one ✚ arrival

[affectioning]

[ If anyone is hanging out in the square, they'll see a very confused looking teenager slowly bringing what is not his cell phone closer to his face. And if anybody is looking at the network, they see the adorable can't be mad at that face moving closer to the screen. He tilts his head, perplexed. He looks around. Nobody else looks completely confused.

But, wait. He hears other people on this thing. He squints. Could this be some kind of mass communication device? Give a gold star to Scott McCall as he looks around him and then back down. ]

Can anybody hear me? Or, see me? Anyone know how far away I am from Beacon Hills? [ Or how he even got here? ] It's in California. [ This doesn't look like California. He'd ask for help but it's not exactly something he wants to do. He can handle this. It reminds him of those times he woke up miles from home. But, that was a wolf thing. Could this be true alpha related? Is this something he has to look forward to? ] Or, if anybody near me has a cell, I need to reach some people. [ Or, at least his mother. Hi Mom. I'm all right. I just woke up in a strange place. ] Thanks.

[ But, he pauses. His nose picks something up. Yes. He distinctly smells something familiar. Or, mouth-watering. It's not clear. And that's all the network gets as he brings it back down to his side. But, the video continues as he's walking in some nondescript direction. ]

Comments

[text]

[affectioning]

can you hear our entire conversation?

[text]

[hischair]

you're broadcasting on a network

stiles is a good kid, i met him recently. my name is jim

[text]

[affectioning]

my name's scott. how recently?

[text]

[hischair]

weeks? and some days

can't count right now. migraine. hi, scott

[text]

[affectioning]

[ that migraine really must be affecting your sense of time, jim. ]

hi jim. sorry you have a migraine. try Excedrin? naps help

[text]

[hischair]

[ Affecting a lot of things, sadly. ]

haha thanks, man

been napping all day, my whole life is one fuckin snooze right now

[text]

[affectioning]

[ quite possibly too much information, thx. ]

sometimes that can be nice. not the sick part. but naps. keeping the blinds closed, too? darkness helps.

[text]

[hischair]

[ Scott, pls. Oh, to have the mind of a teenage boy ... Wait. ]

i'll let my doctor know you're handling things for him

[text]

[affectioning]

[ It's not THAT dirty of a mind. ]

my mom's a nurse. how is this possible? how can everyone be able to get these? is it a setting? send to all?

[text]

[hischair]

dude, you literally posted to a network. think of it like a messageboard

there's a private setting, stiles can probably show you it

[text]

[affectioning]

so, everything on these gets posted to the network. unless i make it private. automatically?

[text]

[hischair]

got it in one, gold star

stiles knows more, he

[ There's a pause of thirty seconds of so as Jim's head turns muggy, then the text is resent. ]

he's been here longer

[text]

[affectioning]

?

[text]

[hischair]

gotta crash, ttyl

[ And he disconnects to go and vomit again. ]

[text]

[affectioning]

[ WHAT WAS THAT. THAT MADE NO SENSE. ]