Video - Day 386

[teenyoda]

[Stiles' face shows up on the screen and he's looking maybe just a little worse for wear. There's lines around his eyes and he looks like he hasn't been sleeping well.]

So, the timing on this could be better. I'll be jumping on the wagon to Alfheim tomorrow morning and, um, I need a favor.

[He really should have locked this from his dad, but he hadn't really been on his game when he'd decided to make this.]

Could someone come in and check up on Scott while I'm gone? He went all grey and we can't find his bracelet. I've got him sort of... tied up to his bed, but I need someone to come by and make sure he eats and uh, you know, bathroom stuff.

[Anyone who knew him could see this wasn't an easy thing to ask. Someone was feeling especially guilty at the moment.]

I can't leave him like that, so if no one can do it, I'll just have to, ah, let him go. But with all this going on right now...

I'd just really appreciate a little help. I'll owe someone. Hugely.

[There's a pause, then Stiles looks directly into the screen instead of letting his eyes jump all around it.]

Please.

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[teenyoda]

No. They're, uh, actually pretty good. But they're not really dinner food. They're more like... snacks. Or for school lunches. Seriously, have you never had a pb and j sandwich?

[His heart head hurt at that.]

[airborn]

[Rue shakes her head, curious.]

No...I don't think we have them in Panem. [Which meant the others wouldn't know of it either.]

Can you show me how to make one later?

[teenyoda]

[You're killing him, kid. Kill. Ing. Him.]

Yeah, sure. How about when I get back from Alfheim?

[airborn]

Oooookay. [She draws the word out to let her reluctance be known.]

But only if you promise you'll come back from there okay.

[Rue looks at him expectantly.]

[teenyoda]

Of course I will. Not like I'm going to set up shop and move there, right?

[airborn]

No, but you're going to battle.

[Her expression is serious as she stares up at him, hand clenched around his.]

People get hurt when they fight.

[You have to win.]

You have to promise.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, but I'm wily people. I'll come out okay.

[Or he'd die again, but he wasn't going to bring that up right then. Not when he could feel her squeezing his hand like that.]

I'll come back. And I'll be fine. Promise.

[airborn]

[She stares at him for a moment longer, then nods after she finds what she's looking for.

There's another tug on his hand as she moves toward the door.]

Okay. Let's go to the market then.


(ooc: shouuuld we end it here, and maybe have a backdated log with dad stilinski later? )

[teenyoda]

{ooc: I want a backdated dinner log with them SO BAD}