Coyote Walking

Well, Harry's not here to tell, but he'd probably be relieved if he was.

Anyway, it's probably all for the best. If I hadn't been curled up in bed with a heating pad all day I'd have probably ended up putting myself up for auction. And that really would have been all I needed.

Not sure what I'll do for work. I suppose I can try to keep Harry's magic shop open, but...

Ah well, we'll see, I guess.

Been a long time since I've been this happy.

Thank you all for your support and don't expect to see me for probably at least a week. I'm obviously going to be a little preoccupied!

Priestly? Did you slip something in one of the things you brought me?

'Cause I haven't felt like this since that night we... well, you know.

Mmmmm...

If you - or somebody - is gonna get me stoned, they ought to hang around so we can have some fun.

Or maybe you're still here? Come out, come out wherever you are!

Feelin' snuggly and happy and... wow... boy, am I gonna be hungry in a bit.

So I'm really not sure what the heck is going on, but if it really is the whole biblical thing, well...

Look, I'm in this huge house. There are at least 5 or 6 other big bedrooms as well as sitting rooms, living rooms, etc. If a bunch of people want to come here so we're all in one place so there's only the one main door to put lamb's blood on, well... If I know you, you're welcome to come here and we'll figure something out. There's plenty of room and food and everything.

You don't even have to see me if you don't want to. I'm mostly just stuck in my room with Medea.

Anyway, for what it's worth, the offer's open to my friends.

I'm finally home, tucked up in my own bed with Medea purring by my pillow. Okay, so I have every light in the entire house blazing, but that's beside the point. I'm home.

Filtered from Medical Personnel

Okay, so I kind of, all right, I outright lied to the doctors and said there was someone here who could watch out for me - hey, Medea's here, right? But they wouldn't let me go home without that assurance and I needed to be home.

So there's no need for any of you to go telling them different. Okay?

[An image is glimpsed through the half-closed bathroom door, a long haired figure on her knees, complete with the sound of retching. After a time the figure stands and one can hear water running. A moment later Mercy comes out of the bathroom holding a washcloth to her face as she collapses into the comfy chair by the bed, feet tucked under, curled up as much as possible. She's mumbling to herself, completely unaware that she's being recorded.]

I don't understand, maybe some flu bug? Doesn't really seem like it though, seems more like - No. Oh no. Oh no, please.

[And she's turning to scrabble through her journal on the table, counting frantically to herself as her face becomes even paler than any viewer might have thought possible.]

The last time was... Oh no. Please. Not this. Not now. The timing... Things couldn't possibly get any worse.

[And then she's on another mad dash to the bathroom, knocking the network device off the shelf to the floor in her heedless hurry, and shutting the video function off.]

I remember this day from before. Warren came to visit Kyle and...

Wow. How can you tell how homesick I am? I'd even love to have Samuel or Adam show up. I wouldn't even mind if they showed up together and we ended up playing stupid werewolf dominance games all day.

I'll be cleaning if anyone needs me.


[ooc: 4th wall away!]

Yes, I'm affected. And trying very hard not to think about it, though I'm sure if anyone pushes the issue I'd be forced to rate them.

Right now though, I'm thinking about the gorgeous full moon last night and tonight. Any of you seen it? They call it the Wolf Moon.

Makes me homesick.

Not that any coyote with half a brain in her head's going to join in when the wolves start howling, but wow is it incredible to just let loose on a night like this. There were a bunch of nights like this when I was away from all the pack crap that I'd find an out of the way desolate place and just... yeah.

If anyone's looking for me after moonrise I'll be out communing.

So, utterly and completely without clothes today.

At least I'm home and don't have anywhere I have to be. And the heating in this place works really well. As do the fireplaces.

It's actually a little fun and decadent, lying in front of a warm fire in the nude.

[And we have here footage of a coyote playing in the lightly falling snow. Whenever there's a break in the snow and the clouds clear a bit, you can see the snow sparkling in her fur under the light of the stars and a just past full moon. She's clearly having a great deal of fun, tearing about, tossing up snow with her nose, and doing a little howling here and there in pleasure.

After quite some time the coyote heads back into the beach house, pausing to shake as much snow out of her fur as possible. The next image is of Mercy, long hair down with some snowflakes still visible in it, as she finishes tying a long robe around her and heads over to throw another log on the fire in the fireplace.]

There. Now for some hot chocolate and a good book.

[She looks up and notices the Network device and crosses to it, shaking her head as she shuts off the video portion and the picture goes black.]

Should've known that thing would be playing games.

That was... well... I'm glad it's over.


( Private to Thomas )


( Private to Priestly )


( Private to Kara and Harry )

Well, that was awful. Blood everywhere, gross enough in itself, but it also smelled... wrong. I think I spent half the day in the shower trying to get the smell off of me and the rest baking to try and cover the smells.

Of course, that means there's more than enough brownies and cookies to feed half the City, so if anyone wants any, just stop by. I could use the company. Living all alone in this huge house is a little disconcerting.

And does anyone wonder if just maybe, if we'd let the City come crashing down around our ears, we would have all ended up back in our homes? Probably not, but, well... a girl wonders sometimes.

Kyle's gone home.

I hope he's with Warren and happy and doesn't remember anything about this place.


[Private to Thomas]

Thomas... can you...

I don't want to stay here alone. It's so big and empty. I feel lost.

Can you come or...

Maybe I'll just pack up Medea and a sleeping bag and go stay at the garage.

[End Private]


I miss him so much already, but I can't be selfish and hope he comes back. I won't be.

And my 33rd year started off so well. Guess one day's all I get.

Feeling a bit more myself these days. Got some stuff worked out and thought through some other things, which helped.

The house is... sort of eerie quiet. Not sure what's going on, but it's weird without Gwen and the baby around.

If anyone's looking for me I'm going to go work on the Bug in the garage for a while.

I'm back at the beach house.

I needed Medea.

If you're looking for me I'm either there in my room or at the garage working on the Bug.

Looks like I'm jobless again, wouldn't you know?

I really don't want to have to go back to asking 'do you want fries with that?', but maybe that's what I need to do.

Anyway, Thomas, if you still want to tag along while I get a new dress you're welcome, but I'm still buying it.

Oh my gosh, this is ridiculous!

I am dying for ice cream and I can't seem to get anyone to sell me any.

I'll do pretty much anything for some!

Help?