but there is definitely the sound of slightly panicked breathing. ]

Dad told me what happened. It was an accident. Don't lie to me!

[ Silence. ]

No -- of course I missed you, I still --

[ Silence. ]

Dad and I did -- we're just fine, but that doesn't --

[ Silence. The view moves, crawling closer to an empty wall. ]

Mom -- shit -- mom, you're sick, okay? Let me find you some help, we'll figure this...

I...

Mom?

[ There's a frantic movement - a quick wiping of the eyes - and Galen still hasn't noticed that the communicator is on. Shakily, he breathes: ]

What the fuck is happening?

Comments

private;

[stiling]

[ It's hard replying to this, it's really hard. Galen's conversation is like a minor variation on the spectrum of sane to crazy that Stiles had himself just earlier this morning, keeps catching things out of the corner of his eye that shouldn't be there. ]

[ Plus he gets the not so sneaking suspicion that nobody was supposed to see any of this. ]

Hey, uh, buddy?

private forever;

[gleans]

[ Oh fuck, oh fuck. Galen jumps at the voice, then looks at the communicator, then points it away from himself because wow, he is a hot mess. ]

Hah -- ha, shit, I didn't know this -- fucking thing was on.

[stiling]

Well- it was on.

[ Stiles pauses a moment to rub at his nose, and even though Galen's not on screen to be seeing, there's a bit of a worry knitting his eyebrows together. ]

So, what's- goin' on?

[gleans]

Um. [ He rubs at his face. ] Heh, I don't really know. I just -- thought I saw someone. [ UNDERSTATEMENT. ]

[stiling]

You to--

[ He cuts himself off short, because that's crazy, but if Galen's crazy too it's not so crazy? He has no idea where shared psychosis goes on that scale he was talking about earlier, but it's pretty bad. Stiles worries at his bottom lip. ]

Your mom?

[video]

[onteamdyson]

... Squishy? ... You okay? [Because you're sounding kind of cray-cray right now.]

[ a-audio ]

[gleans]

[ HE JUMPS. And quickly turns the video off, looking around his bedroom -- it's empty. He clears his throat. ]

Uh -- yeah, yeah, totally.

[ ACTION ]

[onteamdyson]

[Yeah, no. Switching that video off triggers bff worry times a billion. Now she's outside his door, knocking.]

You don't sound okay. [Didn't look okay, either. He doesn't have to let her in. They can talk through the door.]

[gleans]

[ Ohgod. He doesn't open it just yet; he needs to collect himself a little. ]

I'm -- fine, Kenzi, I just -- I must not be getting enough sleep.

[Video]

[thelittlestbub]

Dude... you okay?

[gleans]

[ He's quiet for a second, collecting himself, and when he answers he keeps the communicator pointed at the wall. ]

I -- yeah. That wasn't supposed to go out.

[thelittlestbub]

[Jubilee shrugs.]

Not a prob dude. Just was worried.

[gleans]

[ A little distracted: ] Well -- thanks. Uh -- 'scuse me, though. I think I need to lie down.

(( ooc: I'm so sorry for the short thread D8 he is in a State. ))

[audio]

[afallenstar]

Galen, is everything okay? ...Who were you talking to?

[ audio { private foreva ]

[gleans]

[ Ffffffuuuuuccckkkk. A pained sigh. ] No one. I mean -- someone was here. But no one.

[afallenstar]

Not supposed to lie to a messenger of God, you know. [ It's lighthearted, but it doesn't do much to outweigh the real concern clear in her voice. ]

What's going on?

[gleans]

Heh. Um -- [ He pauses for a second. He's always felt... comfortable with Anna, but now that he knows she's an angel, that's increased. Strange, that; it's not like he's ever been religious. ]

... Ah. [ Inhale, exhale, even out. ] My mom. Was here. I think.

[ video ]

[noblexcompanion]

[ Worried mama hen is worried. ] Who are you talking to, Sweetheart?

[gleans]

M --

[ Oh, crap. ]

No one. I mean -- not anymore. Dammit. I'm fine.

[noblexcompanion]

Are you sure you're alright?

[gleans]

Yeah. Just kinda thrown off right now. [ He clears his throat a little. ] Thanks -- Donna, right?

[private/video]

[rigging]

[ Good question. Jesse's not home, and suddenly, he's glad that he isn't. ] ... Galen?

[gleans]

Shit --

Jesse? I'm fine.

[rigging]

[ He wants to trust that, it's just... ] You sure? What's going on?

[gleans]

I just -- I saw something. I dunno. Where are you?