in the dead of night

I'm Lydia Martin. If you don't know who I am, get out.

[dearlydiaa-blog]

ooc: So, it’s 3 AM, and I’m still in bed, crying over reading Mockingjay, and I tells myself, I says, “Self. Whatever you do, do not make this personal. You know how you get, and you gotta go to church in the morning, so just do yourself a favor and check yourself before you wreck yourself.” So what do I do? I imagine all of the Wolf Out characters – all human, of course – being put into the Hunger Games. I imagine every single scenario, every single way this could play out. I imagine who wins, and how they win, and how they deal with the aftermath. Take a few minutes. Imagine it. Now, tell me how much you hate this idea, and how you think this ends. Who becomes the Mockingjay? Who makes it to the end?

[dariastiliinski-deactivated2017]

We are officially the weirdest family ever.

How come Lydia Martin has no idea? Are you okay?

[dearlydiaa-blog]

At least we know he’ll always be loved.

Oh, hush! I’m allowed to blank every once in a while!

[dariastiliinski-deactivated2017]

Hey we can be moms together, who needs a dad when you can two mom anyway. We can have it your way you know, as long as she gets there.

I know.

[dearlydiaa-blog]

He does have a dad -- can’t forget about Jackson. ...Are we really discussing this?

And I’m fine with calling her. Haven’t we already established that I have no ideas?

[dariastiliinski-deactivated2017]

Hey, he’s my son. But I mean, we could just tell her to come hang out?

Hm… Starbucks!

[dearlydiaa-blog]

Sure. And it’s not my usual method, but it’s about as good as any.

Nice choice.

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ooc: wow, okay, i’m so out of it, i’ve made a bajillion typos, i’m so sorry wow

[dariastiliinski-deactivated2017]

it’s okay but omg where???

[dearlydiaa-blog]

shhh, see i can’t tell you that

[dariastiliinski-deactivated2017]

You’re not gonna give her a heart attack, the worst that can happen is her barging in all coyoted-out. But it’s just the pack so… I mean sure last time she tackled Liam to the ground but it was kinda funny.

Free coffee? Hell yeah.

[dearlydiaa-blog]

We are not sacrificing my son every time Malia gets flinchy. But if you want to risk her coyote wrath, you make the call.

Starbucks, or Beacon Cafe?

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ooc: wow, okay, i’m so out of it, i’ve made a bajillion typos, i’m so sorry wow

[dariastiliinski-deactivated2017]

Eh, those are all good points. I don’t know, call her, tell her there’s an emergency?

Not much, I was on my way to get coffee, actually.

[dearlydiaa-blog]

I don’t want to give the girl a heart attack, Dar!

Oh, I could use a coffee. My treat?

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— Hey, what’s up?

[dearlydiaa-blog]

Hey, Dar. I’m going to make sure we’re all set up for Malia’s mini-party. I figure she doesn’t want a full blown party, so it’ll just be the pack. The real question is how we get her there...

What’s up with you?

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ooc: heyo! i am here if anyone wants to do things :)

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Text → Malia

Malia: who's that?

Malia: okay... I don't know what I want though

Lydia: Ask Daria. She'll tell you everything.

Lydia: That's the beauty of shopping, honey. You find things you never knew you needed.

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Text → Malia

Malia: I don't really know if humans taste good

Malia: Oh it's for me! You don't have to buy me anything

Lydia: Hannibal seems to like them, so.

Lydia: Nonsense. I'm getting you something, and it's going to be amazing. But since you aren't exactly forthcoming when it comes to what you like as far as gifts go, I thought we could pick something out together.

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Text → Malia

Malia: ... Fine

Malia: But if it's a trap I'm eating you.

Lydia: I don't blame you. I bet I'm delicious xo

Lydia: But it's not a trap. How am I supposed to buy you gifts when I don't know what kind of gifts you like?

Lydia: And your birthday is Saturday, too! You're going to help me pick out your gift!

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Group Text → Pack

Allison: Hey! What's everyone bringing for dinner on Thursday?

Scott: Pie! :D

Fiona: Mac n' cheese!

Lydia: Hmm... Salad?

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Text → Malia

Malia: I'm not busy at all

Malia: why

Lydia: I need you to come shopping with me.

Lydia: Before you reject it, I promise not to force you to buy or even try on anything you don't want.

[dearlydiaa-blog]

ooc: i'd love to say that i spent my day doing important stuff, but in reality, i spent all day rewatching glee. yikes. i'll be back tomorrow!

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[Chloe offers up a shrug.] Okay. I don’t not want to tell anything. No secrets; just drawing. [She glances down to where she’s started on a new page.] I’m surprised you haven’t gotten bored by now — most people do. I’m going to be at this for the next…hour or so, just so you know.

Maybe longer. You wouldn’t want to stay around that long.

[dearlydiaa-blog]

My best friend is a bit like that. She can sit and draw for hours on end, as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. I do it sometimes, too.

And, like I said: you’re talented. I’m kind of interested in seeing what you draw. But I’ll leave you alone, if you want.