[redactable] catchall for the wolfpack ✨🐺✨

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w4, monday

[dawnblushed]

[hello, fellow wolves! it's midnight, they've taken over the kitchen, and yona has made five mugs of hot chocolate. thank you for teaching her this vitally important skill, usagi.

once everyone's here, she smiles.]

So... this is it! Our team's gotten bigger! [or, well, no. it's the same size it was before. they're just aware of it now.] I hope you guys like hot chocolate. If you don't, I can make tea.

[lecarre]

[wolf party wolf party.]

It is like a small family of sorts! [Ange is happy, at least.]

Thank you for the hot chocolate, Miss Yona. I am glad you are all here. [and like, still alive.]

[dawnblushed]

We're making progress!

[she'll reach over and clink her mug against ange's.]

[evocationary]

[ lup is curled up in a corner of the counterspace, staring off to the side. she has her hot chocolate in both hands, way more quiet than usual. but she's listening. sorry for being a bummer, guys. ]

[dawnblushed]

[poor lup]

Um... do you want to hear a joke Zuko told me?

[frostythehitman]

Good to know at least one piece of information about whatever the hell's going on here now.

[ He takes a sip of the hot chocolate and-- ]

Damn, this is pretty good!

[dawnblushed]

Right. We're learning a little more, bit by bit.

[they can do this!!]

You like it? We don't have anything like it where I come from - Usagi told me about it when we first arrived here. It's delicious.

[soulus]

[He silently accepts the mug of hot chocolate. Under normal circumstances, he would decline, but she's already made them.]

Well done.

[dawnblushed]

Thank you!

[beams!! she's helping!!]

OPERATION CHEER UP MISS RUBY

[lecarre]

[Okay so like.

This is good and all but Ange stands up and clinks her mug and:]

... Um! I think... we should do something nice. And fun! For Miss Ruby tonight.

[Because she is SAD.]

Does anyone have any ideas? Is there anything you would like, Miss Ruby...?

[evocationary]

I - what? No, you don't have to. [ she says, pulling her knees to her chest up in her corner. ]

Jesus, I must look like I got ran over or something if you're trying to uh, to Intervention me. I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

wednesday night

[frostythehitman]

Alright, what the hell is this supposed to be.

[ He slams his PHS down onto the table. It's open to a message that reads:

Y̸o̵█'̵r̶e̵ ̵n̵e̷x̶█ ♡ ]

[evocationary]

[ ... ]

Uh! Well, that looks like a threat, my guy.

[frostythehitman]

Okay, yeah, obviously it's a threat! But who the hell sent it? How did I even get it? These things can hardly text.

[lecarre]

[omg??]

That... I have to agree with Miss Ruby... that is awfully threatening. But if it is from the dead, they surely cannot do anything... right?

[frostythehitman]

No clue. But if they can send us text messages, who knows what else they might be able to do.

[dawnblushed]

[@ whoever sent that: what the fuck]

...as far as I know - the living aren't able to send messages to each other. So... it's probably someone who's passed on already.

[which means it might be a prank?

sounds like something kano would do tbh.



i hope unlocks happen and it wasn't kano at all and we've just been blaming him for someone else's crimes.]

[frostythehitman]

[ LIKE WE ALWAYS DO ]

Great. So the question is, what can the dead do to us, if anything. Other than send us messages, that is.

Week 4: Saturday

[soulus]

[They enter the employee lounge behind the counter together. It's been less than a week since the five of them assembled for the first time, and this may arguably be their last. Striding up to Bucky's location, Rufus wastes no time.]

In the event the removal goes through, is there anything you would like to leave behind?

[lecarre]

Mister Rufus...!

[Ange follows, gasping a bit.]

We are here to say farewell and check on Mister Vezda, not ask for his belongings!

[soulus]

If he has anything of value, it would be better for it to remain on this side.

[dawnblushed]

[yona buries her face in her hands. RUFUS.]

[evocationary]

Rufus. [ she's trying not to look supremely amused by this ] You coulda waited like, I don't know, five minutes.

[soulus]

[He stares blandly at Lup. Fine. Five minutes.]

[frostythehitman]

[ He ignores everyone else's objections and nods. ]

No, he's right. Waste not, want not, right?

I've got a bottle of vodka, a bowl half full of whiskey, Cap's shield, another robot arm, one of those wedding invites, a pistol and 7 bullets.

And a tiny raptor.

Plus that photo and that doll thing, but those aren't much use, really.

Take your pick, it's a going out of business sale.