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text; sometime this month idk

[magija]

Tell me you aren't allergic to cats.

text;

[unvirgin]

No?

Sorry, that wasn't a question. No, I'm not allergic. Why?

action, mid-week

[dramaquinn]

[ Whether Alice stays at her new place or at Eliot and Quentin's, she doesn't sleep well. Enchanted tea helps, but Deerington makes it impossible to get it right every time, and the stress of knowing you're in for A Lot when your ex who you still love wakes up from his vein-cocoon sleep tends to find its way into your dreams.

So even though this is a dream world, Alice is tired, which means it's time for a cinnamon dolce latte with whipped cream and caramel syrup.

She thanks the barista when she's given her drink, taking a sip despite the near guarantee she'll end up with a whipped cream mustache. Whatever, she's got a napkin. Sweet (so sweet) caffeinated goodness is worth it. Don't @ her okay. She knows there are people judging her.

She doesn't sigh loudly in relief, but as soon as the drink hits her taste buds, she ascends a little from this mortal dream-coil, to the point where she hasn't realized that maybe she should move a little more out of the way. ]

action;

[unvirgin]

[ It isn't the first time their paths have crossed, and this is something Dana would never say to Alice out loud for fear of sounding like a total freak — but ever since she started feeling different, since the transformation on the full moon that had seen her turning into a wolf the size of a car, at least according to people who have told her after the fact, she can pick up on unique qualities in people's scents, those aspects that are special to them and them only.

For Alice, who prefers her lattes on the very sweet side, it means that Dana can always tell when she's just enjoyed one with extra whipped cream because even those subtle notes are still apparent in her overall scent; it also means that a place like Jane Dough, home to all kinds of smells for a normal human nose, is a little overwhelming to her now, and right now she's repressing the urge to sneeze, her face currently screwed into an expression that looks, well, on the verge of doing exactly that before the feeling passes. ]

Good?

[ She'd seen Alice a few people ahead of her in line but hadn't made her own presence known yet; as she steps up to order her own drink, she realizes they're standing right next to each other now, glancing over at the other woman with a friendly smile and a tilt of her head. ]

I was considering something else, but you make that look really tempting.

video message;

[zwhack]

[ life's got you down, dana? don't fret.

sometime after the initial werewolf panic, a video will be sent to her fluid. the contents? the setting will be a familiar one, a colorful living room with light blue walls (an interior setup that wouldn't be believed if one could see the outside were it in this video).

it seems to be some bland footage of the couch until a sudden melody is heard, and suddenly two figures appear to sing out the verses. dana might normally recognize them as addy carver and kai parker, but on the screen, they become two deeply melodramatic rock stars, evident in the way they seem to belt out (kai: on key, addy: badly) when the chorus kicks up. there's a lot of flailing (or dancing?) done, along with the use of various cooking utensils to act as microphones, constantly zooming in close to the camera for their respective lines.

if she survives the minutes of footage, she'll make it to the end in which both now heavily exhausted rock stars will fall upon the couch for the final verse, draped on the cushion pillows before finally breaking character, cackling dumb tired laughter before the video finally ends. ]

audio;

[unvirgin]

[ it takes dana a while to respond — not because she doesn't want to, but because she genuinely doesn't know what to say in answer to that. she might watch it a few times before finally calling addy up too to leave a voicemail message, unable to keep the smile off her face throughout.

but she deliberately picks a time when she figures addy will be too busy manning the radio station to answer her fluid, because there's still the matter of addressing what happened between them too and she wants to save that for an in-person apology now that she's not quite so... intense.

she tries to keep her voice super casual, but the nerves sneak in anyway. she's new to all of, well, this and apparently being a werewolf now on top of that means the newness is amplified tenfold. ]

Do I even want to know whose idea that was, or was it a team effort? [ there's a soft, nervous chuckle that tacks on to the end of that question. ] But seriously, though. Thanks. I mean it. That... well, I'm saving it forever, if I can figure out how to on this thing, and... I really don't know what I would do without you. You guys. Both of you.

text; un: s.winchester

[fathertoson]

[ So how do you break the ice with a girl you're kind of really into who happened to accidentally turn you into a werewolf last night? Sam has no clue, so he's just going to improvise. ]

Hey. I know last night was... a lot. Are you okay? Where are you?

text;

[unvirgin]

[ it’s been a lot and honestly, she hasn’t really been anywhere since she woke up in the woods except straight back to the house — first after logan had found her, naked and surrounded by rat corpses, then after kai had led her home and tried to make tea — but she’s showered and trying to remember the past few hours with little luck. most of it is a blur, but she remembers one or two things very vividly.

and when her fluid chimes, chances are sam’s going to notice that bubble popping up a few times to indicate someone is replying — and deleting — before something finally comes through. ]

I’m fine. Sorry, I didn’t mean to run out on you like that. I wasn’t feeling very well. [ understatement of the year, maybe. ]

I’m at home.

text; un: s.winchester

[fathertoson]

So I guess they're having a New Year's Eve party.

[ One might think that since they've been seeing a lot of each other lately that this wouldn't be such an awkward thing to bring up. But no, it's definitely an 'asking a girl to a dance' kind of awkward. ]

text;

[unvirgin]

I saw that.

Did yours come with an outfit too?

[ of course she doesn't suspect that that's what this is. ]

text; un: csnow

[trigeminalheadache]

How are you feeling? After the full moon, I mean.

text;

[unvirgin]

Okay. Actually, what's weird about it is how much better I felt. After.

I don't really remember a lot of what happened that night. It's still kind of a blur.

voice;

[magija]

[ she's terrified. not only because she's suddenly been forced to recognize the falsehood of the memories she's been living for the past month, but because even with that revitalized awareness, she doesn't return to the place that she knows, a place that in the most peculiar of ways has become something of a strange comfort.

and her magic — it's gone.

without that instinctual place of solace within herself, she reaches out, seeking the people she's found it with all these months, seeking out her sister — ]

Dana! Dana, please tell me you made it.

voice;

[unvirgin]

Wanda? Oh, thank God.

[ she's been huddled up under just about every blanket sam could track down for her here, even though she'd reassured him countless times that she doesn't really need it, not as much as others might — especially the ones who were trapped in the water for a longer period of time and haven't been able to change out of sopping-wet clothes.

but she's got her fluid back with her, rescued from the bottom of the trunk that had mysteriously ended up here too, and she's been scrolling through old messages trying to make sure no one has reached out to her when it chimes with a new message. ]

Are you okay? Where are you?

text

[dramaquinn]

I'm sure I don't need to tell you this, but don't drink the tea, don't eat the meat pies, don't accept flower crowns, don't join in the dancing.

How are you otherwise?

[unvirgin]

Little late on the tea, but that definitely isn't anything I'm looking to repeat.

I'm okay. Better now. How are you holding up?

text;

[zwhack]

[ is this gonna be awkward? this might be awkward. maybe cause it ties into the something they haven't actually addressed yet since she's been back. but maybe it doesn't have to be. maybe it's just a totally normal question. because they're still friends and this is a normal thing for friends. ]

hey so

i found some of your clothes in my closet
i kind of forget they were there since i was away awhile

i wanted to make sure you knew in case you ever wanted them again
but you can leave them there too
it doesn't bother me either way

[ yeah, it's weird. she made it weird. ]

[unvirgin]

[ she can't say she didn't expect to get some variation of this text eventually, but she didn't really know what it would look like. or what it would say. she figured the gist of it would still boil down to overall awkwardness, and maybe there's no avoiding that even to some small degree.

but it also depends on how they handle it, right? it could be uncomfortable, but it doesn't have to be. ]

Oh, I don't want you to have to worry about holding onto them.

[ now, of course, she's glancing around her own room wondering if she's in possession of things that might need to be returned. ]

Maybe it's easier if I just grab them next time I'm over? I was going to drop off something for Kai's birthday next week.

And yours too, actually, but I'm not finished with it yet.

( text | un: burton )

[rocinantes]

( don't ask how amos found her and don't ask him why he's texting her now. he doesn't want to explain it. )

you still alive?

( the last time he'd seen her had been in rapture because he'd been too out of his head with anger to really think about her after that. )

[unvirgin]

[ it takes her an extra second to figure out who the message is coming from; they hadn't exactly gotten around to the exchange of last names before. ]

Yes.

Although you probably figured that out based on the fact that I'm responding to this right now.

[ sorry, amos, she texts kind of like she talks. which is... a lot. ]

Feels a little surreal to be back, huh?

text; un: s.winchester

[fathertoson]

Are you still awake?

[ Considering that he sends the text well after midnight he's not counting on it, but he kind of hopes that she is. ]

[unvirgin]

Yeah, I'm at home. Is everything okay?

[ although if he'd texted her thirty minutes later she would've been passed out in bed with the book she's reading splayed open across her stomach. she's just at a really good part right now and sort of lost track of how late it is. ]

text | un: fuzzyelf - misfire

[suchmiracles]

[ The great thing about having a tail is you can take great booty selfies, which is exactly what Dana will receive. Kurt's in the bathroom, freshly showered and also shirtless, but at least he's wearing underwear. Not that they leave much to the imagination. ]

😉

text;

[unvirgin]

[ wow. wow wow wow.

it's going to take her a while to formulate a reply to this, during which she very decisively tries not to expand the photo attached after the initial shock she'd gotten when she'd first opened it. ]

Is this your way of trying to make me feel better for my sort of accidental nudity that one time?

misfire text — un: hale

[engender]

( constantine is becoming a regular contact, one derek doesn't hate being around, which is a lot for derek if you ask anyone, or simply know him. he's not confident in constantine finding a way out, at least not any time soon. not after people have been here for a year or more. but, derek will help in any effort. )

What comes next after your floor sigils, and don't say naked yoga because I'm not catching you if you do it without clothes.

text;

[unvirgin]

[ yeah, between this and the text she'd just received, dana's pretty sure something's up with her phone. or maybe something's up with everyone's phones. although this isn't the first time there's been a weird glitch. before, it had been some kind of purposeful hacking. ]

After my what?

I've never even done yoga. Although I can't say I've never considered it.

text » un: meow meow » MISFIRE

[moshennik]

idk if i want to put a bra on

text;

[unvirgin]

Well, who says you have to?

( misfire text | un: lilith )

[sathan]

I don't recall when I last saw it, though anything could have changed.

[unvirgin]

[ after about the third or fourth of these, she's starting to notice a pattern. ]

I'm guessing you probably meant this for someone else?

text; un: cinderella ( sometime in mid-june )

[zwhack]

hey

when you're available, can you give me a call?
we have to talk

[ she's not a fan of the ominous message, but it's not something she wants to necessarily share in a text. in person is probably better but — well, she's taking steps here. ]

audio;

[unvirgin]

[ it doesn't take dana long after she gets the text to just look up addy's name on her fluid — a search that doesn't take very long either, considering how many contacts she actually has — but the brevity of the message itself concerns her enough that she doesn't think this is anything that can wait. ]

Hey. Is everything alright?

[ she cradles the phone between her cheek and her shoulder, stepping a short distance away from behind the counter at paintbrush kingdom — not that she's ever that busy when she's working, anyway, but she senses she's going to want undivided attention for this. ]

text; un: s.winchester

[fathertoson]

So, this is awkward but Dean's here. Another one.

Also he's convinced that I'm Lucifer and that his only purpose in life is to kill me.

[ so, you know, this has been a Day ]

text;

[unvirgin]

Wait.

ANOTHER Dean?

How is that even possible?

[ give her a second to wrap her head around the rest of it. ]

Are you okay? Did he hurt you?

text; un: cinderella

[zwhack]

how much do you know about dogs?

[unvirgin]

Are you asking me because of the whole me being a werewolf thing?