[ Scott is currently at the shelter-clinic. Behind him, there are obvious signs of remodeling and construction. He decided to get a jump on the day and to paint the new front desk. He looks a little confused as he addresses the network. ]

Morning, everyone. The clinic's coming along. We're still doing construction but the front desk is put together! [ A smile as he leans out of frame, leans back. He looks around. Huh. ] Hey, has anyone seen two brushes? I bought them yesterday along with paint. But, they seem to be gone? If you took them, it's cool, I just need them back. I only get so much money a month.

[ Which sparks an idea as he takes a seat on the unfinished desk. ]

Also, I've been thinking, when I'm not here I should get a part time job. Is anybody hiring right now? I only have experience at an animal clinic but I'm a quick learner. And I'm stronger than I look. [ A smile. You know, for when... he's a stock boy or something. He's advertising himself, okay? ]

Um, has anyone celebrated their birthday, gotten here, and realized it's just around the corner again? Would this make me 18? Do I skip the year? Lose it? I haven't even been 17 for two months. Should I do something? Can I? [ Is it not allowed. Maybe he'll be seventeen again? ] Just wondering.

[ ooc: Someone has raided the shelter! And taken two brushes and a can of paint. Feel free to admit it's you or to not! ]

[Well, this is Lyds as she's meant to be seen; hair perfect, dressed in the best (or as best as she can manage given her current resources, which she somehow still manages to make look spectacular. She smiles to whoever out there watching and listening.]

Scott McCall is having a party for his Very Merry Seventeenth Un-Birthday, and I'm gonna throw it.

Unfortunately, I don't have the resources I would normally at home [and lbr at home she would probably never be the one throwing Scott a party but there you go] so I need the help of kind souls willing to assist me in getting what I need. I met a great many interesting and friendly people at Ginny's birthday party - a fantastic bash in and of itself - so I'm hoping some of you would be willing to reach out with offers of assistance, and some of you I'm actually going to try and contact directly.


I need a venue. Music. Food. [A thoughtful pause.] Maybe strippers. [Because the look on Scott's face would be epic.

Lydia smiles into the camera. She's got dimples. How does one resist the dimples?]

Get back to me soon. Thanks, everyone.

[The vid flickers off, and then back on. Lydia leans forward toward the camera.]

Oh, and guys? You know who you are. Don't tell Scott. Or his mom. [Her smile grows wider.] I know where you sleep, okay?