T H R E E.

[saturniapavonia]

[Not even midnight yet and yet...]

I'm tired of this whole fucked up world bullshit.

[Said the newb.]

There's gotta be a way out.

[Okay so wait maybe someone's now feeling more like a whiner. Buck up, Roman.]

Peter---[what to say? What to say?] You okay?

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[anunluckypenny]

It'll get better, Roman.

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[saturniapavonia]

I'm positive it can't get worse.

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[anunluckypenny]

Then there you go. Better's guaranteed.

You're okay?

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[saturniapavonia]

i'm not hurt

seems like too much penny

[valentineluke]

[Feels urge to give pep-talk.] Running away won't work. Stand your ground or at the very least, go out fighting!

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[saturniapavonia]

[Stranger words, stranger voice but the echo comes right after: you must make your heart steel.]

go out fighting huh

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[valentineluke]

A hefty length of wood can make for an instant weapon. Furniture, buildings and trees are in no short supply here.

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[saturniapavonia]

or a baseball bat

[he might do better with that then the heirloom battle ax back home.]

...thanks

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[recognize_an_opportunity]

I think we're all tired of this. Luckily, things rarely last long around here.

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[saturniapavonia]

What's the worst that you got, Mr. Lansky?

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[recognize_an_opportunity]

During this curse, or in general?

[He shrugs a little.]

These skeletons don't respond well to shotguns, I've found.

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[saturniapavonia]

In general.

[He rubs his face.]

I'm not going to make a bones joke.

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[studmuffin]

[ From everything Peter's told Stiles about Roman, he's not entirely sure it's wise him getting involved. And yet there's enough of a catelogue of memories, of Peter worrying or frightened or confessing just what Roman is to him. Maybe it's not his business, maybe he'll make it his anyway. ]

Nope. Which means we just have to suck it up and deal with the City as best as we can. [ Pointedly. ] Even if it's gonna take a shit ton of effort.

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[saturniapavonia]

That's bullshit, that's what it is.

[And yet another person who knows way more than he does about himself. Such is the life of Roman Godfrey.]

I find it real hard to believe nothing can be done.

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[studmuffin]

Dealing is a thing!

[ He shrugs. ] Or we could just all lay down and give up but that would probably suck.

[velveteenwolf]

Roman.

[He has literally no clue what to say.

Hey. He's alive. He's not... doing well, especially with whatever level of Hell this is that he's in, but he's alive.

They're dreamsharing again and that somehow makes it harder to find words to say.]

Yeah.

[saturniapavonia]

[Elation. Relief. Then a whole brick house of dread falls onto him.]

Good.

[Because the full moon has come and gone. Because it's been days and days.]

[velveteenwolf]

[It's about minutes before he flicks the feed back on, before he does that totally dumbshit thing that he'd been trying to talk himself out of, and when he does, it comes as a text instead because he just can't fucking stay away.]

where are you?

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[fastest_dude_ever]

No way out. Tried that bit, didn't work out too swell.

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[saturniapavonia]

Woah. You did? Really? What happened?

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[fastest_dude_ever]

A big boom, erratic temperatures, jail time, etcetera. Hate to break it to ya, pal, but we might be in for the long haul.

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[dignity_misery]

[Just who you wanted to hear from...]

Toughen up, baby.

[Her voice is sonorous, unmistakable, and amused.]

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[saturniapavonia]

[Awesome. Just the person he wants to hear from in a time like right now.]

I am tough.

Just.

[Something.]

Frustrated, okay?

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[dignity_misery]

Are you sure about that?

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[ladycroft]

[Another young man, ticked off by the circumstances, poor sod. Sounds of running boots on stone can be heard as she speaks. She's the one doing the running, but she isn't tired, yet.]

I can sympathize. My travel arrangements were all bollixed up. I certainly wasn't trying to get here.