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Is something going on that I should know about?
Probably. Hell, I’ve been there so long. Well, not anymore, but you know.
Ryan Aro.
Very much well aware. But nice to finally meet you, Ryan.
Is something going on that I should know about? [p]
That Remus and William and Olive and Grace and all of them are dead. Dead as in they are never ever ever coming back and everyone seems to have moved on from that like it never fuc….like it never even mattered. So many people were lost, Ben, at least half the people that moved to Portland have to be grieving someone. Or do people just move on that easily from loses? No one even cries, no one yells. No one seems angry or sad all they talk about is going out and new friends and I mean — who am I to even judge any of them but it doesn’t feel right. I would feel horrible if after such a short time I had already moved on from all these deaths. A-and maybe William would have wanted me to but it’s not that simple. How does everyone else do it? How are they all out and about having a life when every time I try I wind up locked up in my room again…h—how do they just…forget? How do they let go? B—but I’d also not like to know because I think…I think…that you have to mourn people in order to let them go. I like to think that’s part of the healing process. Healing doesn’t happen as soon as you leave a town. That’s dumb. That’s…that doesn’t seem possible.
No, no it doesn't happen that quickly. Though the thing is, I can't speak for anyone aside from myself but I know we all grieve in odd ways. Personally? I have a hard time sleeping at night. If it's not about Ther- 'scuse me, Will or Remus, Gracie or Hannah, Tyrus or Oliver then it's about losing everything. Seeing people I love who lost it all. There's not a day that goes by where I don't think about my pack and what I lost. Not a single fucking day, 'scuse my French. I don't know how people turn it off. I really don't. Not completely, anyway. But for me it's like I pack my days full of things to do and see just so I don't spend time on it. I'd love to do nothing better than to throw the blankets over my head and block out the light and just, well, cry and get it out. But I can't. I don't have time for it. And if I spent my time mourning each and every one of the lives lost, Emily, I wouldn't be able to live myself. So I can't speak for anyone else, I can only speak for myself. I know---well, I know you aren't an official werewolf, but I always encouraged communication in my pack. If you ever need to stop by and talk about anything at all, I'll make tea and we'll do that. Because you may be human, but I consider you family. If that's okay, that is.
Is something going on that I should know about?
Yeah. I guess here was the only place to go.
You know anymore I’m really not sure. You looked liked I guy I used to see around town a lot, so I thought I’d ask.
Then you'd be correct. I believe I've seen you a few times, actually I may have spoken to you before the town went to hell. Ben Harris.
Is something going on that I should know about?
There seems to be some kind of mass migration from a town with an unusually high murder and fire rate. It appears we have all become geese.
Didn’t you used to live in Florence?
Funny how that turned out, isn't it? It's a good thing I don't mind migratory patterns.
I did, yes. Do I know you?
Is something going on that I should know about?
Oh… well, when are you going? I wouldn’t mind tagging along, if that’s cool with you. I’m always eager to see some new pieces—I’d even opt out of not getting arrested for it.
It's up to you, and tomorrow I think. You can certainly come along, I don't mind the company. I didn't know you came to Portland too, Mark. Do you find it better than Florence?
I care about the environment, Ben, and desperate times call for desperate measures.
They call for blending in and not making waves in a new location. Not even going to bother explaining this to you.
Is something going on that I should know about?
That I never really know what’s going on around Portland. I hear people talking about certain things and well, I’m completely lost!
There's the calender with everything that's going on in the city...which is a lot, apparently. But then I overhear random things too. The other day I was in Trader Joe's...which is really cheap, for that organic stuff...and I heard someone say there was a stargazing event thing. I don't know, there's just more to do here than-- well, there's just more to do here.
Text || Ben and Quinn
Quinn: Of course. :)
Ben: It's at 10:45, we could grab dinner down in the Pearl District...which has some really good Italian restaurants.
Is something going on that I should know about? [p]
No, no — you’re right. The stories aren’t stupid. I am. They’re so black and white and it’s like you said, the world is it. I’m the stupid one for believing it was in the first place.
Stop calling yourself that, because its far from the truth. Your stories are there to give hope and to help us all believe that there's something good out there. We know that the world is entirely grey, we know that. But it's nice to escape from a reality that many of us simply cannot handle at the moment.
What's really going on, Emily?
Is something going on that I should know about? [p]
B-because even in all my stupid stories good never triumphed over evil. In none of them. So why did I believe it would be any different in real life?
Because real life isn't composed of good and evil, merely humans, and coincidentally werewolves, who do terrible things sometimes. Things that they believe to be right and true. I've always said that one's terrorist is another's freedom fighter. The stories aren't realistic in the sense of light and darkness, but that hardly makes them stupid, Emily.
Is something going on that I should know about?
I ask myself that everyday.
Hah, what do you mean?
But the humans are the best part, so many opportunities for entertainment.
I swear Delia, if I find out you've tortured one simply because they used plastic instead of paper...
That’s what I’m here for.
Of course it isn’t the same, it’s better, seeing as our town is almost non-existent by this point.
I'd have thought you'd hate a place like this, so many humans and what not.
If I play through the night,
A-Ahh.. A-Are you serious?
I, uh.. W-Well, I’ve have many reactions in my life meter, b-but that’s.. I-I gotta say, man, that’s one of the worst.
So...it's a video game? I don't think I own a telly, I'm the worst person you could explain this to.
Is something going on that I should know about? [p]
Sometimes the monsters are right in front of our eyes, Ben. But what does it even matter I’m just a…
What's this then, what brought this on? Why would you say that about yourself?
Is something going on that I should know about? [p]
That sounds like she’d probably really enjoy. You know, not that I actually know Quinn that well at all but….you know what I mean. I don’t know, I liked the quiet of Florence.
Before I knew all these werewolf things it was…it was nice. Who would have thought that everything I’d wished so hard could be real would wind up being the same thing to tear my life apart, huh.
Hah, I do, I get it.
Florence was my home, I'm not denying that. But with the events that ripped it to shreds, it reminded me of my own home. My original one in England. I never wanted the humans to get involved in it all, Emily. If they hadn't, if you never knew you'd still live in your stories about myths and legends. But then again, with those people, if you could call them that...you'd find out sooner or later. They were the animals, isn't that rich?
Is something going on that I should know about?
It’s no problem, sexy older gentleman, any time.
Thank you, someone who might possibly get me arrested. I should probably go in case this is that Dateline program.