16 January 2014 @ 09:03 am
[Lydia turns on the device, peering into it for a few moments in silence and looking extremely conflicted.]

So. Jackson's here.

[Seriously, she looks like she can't decide if she's happy about this or miserable. And apparently that's all she has to say before reaching toward the device to turn it off.]
07 January 2014 @ 05:43 pm

[Broadcasted initially without her knowledge, of course.]
03 December 2013 @ 07:55 pm
It's statistically impossible for there not to be at least one guy sexting me right now

what i'd really like is a nice helping of naked boyfriend with a side of naked boyfriend.
23 November 2013 @ 09:51 am
I'm not sure how this works, actually.

But if you're someone I care about from Beacon Hills, I definitely want you to get in touch with me.

[She could be addressing this to any number of people. Jackson. Aiden. Allison.

She seems furtive, like she's not really expecting any kind of response.]
15 November 2013 @ 12:10 am
[Lydia is sitting on a park bench in the middle of the day, having her lunch and looking fabulous.

The Sorting Hat twirls from mid-air into the frame, settling on Lydia's fabulous strawberry blonde hair. Slowly her glance creeps upward as she pauses mid-bite of her salad.]

Do you mind? You're giving me hat hair.


The hat uplifts off her head and whirls away back into the air and out of frame once more. Lydia's brows furrow, and then with a shrug, she goes back to eating her lunch. Fabulously.
24 October 2013 @ 03:38 pm
I need to talk to you guys about something.

I've been given access to the City Solutions labs to be able to find out more about what I am. But I've been giving Chekov half-assed information about why I am what I am. He wants to help me.

The thing is, in order to make the most of the lab's resources, I would need to give him a lot more information than he has, and I promised both of you I wouldn't give out details or out anybody.

This is important to me. If Chekov can help me find answers and I can learn to control this thing, it's like we said, Scott - we could save people's lives. Stop death before it happens. And right now the only person who may have answers is your uncle, Derek. And he's not here.

The fact that understanding myself may depend on the man who attacked me and made me do those things makes me sick to my stomach.

So I'm asking you both to talk to me and let me convince you to at least let me talk to Pavel so that he can help me figure this out.
18 October 2013 @ 04:36 pm
[On the day of the Boney Attack, the fact that Lydia has turned on the video feed without her makeup being perfectly in place is a testament to how terrified she is.]

There's so much death out there, it's feels like a weight against my chest. I can't escape it. I can't sleep, I can't eat, it feels like I'm choking on it.

[Lydia Martin, human geiger counter for death. And right now there's a lot of dead men walking.]

I wish Allison was here.

I'm not leaving the apartment, and I've got the door locked, but I'm really scared.

Stiles, Scott, Derek [Yeah, even Derek.] - let me know you're okay. Julie, Pavel, Lucy, Uhura, any and all of you who are my friends, stay safe.
14 October 2013 @ 03:36 pm
[Lydia's smile is a little too tight around the edges as she addresses the network, clearly putting on a brave front regarding whatever it is that may be bothering her.]

So! I'm moving into my own place, which I know I've mentioned to a few people. My original roommate was going to be my best friend, Allison. [A beat.] That plan has changed.

So Stiles is going to take the second bedroom. The plan for a housewarming is still on, but just a bit delayed and I'll be making an announcement soon about when that's going to happen. In the meantime though, a question for folks.

I miss my dog back home, and I think I'd like to get a puppy here. Is there a pet store? A shelter? Any kind of resource to look into pet adoption? If there was a way to get a miniaturized version of Naga that'd be right up my alley. But other suggestions are welcome.

Private to Scott & Melissa )
06 October 2013 @ 06:10 pm
[Lydia's leaked memory is four and a half minutes long, and it's hard to tell if it's real, or if it's a hallucination.]

[Regardless, now everyone has an idea of exactly what Peter Hale had been doing to her.]

[ooc: The first 4:30 minutes/seconds of the episode linked above. Warning: assault and horror triggers. Please ignore the "previously on TW" bits!]
24 September 2013 @ 10:23 am
[Lydia grins into the camera. Slowly, she lifts a plastic card in front of her, the top appearing first and then being raised higher until it can be clearly seen:

City Solutions
Employee ID

Martin, Lydia
Lab Assistant

Her grin grows into a full-blown smile.]

Guess who's gonna be doing science and getting paid for it? That's right, kids. This girl, that's who.
10 September 2013 @ 04:59 pm
[Lydia is perfectly dressed, perfectly coiffed, and her smile is dazzling.]

Hi, everyone.

My name's Lydia Martin, and I'm a banshee.

[She lets that sink in for a moment.]

So here's the thing. This city? Is full of crazy stuff that no one ever suspected was even possible. I mean, if we can cope with guys who run at superhuman speeds and people from other planets, I don't exactly see the value in hiding, especially when you're dealing the scientific improbabilities of transdimensional pocket universes that exist outside the forward movement of time and there isn't even a wardrobe to explain it.

So my thought is? Let your freak flag fly. Who's going to persecute you here? Who's going to tell you that you're impossible, and shouldn't exist? Not me. And maybe there's other people just like you here, or maybe kind of the same, or just a -leetle- different since the rules from their universe don't apply. Wouldn't you want to meet them? Wouldn't you want to know more?

You're in the one place where you don't have to hide. Unless you're like...an axe murderer or something. But if you still feel safer keeping things on the DL, tell you what. If you're interested in reaching out to like minded Cityzens but want to do so discreetly, contact me privately, and I'll keep an eye out for those with similar origins.

You know what they say. Live together, die alone.
01 September 2013 @ 08:45 am
[So Lydia disappeared for a day, and now she's back.]

Well. That happened.

Private to Scott.
You left out some pretty important stuff. [And Lydia is Displeased About That.]

Private to Stiles.
So things happened. I want to talk to you about them. [Mainly the fact that she held him underwater while he died of hypothermia and she needs to be told that it's okay that she did that to him. She knows it was necessary, but.]

Private to Derek.
I want to talk to you. About Peter.
[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?
13 August 2013 @ 05:56 pm
[When the video turns on, the screen is streaked with water. The indignant gasps of a young woman sputtering as the image lifts - whomever it is, they apparently woke up in the fountain and are none too pleased about it.]

--- can't believe this, what the hell

[More movement, and it's evident that the young woman is soaking wet and none too pleased about it. Finally though, the device is turned upward so that a redhaired, green eyed young woman with lips pressed together tightly in dismay stares down at it.]

Where am I?