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[ Wait, that's not right. Stiles sighs heavily where he's leaning against his bed and frowns down at his device. It's kind of hard to type with his left hand - clearly he did not think this amazing plan through. He opts to switch to audio but misses, hits the video feed instead. ]

Fuck. [ He frowns down at his probably less than captive audience with a tired sigh. ] Oh, whatever. [ Swinging the device to show his right side - arm in a cast and sling. Awesome. ] Guys, guys. Don't ever, ever try to take a short cut in a blizzard. Just don't.

[ He's managed to survive a lot of things lately, he should have realised something dumb was about to happen. Werewolves, kanimas, lunatics who beat the shit out of people? Yeah he can do that. What he can't survive is slipping and falling on to his arm. He's such a superhero. ]

Who wants to feed me good drugs and sign my cast?

So...hah, am I sure glad we discussed moving to a new place, because between the ghouls and the blizzard, my room would be a downright mess. Mom finally got to ruining all my clothes, I suppose. Only without presenting me with what she considers fit for a lady, but that's City irony for you.

And then what was up with that two-day blizzard? Almost froze my t-tiiiiny toes off. [Yep. Y e p.] My tiny toes.

[A sigh.] So how are the rest of you? Recovering, refurbishing, remodelling, resoluting? Who's had one hell of a beginning of the new year? And who's up for drinking? Nothing like alcohol to drown out the trauma. To healthy life choices!

[ooc; I am considering a Mae Goes Out log, those interested should poke it.]