hyperactive | ic contact || deerington.

oh.
well. that's kind of misleading, isn't it?

we're not gonna panic. alright?
especially not before we even know what's going on with these cards.
panicking isn't going to help anything until we know exactly what ramona means.

[ ... ]

we should also probably try to figure out who ramona is, too.
and mother superior?
i... assume she's a nun, but i don't know why a nun would like
threaten everyone with famine, if that's what the letter is actually implying.

Your face is kind of misleading.

[ anyway, it's fine. he's not really panicking, he's just - joking about panicking to undermine the fact that this whole situation is pretty nervewracking. he's unsettled, if nothing else, and he's dancing around saying it, but he's apprehensive to find out what his card means. he knows they've got no choice, he knows information is the best weapon he could possibly wield, but - something about that fox just gets under his skin. ]

I mean, you know what evil priests are like. There's a dozen movies and TV shows where hyper-reigious assholes use god as an excuse to commit atrocities.
"Sorry about the famine," she'll say, hoarding all the instant noodles in town for herself. "I'm just Deer God's messenger! This is just Deer God's deer-liverance." Or whatever.

Actually, shit, should we start stocking up on food? Probably not, right?
I feel like all the food is going to go rotten, or something. Become inedible, at least, if the magic water purifier is anything to go by. I don't really want dead food in my house.

deer-liverance is pretty good.
but... i guess you're not wrong. if there was ever a place for evil priests and nuns, i guess this would be it.

we should probably at least grab some non-perishables or something.
canned food, dry pasta.
if it does rot, at least it'll be sealed up and easy to toss out, and if it doesn't
or if like, the supermarket closes up for some reason instead
at least we'll have some stuff to tide us over until we have to break into the lembas.
can dry pasta even rot?

hold on, i'm gonna text logan.

Okay. I'll start stocking up. Maybe you can get a headstart at the library and I'll meet you once I've decimated literally every shelf?
Or - wait.
You're the one with a job. And money. For food. You should probably stock up on supplies. That I'll... then... steal... a portion of. For myself. No big deal.
I'll meet you at the library? Post-Logan texting.

Wait, wait.
Say hi for me.
I need you to say hi for me. And, like, prove that you did it. Screenshot the message.
And his response.

[ there's a short lull in the conversation as billy has a quick back and forth with logan, but he does as requested. ]

okay, yeah.
just text me a list of stuff you want.
logan wants me to pick some stuff up for him too while i'm out so like
don't rush at the library.

[ ... ]

wait, you're the one with a car.
actually, it's fine. i got it.

[ and, as promised. ]

> ATTACHMENT.PNG

He didn't say hi back.

[ which, you know, is mock outrageous. definitely not real ourageous. stiles isn't actually, legitimately mildly annoyed that logan didn't drop everything he was talking about to say hi back to stiles. that would be ridiculous. and not at all hurtful. smh. ]

Dude, just pick up things that look like they'd last. I trust you.
Does Logan know we're not old enough to buy him booze? You should probably tell him that if he asks.

the hi is probably implied.

and i already got that out of the way.
that was the first thing i told him we wouldn't be able to get before he even asked.
i'm kind of on the fence about the cigars tbh but.

anyway. are you allergic to anything?

I just don't know why he couldn't say hi back.
Someone says hi to you. You say hi.
This is, like, basic human interaction 101. It would've taken him two seconds to exhibit a baseline level of consideration.
If I said hi to you, you'd totally say hi back. Because you're nice, and you love me.
Don't get him any cigars.
Tell him Stiles said he's not allowed any cigars. Tell him I'm not buying him any cigars and neither are you.

[ no time for allergy talk. he's dwelling, hi. ]

yeah, but this is logan we're talking about.
he's not exactly your friendly neighborhood spider-man.

i was thinking about accidentally "forgetting" to buy them.
but i'll tell him, hold on.

Edited 2020-05-03 04:09 (UTC)

Make it very clear that this is a punishment.

i thought he was the adult between the three of us.

> ATTACHMENT.PNG

[ there's a bit of a pause here, but it's just because stiles is laughing. this is. cute. billy is endearing, as ever. ]

You're my favorite.
I'm glad we're friends.

i'm screenshotting this too.
for posterity. 💖

[ really, that heart emoji is more trouble than its worth. stiles gets a boost of adrenaline, sure, that's great, but then he's just left mildly disgusted with himself for getting so out of sorts over a fucking heart emoji. unbelievable. pressing on. ]

Okay, okay, okay. I'm gonna go to the library. Buy me some good stuff. Gummi worms. Something like that.
Should we make ourselves sick on processed sugar before all the food in Maine, like, evaporates? One last hurrah that ends in a flash flood of vomit before we're left to starve?
Ugh, wait, no. What if all the food in town is already poisoned? Maybe Ramona's warning us that we're already in danger. Maybe stocking up on supplies is a bad idea.
Ugh.
Library.
I'm going.
Bye.

[ the paranoia on this guy. ... is understandably relatable, if billy's honest, but someone has to keep a somewhat level head between the two of them. ]

i've got this, stiles.
i'll make sure everything checks out, and i'll get you gummy worms and whatever else you can think of between now and the check-out line at the supermarket.
make sure to text me about anything you find that you think might be super important.
see you in an hour. ish.

ic contact || deerington.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject