Day 98; Video 004

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid is looking a bit frazzled. She'd come to the house to find a few things, maybe use the kitchen, and talk to her friend. The problem is, Charlie's scent is fading. There's something wrong. And she isn't sure where her friend is.]

Has anyone seen Charlie McGee?

She isn't at the house and I can't find her anywhere around the town, or in the woods. I've been busy, but she's normally pretty easy to find.

[She bites her lip.]

House ten is empty. If you've seen her, or if she's out there, please contact me?

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[bostonhowler]

[Brigid is passive, and she is subservient, but she also thinks of the entire pack, before she speaks. She considers the ramifications of her actions on everyone. That one time during the full moon didn’t count, since she’d been… not herself.  

But this? This is nice. This is comfortable and comforting and something she wants more of in her life.]  

Sometimes. I much prefer slow cookers, to cooking on the stove. I used to cook for a week at a time, when Da was alive.  

[Her lips thin for a moment as she thinks about their precarious position.]  

I don’t mind going without. I’m a cop’s kid, and they don’t make fantastic money. But the way supplies go here, people are going to begin to starve, if we don’t get a few basics soon. Flour, sugar, rice, oats, some vegetables.

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[packpapa]

[ He looks thoughtful as he listens, struggling not to compare her situation growing up with a certain someone he knows back home, but as much as he feels the unfamiliar urge to tell her as much, he holds back; old habits die hard. ]

There's land around the lighthouse. If we can get what we need, we could attempt to grow our own.

[bostonhowler]

[She already knows about Stiles and his father, luckily. She just doesn't mention it, because what's the point?

Brigid cocks her head to the side, thinking. She chews on her bottom lip between her teeth.]

There might be seeds left from the communal garden planting? I don't know. St. Balthazar is the one to ask, I think.

[packpapa]

[ He hums to acknowledge he's listening, but he's frowning at the thought of having to run into the angel again if he's going to ask. ]

I won't hold my breath.