cape_kore | Day 44; Video 001

[She is disoriented. The odors here are so different and she can’t find the smells of the pack. Her fingers flutter nervously, pushing escaped tendrils of bright red hair out of her face.

She looks almost panicked and on the edge of tears. Brown eyes lock on the bracelet thing around her wrist. Brigid bites her lower lip.]

I don’t want a house. I have one. I don’t need another one. I’m staying with my aunt and uncle. Mark and Anne Hannigan, from Cambridge. Can someone please direct me to the nearest bus station?

[She swallows and turns away. Her brown eyes find the feed again. They shine with unshed tears. Her curly red hair flutters around her face. One blunt-nailed hand rises and brushes tendrils back behind her ear. Brigid isn’t wearing makeup and is drowned in a bomber jacket with several military patches on it. Her eyes flicker out over the area around the fountain.

She nearly curls in on herself.]

Can anyone hear me? I need to get home. Please. If you can tell me how to get home… I’d appreciate it.

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Is town-wide psychosis a possibility?

[Quick, Brigid, think! History is easy to remember. Well, the one that immediately comes to mind is the Salem Witch Trials. Not the best thing to think about. Especially since more than one wolf lost their lives in that bit of ridiculousness.]

[ Ha HA that's funny for reasons that Stiles can't really describe, and he cracks a smile briefly before he carefully settles his face into something more neutral, clears his throat. ]

I guess if they decided to drug the water or something, it's totally doable.

Well, there's been a few times in history that it's come up, but I'm asking about here?

[She's not even sure it would affect her as much as a human, since, werewolf biology. Then again, she doesn't want to test it.]

[ Stiles pauses a beat, jaw carefully sliding open as if he's going to say something. All that happens is he squints an eye, before he finally speaks. ]

What, exactly, are you asking me for here?

[She bites her lip.]

If town-wide psychoses have happened? They've happened in history, a few pretty famously.

Man, you've got- the most specific question set that I've ever seen here.

Sort of? They did legitimately drug us and there was kind of some crazy hallucination stuff going on for a while. [ He clears his throat. Still not over it. ] If that's- what you mean.

Sorry, I ask the questions that come to mind. Sometimes, they're a bit odd.

[The last is soft. She's trying to figure out what to do and is obviously failing at it.

And animals can give her away. She's scared of that happening, especially without the pack to fall back on.]

Nah, it's good. Odd, I mean. Fits in here along with everything else, right? Kidnapped and thrown in a town with a bunch of your fellow captives, that's definitely something I'd plant on the 'odd' list.

I guess so. After the last few years, I've just hoped to have a nice quiet freshman year at college. It was going well.

Yeah? I'm a senior in high school, I kinda feel you. Normal's a little too much to ask for here, I guess. They kinda suck out the normal and poop out pure unadulterated not-fun.

My condolences.

[Her mouth twitches up a little bit again.]

That's an interesting metaphor.

[ Stiles snorts, a bit of a grin on his own face. ] It's not even a metaphor if it's totally accurate!

You know your way around here yet?

Um. No. There's a girl coming. She's going to show me around, I think. Or at least asked me over for tea.

This has gotta be so bizarre for you. Show up captive and get invited for tea.

Hey, if you ever need another tour guide, though, I got this place down pretty pat so far.

You have no idea. I was walking to my bus on campus. I was supposed to babysit tonight for my uncle. And now... here.

[An appreciative smile.]

Thank you for the offer. Maybe later? I'm still not sure where I'm staying.

The good news is you probably didn't miss that babysitting date! Time kinda works all ass-backwards here, it's pretty confusing. The bad news is- well, I mean, you're here.

[ He shrugs his shoulders. ] You'll get somewhere. If you can't grab a spot by the end of the day, hey, there should be a place at mine if you get in a tight spot. But there's plenty of bedrooms open, plenty'a choices.

Thank you. I really appreciate it. I also hope you're right. My uncle isn't very understanding sometimes.

[Especially in certain areas. Like not watching his kids so that he and his wife can have a date.]

And who would be, when the babysitter gets kidnapped. Kinda hard to plan for in advance, right?

Hey, if it's any consolation, my dad's, like, the cop, and if I'm wrong, he's turning the place upside down to find - [ Actually, no, that's sad, he doesn't want to think about that sad. ] Never mind. It'll work out. We gotta believe that.

I understand. My Da was a cop. If I was late from school, he was calling his friends to look for me.

[She still misses him. A lot.]

[ There's a half a grin that wrings out of Stiles then, a little pleased. It's not often you come across another cop's kid, and there's immediately a kind of kinship there, even if he takes a note of that 'was', to come back to later. ]

Yeah? What division, what was he?

[Brigid loves hanging with other cop-kids. They understand things that others don't.]

A-15, street patrol, third shift out of Bunker Hill Street. He was also Special Operations.

Yeah? Whoa, big leagues going on here. Mine's sheriff, um. Over at Beacon Hills in California.

He's not anymore? A cop. Your dad. I mean.

I've never heard of it, but I've never been out of Massachusetts, except for the annual family trip.

[A momentary silence.]

No, he was killed in the line a couple of years ago.

[Best lie there is. It sounds better than "Our Alpha killed him and I don't know why."]

Small town. [ That's okay, Brigid, Stiles has never been out of California either, so they're even. Besides, he's a little more distracted by the latter of what she says, an apologetic hand scrubbing over his chin. ]

Wow, that's- Kinda my worst nightmare right there, I guess I- sorta know how you feel. [ But not really. His dad's alive. ] I'm sorry, Brigid.

I think Da would've liked being a cop in a small town better. After he left the service, he thought about moving, but because of family we stayed.

[Pack stays with pack. He wasn't going to make her go Omega with him.]

It's okay, but thank you. My uncle took me in, hence me being so worried about getting back.

Day 44; Video 001

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