November 24 2007

stuffs

Who: Dean and Kathy the radio talkshow host
Where: On the radio
When: Night

Dean didn't often listen to the radio, but he'd got up to check his email and he was trying to catch up on what was going on at the same time, which had meant tuning in to some local station over the net whilst he did other things. He hadn't expected the phone in, but it had caught his attention and he'd listened - and he'd heard the phonecall from whoever the hell it had been - some mother or something raging about werewolves and the school trip. She'd still been ranting when Dean had picked up the phone, furious with some of the things he'd been hearing. Really, he hadn't though it through, at all - because he hadn't actually clued into the fact that as a phone in session, he could end up on air - which was exactly what happened to him as soon as he'd told the poor girl that had picked up the phone on the other end that it was all bullshit.

"Really? You're on the air with WMQT," The woman said, Kathy, the regular dj for the evening. "Please keep your language to on air standards, but please! Tell us why you think so!" she said, sounding a little surprised, but intrigued.

Who: Kaysen and Tad
Where: Kaysen's house
When: late evening

The sun had been setting when he'd arrived at the library, and now that he was leaving it was even later. Tad didn't have a curfew because he'd never had a reason to have one before, but tonight he'd probably end up being accused of breaking it. Instead of pedaling towards Grams, a late dinner and more classic movies, while they avoided talking about what happened on his trip, Tad steered his bike one handed while eating cracker's from his backpack and headed for Kaysen's house.

who: Tad and Lauren
where: the library
when: early evening

The past few days have been fucked. Seriously fucked. Went on a school trip, got cut off and attacked by demons. Not the best way to spend a few days locked away with a few people you care about and the potential girlfriend.

Who: Dean and Thia
Where: Their house
When: Afternoon

who: porter and medea
where: his car
when: late

Who: Tad and Hunt
Where: over the phone / Hunt's House
When: afternoon

Tad had barely registered anything from the whole ordeal once the officials arrived to hustle them out of the asylum. He'd been checked out by doctors and ushered home without another word. Grams had been worried, but she didn't ask him too many questions when he just sat in silence in the car on the way home. They'd asked questions of the officials, but no one had an answer and no one had seemed to care that their teachers and classmate were dead. It was all too fucked up.

Who: Porter
Where: his room
When: evening

There was a faint squeak before the tiny body went still, claws no longer scratching at the palm of Porter's hand. In the wake of the mouse's struggle came just the barest hint of relief; a minute tickle of energy bleeding up his arm and into his chest before Porter turned his hand over and dropped the now-dead mouse into the garbage.

Can't sleep. Can't eat. Can't go for a walk (fuck you too, moon). Can't focus on a page long enough to make two words make sense. Can't practice, if I do 'Stallion Tramples the Face' stance one more time I'm gonna break my own legs.

Can't block out Skye when she got grabbed, feet kicking ruts through the snow and down to dirt, like a kid making a snow angel. Can't stop hearing the way her scream got ripped away, filled in with eating sounds preceding every jet of blood. Can't tell my mom, or anyone. People would think it was werewolves, and I can't let them think that.

Home. Locked in my room. Back to writing lists.

I'm not good enough.

EVENT: As the night progresses, more and more ‘reports’ of lycanthrope activity are added to the news updates. Alongside the repeated footage of the hostage situation and reveal at a New York TV station, the networks add in some footage newly published on YouTube. It appears to have been shot using a cell phone and shows a girl being attacked in the snow by what appears to be what people now know as a werewolf. The picture is blurry though and there are questions over its authenticity. It is, however, adding to the speculation over whether lycanthropes are as harmless as they are trying to make themselves appear to be.

In Marquette, in the meantime, a local radio station is hosting a call in show about the news. One of the callers is a woman who is clearly very distressed and upset, talking about how her son was attacked by a ‘monster’ whilst on a mandatory school trip over the last few days and he’s now in hospital. She firmly blames werewolves, but admits that her son, though very weak through loss of blood, was raving about ‘demons’. She is convinced lycanthropes are evil. The show doesn’t look into the matter any further, but none of the students on the attacked trip were actually admitted to hospital and the woman caller cannot be traced if anyone tries.

Who: Caleb and Dorian
Where: Nevermore
When: midday

Who: Mathias and Dorian
Where: Nevermore
When: Middle of the damn night

Who: Chloe
Where: Her crappy apartment
When: Just after the Lycanthrope broadcast.

Chloe had been in town since Thursday, mostly hiding indoors. She was miserable and frightened, but sort of coping. Sure, she was too scared to go out in case she was spotted, but at the same time she wanted to look for Drew. She'd been smart and lucky, and acting on impulse had gotten her this far, hadn't it? So now everything was pegged on finding him. Everything.