[Neil is... perched. On a stool. Because. It might be safer there than being anywhere else, considering the chaos with the two factions in the square.

Trouble is, he's perched somewhere IN the square, trying to avoid getting hit by someone or something or being arrested for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He looks tense, but tries to sound calm about it all. Mostly.]

This is what I get for going out for milk...

[Ducks as someone leaps to attack another party, complete with battle cry.]

Um...





help...?

[ The video starts with almost Blair Witch levels of shaking, the kind of tremble that usually accompanies the running and possibly evading of massacres. He lifts the device with one hand and breathes out, a quick burst of breath that makes his voice vaguely higher than usual. Do not judge him, he will find his baseball bat soon enough. ] Okay, what the hell?

[ It's been months for him, months of growing and settling and generally smothering down the Beacon Hills level of panic that accompanies his daily life. He'd had Scott and been patching up things with his dad and none of this had crossed his mind at all. Forgetting is so quick. Well, at the beginning with the smothering. Now it's mostly just panic and keep panicking because everything in the town is out to kill you. Even Peter. Especially Peter.

Memories of the City come back in fits and starts. He's vaguely aware of the trouble before he'd left and it matches up. Of course rioting in the streets is a little .. well. ]

Is this going to happen every time? [ Running a hand fitfully through his hair - that's new too, the hair. He tugs it a little and moves his foot up and down, his whole body still in motion. ] I know destruction of property is generally my siren call but seriously?

[ He needs to get out of the center and quickly. ] Is this everywhere?