text to various

[killingtodeath]

[text sent to Lydia Marin, Adam Weiss, Lila Zacharov, Francesca, and Abigail Hobbs]

THERE IS A TALKING RACCOON IN THE CASTLE.

[text sent to Vi]

Sorry. Also what the actual fuck is going on and why did you bring home a raccoon??

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[theminotaur]

Go. [ she slides off the desk and motions for him to vacate the chair. she wanted to go to will, but it'll be just as easy to ask him to come to her. ] I'll cover the rest of your shift.

[killingtodeath]

Thanks. Again. [And with that, he will head on out.]

[theminotaur]

[ she watches stiles leave and then immediately texts will because now she is on desk duty... so he needs to come to her. which is roughly what her text says. ]

At front desk. Need you ASAP.

[mydesigns]

[will shows up at the front desk asap because he thinks maybe someone died or something??? how's he supposed to know with that cryptic shit. but yeah he comes down the stairs like one of the brady bunch kids at breakfast, earmuffs from the firing range still down around his neck.] What's wrong?

[theminotaur]

[ that was fast, she is pleased, if only because she was getting anxious on her own. ] The mission to Andres came back. Stiles was texting one of them and she said Wynn declared war and he's holding a war council tomorrow.

[ she doesn't mince words or lead up to it, just lays down the simplest facts for will. if he needs more she can supply the answers, but she isn't trying to be cryptic. that demands a prevaricating nature she doesn't use with will. ]

[mydesigns]

[werwatey???????]

What happened on Andres? [he means that in the sense that he feels like there must have been a colossal fuck-up to be suddenly going to war??? but maybe not. because ... andres. we just don't know.]

[theminotaur]

I don't know. On top of Sir Bancroft still being there, they had to leave another knight behind. It seemed like with the Prime Minister. [ it wasn't hard to extrapolate up from vi's texts and the "him" referenced in "no one is going to let him lay a finger on kat." (wis 18) she raises her eyebrows slightly because will studied serial killers too. stiles wouldn't have made the leap immediately because he was a teenage boy -- abigail was a girl, will was a profiler, the possible assault undertones wouldn't be lost on him. ]

[mydesigns]

[wis 14 — he's not completely sure if that's what she means, but he has enough of an idea. 14 percent of an idea ok.] That must have been the final straw.

[lurings]

I guess -- [ AND THEn OMIGOSH WYNN'S ANNOUNCEMENT CUT HER OFF WHAT. rude. her phone was on the desk so she just stands up and moves to will's side so he can see it too. very close, leeching comfort from his closeness. she doesn't say anything as the feed ends, looking up at will while lulu starts chasing something in her dreams, running as she's laying there on the floor. what do, fakedad? ]

[mydesigns]

[will doesn't say anything once the announcement's over, just ... looks deeply contemplative.]

Hell of a first mission.

[and he also says that. wow reassuring.]

[lurings]

You're going? [ she doesn't seem pleased. the opposite of pleased. displeased. she's unhappy by that prospect. ]

[mydesigns]

Do I have a reason not to?

[lurings]

Experiments, cult, torture, slavery, death. [ she can think of a lot of reasons no one should want to step foot on that island. ]

[mydesigns]

[he stares at her like "and...?" a+ parenting william.] We can't ... not do things just because they're scary.

[lurings]

That's not scary, Will, it's deadly. [ spiders are scary! her dad is scary! meeting new people is scary! andres isle is a death sentence. ]

[mydesigns]

What makes me so special that I shouldn't go?

[lurings]

[ um abigail says so that's what makes you so special. her distressed and forlorn expression says as much even if she... doesn't say anything at all. ]

[mydesigns]

I'm not fine china. [which may only make sense to him but ... he has issues ok. thanks jack crawford.]

[lurings]

I am. [ she looks up at him and her forehead wrinkles, expression crumpling. ] What am I supposed to do if you don't come back?

[mydesigns]

You'll be fine.

[lurings]

[ after a moment of looking at him, her lips purse to force all the other feelings from her expression and she moves back to sit behind the desk. after another moment, she murmurs, ] Be careful. [ quietly and like she is loathe to say it. ]

[mydesigns]

I'm sorry, Abigail. [but not sorry enough to ... not do it.]

[lurings]

It's fine. [ not it's not! she doesn't want to be all alone again, she'd gotten used to having will around, she let herself get attached to him.

she lurches out of the chair and turns back to spontaneously hug him. ]

[mydesigns]

[we're hugging? okay, we're hugging. hugs are not will graham's favorite thing, but he is capable of doing them. because his arms work. yep. ... and now she is making him feel bad.]

[theminotaur]

[ good, she wants him to feel bad, that is her aim. after a minute, she pulls away and steps back because... hugging happened. she shifts on her feet awkwardly. ] I'll look after the dogs.