[There's a beaming Beth on the network today, with stains of pink and yellow paints on her cheeks and in her hair. Mitchell is singing somewhere in the background, quite enthusiastically, even if just a bit out of tune.]

Hello everyone ! So... Mitchell and I wanted to let you know we've moved in together. [She slightly blushes because all that is very new for her.]

We now live in Baldr District and you're all welcome to come say hi if you want... [There'll be treats for friends' dogs too.]

I better go back to help Mitchell now... See you soon ! [She winks at the screen and ends the cut after a last wave.]


(ooc: Mitchell might tag and threadjack too so be warned. ;))

[It's taken up a lot of nerve to finally do this, after her first incident. Even after Alfheim which still burns a brilliant ember in her head. Since then, the days sometimes blur together and Alice has done what she could to keep herself close by as possible. There's the tendency to wander into rabbit holes then there's wandering without recalling a thing of how you got there. All she can do is mutter "not again" as she tries to recollect it. She doesn't say it, she's afraid and tired of it. Alice is looking somewhat better -- although the fatigue shows in her eyes.]

The shadows... they've grown. I don't know how, but they've grown. And I loathe them. What good is it? They come from the unknown, wrought with fear and loathing. And what good is any of that? They only do so much until the light comes. It's not very efficient, I'm afraid.

[Alice rarely has her vorpal blade displayed, but it sits on her lap, as she flexes her hands. Not once does she look into the camera.]

I'd rather use my own hands, my own knife than my own shadow. Yet my own hands can only do so much. If I had everything I once had in my own defense, it would be a very much different story. I know what some of you may think a knife doesn't hold that much against a sword or perhaps a projectile, but I've seen some of you hold even the most smallest, the most hidden of weapons that would even put the most skilled fencer to shame.

Am I wrong for not wanting to rely on Hel's powers?

[She knows what she is doing could be potentially vulnerable, even regretful, but there's things Alice wants to do and people she wants to protect.]

Perhaps I better ask these things now before it fades away in memory.

[ooc; tl;dr, alice has level two shadow control and she wants to be better at fighting :|b]

Locked from Rachel

[The screen blinks on to show Stiles -- looking behind him.]

No... No, Hale. Guard the door. Let me know if Rachel comes back. Guard, Hale. Get mommy.

[There's a few chirps that follow, then Stiles looks back at the screen, the trademark 'I didn't do anything' look on his face. (Scott is probably very familiar with this look. So is his dad.)]

Uh, hey. So...

I have a sort of favor to ask. Or, really, just some advice. I sort of want to, um, do something for Rachel. Like, take her out on a date-date while it's quiet. I don't know how long we'll have before the next batch of shit hits the fan, so I...

[He pauses, looking down and trying not to show that he was thinking back to the incident with the lightning guys.]

I don't want to do anything funerally for her after she-- after that, so I sort of want to just... move past it? Maybe make sure she doesn't think about it any time soon.

[Because both of them waking up from nightmares would just be dumb.]

So yeah. Kind of looking for some tips on places to take her or ideas on things to do that might maybe border on the romantic. I love the Highwind, but taking your girlfriend to the place you both work isn't exactly a 'sweep you off your feet' maneuver. I'd just... I want to do something nice. Ideas would be welcome.