First Breath January Mingle

[takeabow]

Who: First Breathians and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: On the First Breath
When: All month!

[ it's a mingle! for the First Breath! Visitors welcome! ]

Comments

[evildetector]

Maybe it'd defeat the purpose if there was a pack left in the first place.

[ stiles is trying not to slam the cupboard door after he takes a glass from one of the shelves. he mostly succeeds, inhaling a low and unsteady breath as he goes for the sink. ]

But there's not. Which you'd get, if you were there, but you're not, so maybe you should just sit this one out, Isaac.

[frigidaire]

[ there's plenty reason to be stressed here, and Lydia's strange arrival doesn't help anything. he can practically feel the tension before the cupboard slams. Isaac folds his arms over his chest almost defensively, eyebrows raised at him. ]

Right, so go ahead and do this all by yourself yeah that sounds like a great idea.

[ he frowns, looking at Stiles like he is truly touched. ] Maybe if you just told me what was going on, then I could actually help. Until then it's not like I'm going to ignore her, I know Lydia, too. [ he wouldn't say they're great friends, but he'd protect her if it came down to it, just the same he'd do with Stiles. if he had to. ]

Do you really think you can help Lydia when you can't even help yourself? [ control. it's the one thing Isaac does know better than anything else, knows its importance. ]

[evildetector]

We're in space right now. What's the point in dwelling on any of it.

[ it's flat but terse. the only way he's been able to deal with any of this is compartmentalizing it and pretending it's not there. he can't fix anything right now, so why bother worrying about it?

it had been a good policy until lydia had arrived, at least. now all he can seem to do is worry. ]

I'm helping myself just fine. I know what I'm doing. [ lol... ]

[frigidaire]

Yeah, okay. Why'd you even call me here then?

[ he's not about to deal with wasting his time, especially if Stiles is in such a terrible mood. sure, the things back home aren't good and Lydia's arrival is less than stellar. ]

Something isn't right with her -- I may as well have been talking to a robot or something, seriously. But whatever, I'll see if I can help her.