Coyote Walking

Well, that was... interesting. Couldn't have been much different from my usual self if I tried.

Everybody get through it okay?



Private to Jack

Um... I'm sorry? I don't quite know what to say. That's... not like me at all.

Mercy's clearly taking some time out to sun herself down at the beach by her house. The device seems to be transmitting from a small table, angled down enough to show the bikini-wearing, coyote paw-tatooed, ice-tea drinking Mercy as she reads a historical romance and works on her tan.

Oh now this is nice... Much better than the last one...

This is ridiculous.

I can't find my way home. The pathways to the beach area are gone and even in coyote form the smells are too different to let me find my way back there.

I spent last night in the shop figuring it would be fixed today, but no such luck.

I just want to go home and check on Medea and put my feet up instead of crashing on the foor in the back room. Is that too much to ask?

In another month I'll have been here for 2 years. It seems pretty unbelievable. Some days it almost feels like home is the dream and this is the real place. Other days I miss everyone so much it hurts.

It's easier with Jack in the house, just knowing there's somebody else popping in and out makes me feel a little better, and hopefully the Doctor will come back around sometimes too.

Which reminds me... Doctor? You'd asked me about um... singing to the TARDIS? When would you like me to do that?

So... Jack Harkness - or at least a Jack Harkness - is back in the City and staying here at the house. It is his after all. Or, well, anyway...

Okay, the mindbogglingness of the whole 'this one', 'that one' thing is getting to me.

Anyway, bottom line. He's here. It's nice to have the company. And, of course, Medea adores him, big surprise.

He does definitely make me miss Kyle, though.

[Mercy is... not herself today. In fact, instead of Mercy there's a very handsome Native American male looking at himself in some shock. And when she - he - speaks, the voice is certainly not what Mercy expects.]

What the hell?

If I shift to coyote am I still going to be, well... male?

Warren, Kyle, Samuel, Adam? Zee? ...Ben...?

Anyone from home?




[ooc: Anything is a go.]

Mercy's hard at work in the garage, only her feet visible from underneath the nearly completed VW Bug. There is the sound of metal on metal as she fiddles and adjusts, but over it all you hear her voice, talking to herself.

"Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft just totally lost.
As stupid boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured every where:

... Oh, this is ridiculous. Why the hell do I keep speaking...? Damn."

And she's back to muttering under her breath about stupid City curses. Someone's been having dreams about a certain pair of werewolves back home.

I'm at the hospital. I don't really remember too much of the last few days, I guess I got pretty sick from the pneumonia. I'm doing better now, but I'm still too weak to go home on my own so I'll be here a while longer.

Medea should be okay, but Reid, maybe if you could just check on her, make sure she has enough food and water left I'd really appreciate it. Or, you know, come kidnap me home and I'll do it myself.

Have I mentioned how much I hate hospitals?

[Backdated to the morning when it was still tropically sunny and warm.]

If anyone needs me for anything I'll be out sunbathing on the beach. Got to take advantage of the warm weather while I can. I'm sure the snow and cold will be back any day now.

So, um... how long do people usually leave their Christmas decorations up? Not that ours don't look lovely, I'm just not sure what the normal thing is.

[As the snow starts falling, all nice and fluffy and white, well, there's only one thing for a coyote girl to do.

Which is why anyone watching will see a coyote frolicking in the snow by the beach house. She's tearing around, tossing the light snow up into the air and just generally enjoying the heck out of it.

And when she gets tired of that, she'll curl up in a semi-sheltered spot by the tree and just watch the snow fall contentedly.]



[ooc: Open for anyone, especially any of the housemates who might want to interact - whether they know Mercy shifts into a coyote or not. Not might actually be very fun!]

Just 'woke up' - came back to life? - in my bedroom. With a handy 'Thanks for Donating' sticker on my chest. Wow. Thanks, Deities. Really. You couldn't have just asked? You had to have me ripped apart by a -

Damn.

Well, I'm not even City Dead, just really alive, so that's something, I guess, but I don't think the memory of... of what happened to me is going away anytime soon.

Mara? I'm back. I'm home and I'm back and I'm alive and thank you so much.


[Private to Derek]
Derek? I'm here. I'm alive. I'm... it's okay. And I'm so sorry you had to see all that.

Where are you? I... I need to see you and touch you and know that I'm real and whole again.

[End Private]

The Magic Shop is closed for the rest of the week - unless some of the other employees want to open it. I'm staying close to home. Happy Thanksgiving.

Um, so I'm not entirely sure how I got on --- train. I didn't inten-- to. I was down here look--- for --me parts for the VW Bug I'm --ilding and got turned ar---d Underground and next thing I ------ I'm stumbling onto a train and now -- can't get off.

And I have to say, it's all pret-- disturbing, between the reported deaths and the... ---ever it is outsi-- the windows.

Oh damn.

It's like, like the en-- of the --orl-- - my world. Werewolves killing civilia--- and one ano--er, the fae rampagi-- through the --ities. It's horrify--- and yet I --an't seem to look away - ---be hoping for a --impse of some--ing good or someone I know, though in a way, gi--n what's going on, I also k---- of hope I don't see so---one I know at least not ----ike this.

Derek, I'm --orry, I don't --ink I'm going to be able to get home, but as soo-- as this curse or ----ever it is --ops I'm head--- straight --ere.

So far this month isn't high on my list either. I hope we see a turn-around soon.

Anyway, if anyone's looking for me, I closed up the shop early and I'm going for a run rather than work on the Bug right now. And, um, not in the ordinary way for those who know what that means.

Afterwards, I think I'm curling up with a book or maybe a movie by the fire till I'm ready to crash on the couch.

Have a rather pregnant Mercy, looking a bit concerned.

Samuel? Where are you?

Where are we?



[ooc: Road Not Taken curse. Mercy never returned home to her mother's, she ran away with and eventually married Samuel instead.]

Mercy's lying stretched out on the couch, a cup of hot chocolate by her side and a few books scattered around.

Not going into work today. Just... don't feel like it. Think I'm just going to loll around all day and relax.

Derek? Could you be a dear and make me some more hot chocolate when you get a chance? I'll do the same for you another day.

When Bran caught Samuel and I kissing he told me he was sending me back to live with my mother and to pack my things right away. I packed, but Samuel and I planned to run away together. Bran found out, of course, and, well... he filled me in on the real reason Samuel wanted to marry me and I just... I couldn't live with that.

So I left. Without saying goodbye to anyone, without explanation. I should have had the guts to face Samuel directly, but I was so in love I was afraid...

Anyway, when I turned up on my mother's doorstep I discovered that neither her husband nor her other two children had any idea that I even existed. They were very kind and welcoming to me, I have to say that for them - they always have been. But that time was... well, let's just say it was a particularly miserable one.

...

Why am I talking about - ? Oh man, I'm cursed, aren't I?

[And this would be the new Auto Shop (and small equipment repair) teacher at Westerburg High - probably not what most people are expecting. She slides out from underneath a half built car, wiping the grease and oil off her hands with a cloth tucked into her back pocket. The Celtic armband tats are pretty clear on her upper arms, but only an oops would show the coyote print just below her navel.]

All right, everyone. As you can see, auto mechanics and small equipment repair is not a field limited to men only. Sure, guys tend to be a little stronger, but girls generally have smaller hands and can usually fit into small spaces better. It evens out, trust me.

Now, that said, anyone who thinks they're here for an easy A better think again. If you do the work and give your best effort you'll get a good grade, but don't think you're going to make it though the class without getting pretty dirty.

[She smiles and nods her heads towards the group of guys in the corner.]

I'm keeping my eye on you guys. Safety comes first. There will be no fooling around or picking on anyone else in the class. And trust me, whatever you're thinking? I can smell when you're planning something and I can definitely take anything you think you can dish out. Play by my rules and we can have a fun class and we'll still manage it so that everybody leaves having learned something. Deal?

Good. Now, everybody grab a set of overalls and come on over here. Don't be afraid to ask questions - if one person's confused, there are probably others equally confused. And if you'd rather talk to me separately I'm always here after class and before and after school.

All right, let's get going!


[ooc: Open for action during or after class or whatever anyone needs.]

Oh please! I'm so hoping there are people here today to visit me.

Someone from home maybe? Samuel, Adam, Warren, Kyle?

Or people who've left? Kyle, Harry, Thomas?

Anyone?

Kind of wish my dad had showed up today. Not that I ever met him. There are things I'd love to talk to him about, though.

Then again, maybe Bryan would have showed up. I'd have liked to see him again - though I'm not sure I could have kept myself from telling him what his killing himself did to me and how selfish I think it was. Even though I understand why he did it.

Or maybe Bran might have showed up. Boy, I could use a good chat with Bran right about now.

But as it is I spent the night baking and cleaning with every light in the place blazing as bright as I could get 'em.

Anyone who wants cookies can come on over and Dean, I tried that cherry pie recipe. Not sure how good it came out, but it's yours.