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[when the feed clicks on it's to an off-angled shot of grass, somewhere in the middle of the gardens. he has the camera in one hand, held out at a distance to try and film himself for his upcoming message. the other is busy holding his crosse, the scoop low to the ground as he finally addresses the feed.]
So, back home there's this sport we play at my school called Lacrosse. I don't know how many of you here have ever heard of it before, but it's kinda big where I'm from.
Basically, you take this stick- [he holds it up to show the camera more clearly, before dropping it back to the ball on the ground. the feed shakes (sorry for those prone to motion-sickness) as he picks said ball up with the stick, tossing it in the air a couple of times before he continues.] -and use it to try and get this ball in to your opponent's goal. Sounds easy, right?
[there's a smirk on his face when he looks back up at the (still off-angled) feed. look, it's easier to focus on dumb things like this than the fact that your dead dad is wandering the ship somewhere, your future alpha's best friend has gone missing, and there's a chance a psychopathic hunter could well be prowling the halls.]
It can be pretty violent sometimes- Full contact sport, by the way. And we don't have much padding sitting around here. But we've got everything else we'd need, so me and- A friend, were talking about setting up a game after the jump. The problem is, there's only three [two. but he's not counting out stiles on a public post] of us here from our world, and we kind of need a whole lot more than that if we want to get a good match going.
So, anybody interested?
[there's a sudden blur across the feed as he drops his arm back down. his expression shifts to a serious one for the briefest of moments, before the feed seemingly cuts.]
locked to allison
[it's a quick flip of the feed, and there's another message sent, locked down to just the two of them.]
I know things are kind of weird between us, but I kind of need to ask a favor?
[something he'd be a whole lot more uncomfortable doing if it was for his own sake.]
Could you go talk to Scott? I don't know what he's told you, but Stiles is- [nope, still not saying it.] You know him better than me, and I think he could use that right now.
So, back home there's this sport we play at my school called Lacrosse. I don't know how many of you here have ever heard of it before, but it's kinda big where I'm from.
Basically, you take this stick- [he holds it up to show the camera more clearly, before dropping it back to the ball on the ground. the feed shakes (sorry for those prone to motion-sickness) as he picks said ball up with the stick, tossing it in the air a couple of times before he continues.] -and use it to try and get this ball in to your opponent's goal. Sounds easy, right?
[there's a smirk on his face when he looks back up at the (still off-angled) feed. look, it's easier to focus on dumb things like this than the fact that your dead dad is wandering the ship somewhere, your future alpha's best friend has gone missing, and there's a chance a psychopathic hunter could well be prowling the halls.]
It can be pretty violent sometimes- Full contact sport, by the way. And we don't have much padding sitting around here. But we've got everything else we'd need, so me and- A friend, were talking about setting up a game after the jump. The problem is, there's only three [two. but he's not counting out stiles on a public post] of us here from our world, and we kind of need a whole lot more than that if we want to get a good match going.
So, anybody interested?
[there's a sudden blur across the feed as he drops his arm back down. his expression shifts to a serious one for the briefest of moments, before the feed seemingly cuts.]
locked to allison
[it's a quick flip of the feed, and there's another message sent, locked down to just the two of them.]
I know things are kind of weird between us, but I kind of need to ask a favor?
[something he'd be a whole lot more uncomfortable doing if it was for his own sake.]
Could you go talk to Scott? I don't know what he's told you, but Stiles is- [nope, still not saying it.] You know him better than me, and I think he could use that right now.
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