VIDEO || LYDIA MARTIN || 02

[preytosociety]

In case you hadn't noticed, there are very large wolves roaming around outside. Wolves that are supposed to be extinct. They hunt in packs and are extremely dangerous. Unless you're a suicidal bonehead with an incredibly idiotic death wish, I recommend staying inside and in groups. Do not try to fight them. 

[She sighs, rolling her eyes.] Yes, Kobra, that last part was primarily directed at you. [Idiot.]

As for the stone cube, Dr. Banner and I have been examining the star map etched into the sides and come up with a lot of nothing. We know the map does not reflect our solar system or any of our constellations and is therefore not from our galaxy. We also know the writing carved into it is in Old Norse and holds no real meaning. As for the indentations and the tree... I had a theory on that, but the book I was looking for is missing. 

If anyone else has something they'd like to contribute, please contact either Dr. Banner or myself. Thank you. 

Comments

[porcelainpride]

Kobra's cookie-filled one.

So! [With clearly forced cheeriness.] Do we have some sort of contingency plan for if and when the enormous bloodthirsty wolves decide to make hors d'oeuvres of us?

[preytosociety]

[Her expression softens briefly. Just briefly!] Why am I not surprised?

So far, no. Other than stay inside and keep the doors and windows blocked, the majority of us are pretty much sitting ducks. There was a man outside with a sword, he ... seemed to be doing well on his own. A plan would probably help. Any ideas?

[porcelainpride]

[He sees that softness. He tooootally sees it.] Regarding the fact that he talked about you, or the fact that cookies were involved?

Hm. Well, drawing on my completely-useless history as a comfortable middle-class suburbanite who's never seen a canine larger than a Dalmatian, I would suggest that we add gibbering unintelligibly and praying to our respective deities to that plan.

[preytosociety]

[Shut up, Kurt!] Regarding both, actually. And the fact that his mouth was probably full at the time.

Yes. I completely agree with this plan as someone of a similar background. [No experience with large canines. Nope. None whatsoever.] But in case that doesn't work, it might be a good idea to arm ourselves. Do you have access to a stocked kitchen or bathroom?

[porcelainpride]

It's sort of in a perpetual state of fullness. [See this knowing look, Lydia? Alllll about you.]

I've been hanging out in the diner, which is eerily well-stocked, though naturally missing the proper ingredients for a decent clam chowder. Why? Can I bludgeon wolves with canned tomatoes?

[preytosociety]

You obviously pay more attention to his mouth than I do. [Get that knowing look out of here, Hummel! She's just going to counter with mildly-suggestive accusations to take the heat off of her.]

You can, but I have a few options you might like better. Is there anything aerosol in there? Cleaning products, Cooking spray, air freshener? You'll want to take them all. You'll also need matches or a lighter. Also, if you find a decent amount of cleaning products, I can potentially walk you through the creation of a crude bomb that could-- ... [Contain the inner-nerd, Lydia. This is one of your own. Flip that hair and flutter those lashes.]

I read a lot of this online somewhere.

[porcelainpride]

A boy has to keep busy somehow. [Hair-flick.]

[Have an eyebrow-arch, Lydia.] Go back to the part where I was starting to idolize you, please. A crude bomb that could what?

[preytosociety]

[Hm. She likes this one.]

... Could be thrown through a window to explode on impact or placed somewhere and timed via a homemade fuse.

[She smiles, trying to hide the fact that this was getting slightly embarrassing. She really had no shot at the mysterious-town-prom-queen title now.]

It's no self-igniting Molotov cocktail, but it'll do in a pinch. If you find any silver, keep that close, too. [The smile falters ever so slightly] Superstition.

[porcelainpride]

Ohhhh. Good thing I always carry at least three cans of hairspray. [He's at the point where he's ready to sacrifice his hair products. Desperate times, desperate measures. And not to worry, Lydia, maybe the qualifications for prom queen in scary-coastal-town-of-mystery veer more towards being able to blow things up.]

Werewolves? Hm. I should stock up on garlic and holy water then, too. [He's only half-kidding. Anything seems possible at this point.]

[preytosociety]

Hairspray also makes an excellent flamethrower. [Good, because she's eerily good at it.]

... [Oh. Joking. He's joking, right? Just smile and shrug and twirl your hair] You can never be too careful.

[porcelainpride]

That I did know. There's a reason I don't go near the stoners at school...besides the fact that they smell homeless.

[He nods, slowly, resisting the urge to ask if her hair color's natural.] Considering we're in the middle of a Stephen King novel, I'm not ruling anything out as too ridiculous.

[preytosociety]

[Kurt, where have you been all her life? And you bet your sweet ass it's natural.]

It's hard to be skeptical when ancient, stone cubes appear out of nowhere and supposedly extinct mammals want to eat you. Are you going to be okay on your own?

[porcelainpride]

[Ohio~ His next question would be if she'd allow him to get his hair-dresser-y hands onto said naturally red hair. He imagines a chignon would be very flattering with her features...]

Well, considering I've now met you and confirmed my theory that in this particular horror story the pretty ones don't get eaten first, I think I'll manage. I've procured some cinnamon and I feel there's a niche in this place for authentic French toast, so I'll be making myself useful, at least.

[preytosociety]

[When their lives aren't in immediate danger, this is definitely a thing she would allow. Especially if there was to be some kind of formal event in the near future to celebrate everyone surviving this.

Unfortunately, all meeting her proves is that the pretty ones only get partially eaten first. She keeps smiling.]

It's the pretty ones without common sense that have to watch out. And if I wasn't on a strict diet, that would sound heavenly.

[porcelainpride]

I abandoned my diet. My boyfriend's back home, so I don't have anyone to look cute for.

[preytosociety]

[Lydia almost says 'me too' but she's not sure where she stands with Jackson right now. Even after what they went through together, even with her knowing... she's just not sure.]

There is always someone to look cute for. Even without your boyfriend around, don't let people fool you. Looks are everything. They judge. Not to mention, we're on camera.

[Someone could be falling in love with your smile.]

[porcelainpride]

...in that case don't look at me. I need to hastily compile some sort of exfoliating method with beach sand and sour cream.

[preytosociety]

Sweetie, you're fine. Just remember to smile.

And please be careful.

[porcelainpride]

I'm nothing if not careful. I have no shame; I'm fine to let the ones with sword-fighting expertise battle whatever demon creatures come our way.