#willanomaly

[clumsywere]

Consider this your official invitation to the Kapur-Jones house for dinner sometime this week. We'll be having a couple of other people over as well, from our pack, so you can meet more people and make more friends, hopefully settle in faster. You don't have to bring anything, we'll feed you.

Will that’s really sweet! Are you sure you don’t want me to bring anything?

[privatewolfman-blog]

[darlingxcorinne]

Will... Stiles.. c'mere, little betas. [ howl ]

[graycaplin-blog]

Text || Will

Gray: WILL DID YOU SEE IT?!

Gray: DID YOU SEE THE POST?!

Gray: THEY FOUND IT.

[graycaplin-blog]

Text || Will

Gray: I might kidnap your dog, just a heads up. Literally so cute.

Gray: How's LA?

[graycaplin-blog]

TalkSciFi.com

A chatroom site for fans of science fiction literature to discuss anything and everything. 

Chatroom Participants: Will Jones-Kapur and Gray Caplin

Will has created a private chatroom

Will has invited fadeintogray

fadeintogray joined the chat 90 seconds ago

fadeintogray changed name to Gray

Gray: long time no talk, Will. What's been going on?

Will: hey, yeah, sorry. I've been sort of sick and put on strict bed rest

Will: haven't had the energy to log on until now.

Will: How are you?

Gray: sort of sick? You okay? Strict bed rest makes it sound bad....

Gray: me?

Gray: well...I moved recently...my uhm

Gray: pack is gone

Gray: so there's that.

Will: Yeah, it's...it's not life threatening or anything, but pretty embarrassing. I don't want to talk about it.

Will: What do you mean, gone?

Gray: Hey you don't wanna talk about we don't have to talk about it! How's the husband?

Gray: I mean killed. Got ambushed by hunters and because of my lack of directional skills I got out of the line of fire

Gray: I moved too

Will: He's good. I miss him, he isn't allowed into the room because I'm contagious or something.

Will: Jesus, I'm sorry to hear that. Glad you got the hell out, though. Do you know who the hunters were?

Will: where'd you move to?

Gray: Oh damn. How long have you been sick, Will? Have you called a doctor?

Gray: No idea who the hunters are...I didn't stick around to find out.

Gray: This weird ass town not too far from where I was. My alpha wanted to go because weird stuff was happening, so I went after the attack. She was so right.

Will: a few days, I guess. We know what's wrong, it's not something that a doctor can change.

Will: I'm really glad you're okay

Will: What do you mean by weird stuff? What's it called?

Gray: Ah. Well hey, you know how familiar I am with the medical system. If you need help, let me know.

Gray: thanks Will. I'm kinda ashamed if I'm honest.

Gray: It's called Beacon Hills? There's apparently this weird supernatural thing....it's making people either seriously angry or seriously....sexual.

Gray: and that's not even the weirdest thing.

Will: Yeah, I know. Hey, look, it's definitely not cancer or anything, don't worry, okay?

Will: Don't be, it's better than all of you dying.

Will: I bet I know what the weirdest thing is that you don't even know. Brace yourself, you ready?

Will: I LIVE IN BEACON HILLS.

Gray: Yeah, no I know. I'm worried about ya, bed rest is no fun.

Gray: yeah but Will...there was a moment where....I was backed into a corner and....

Gray: uhm

Gray: I had to kill my way out...

Gray: WAIT WHAT YOU'RE HERE TOO?!

Will: I've never told you about this before but my husband has some experience with killing people as a wolf. It's not the same thing but if you ever want to talk to someone about it, he'd be less judgemental than most.

Will: Yeah, so..................you know that weird thing where something's making people angry or sexual? That's what I'm..."sick"...with.

Will: I drew the sexual card, unfortunately. So. I'm

Will: uh

Gray: Really? Thanks I just....don't want you to think differently of me....and I dunno I've never actually taken a life before.

Gray: Ah, so you pulled the sexual card and you locked yourself in your room so you wouldn't do anything dumb?

Gray: or not dumb, but...not so good?

Will: locked in the guest room so I don't jump my husband because I already made him have sex with me five times before we knew what was going on and I just...we don't...uh

Will: um

Will: yeah

Gray: right. if it makes you feel more comfortable we can change the subject?

Gray: Also I may have found a girl I had a one night stand with a year ago in town and yeah

Will: I don't even know why I told you specifically how many times we had sex.

Will: Let's talk about how crazy it is that you're in my town

Will: we should meet sometime, you know, when this is over.

Gray: Right yeah let's talk about that.

Gray: I'd say 'it's a small world' if that wasn't really corny to say

Gray: Yeah we should! when it's over and things chill out. It would be cool to meet one of my first friends outside of a sci fi chat room

Will: If you need someone to show you around, I'd be more than happy to do it.

Will: You can meet my husband, and some of my friends here. There aren't many, but they're good people.

Gray: I actually ran into this kid, Jackson earlier, he gave me the run down of what's happening...but I haven't actually seen the town outside of the apartment building that my loft is in

Will: And I can show you the awesome Terry Pratchett collection I've built up at my library.

Will: Oh, it really IS a small world! Jackson's one of my closest friends.

Gray: I'd like to meet your husband, I've heard a lot about him. Meeting new people would be awesome. I haven't heard from Randall in awhile....and he's kind of one of the few people I talked to.

Gray: You had me at Terry Pratchett.

Gray: Wait seriously? Jackson's awesome.

Will: It's probably good that you've been laying low for a bit since the town really isn't showing its true colours right now. Once things are...calmer, we'll show you all the sights. And we'll have you over for dinner.

Will: Yes, seriously. He's pretty okay, I guess, but don't tell him I said that, it'll go to his head

Gray: Yeah. I'm just hanging out at this point.

Gray: Ha I think I made his head a little bigger anyways today. He's kinda hot, not going to lie.

Will: Oh god, I know he is but he definitely knows it too.

Will: Sorry, I gotta run for now, I'm not feeling too good so I'm going to cry to my husband about it. My cell number's XXX-XXX-XXXX, you can text or call me any time.

Gray: Alright! I'll see ya later Will.

Gray: Good luck with....you know.

Will has left the chat

Gray has left the chat

[fletcherwyatt-blog]

Combative Training || Fletcher and Will

Fletcher forgot what the weight of his camo backpack on his back felt like. As he walked up the library stairs and felt the bounce of it and the contents inside of it against the fabric of his shirt, it felt like something had been missing for the past month and he just didn't notice. It was comfortable, and he welcomed the feeling. 

He also welcomed this new found importance in something that's been going on in the town. Recently he's felt like he's been stuck in a bubble. He knew information that could help, but didn't know who to trust to tell it to or who would even believe him. And on top of that, whenever something was supernatural related. What was a regular old human who was new to all of this going to do when faced with a werewolf? The closest he's come to one was back in Nate's apartment when Nate told him and bared his fangs. 

But hand to hand combat he could do. And it turns out Will can't, but wants to. So instead of twiddling his thumbs at his desk, Fletcher took the afternoon off and pulled his dusty backpack off the top shelf of his closet - with weapons out of reach of visiting four year olds - and made his way to the library. He had a list of things he wanted to teach Will that he had to cut short when he remembered that Will is on crutches. Teaching someone on crutches how to fight was going to be a challenge...

...But that's what makes it fun. Smiling to himself, Fletcher made his way into the library and waved at Will. "'Sup Will?" He asked, patting his side to make sure his deputy badge was still clipped to his belt - he had some weapons in his bag that he needed to be able to explain if someone happened to see - and leaned against the information desk. "Ready to learn how to fight?"