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unsurprising things
1) If you take five thousand people from all over the world, from infants to old dudes on motorized scooters, and put them all in a hotel together for a long weekend, and no one is sleeping enough or eating right and a pretty large proportion of everybody is drinking every night, con crud happens! And if you are in a prominent public-contact position like the information desk, it will probably happen to you!
Alternately, if I hang out a lot with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
daveamongus when he has a cold, by the end of the weekend I will probably have the same cold.
2) The Derek/Stiles fic full of pack feels that was not any of the things I meant to write last week is now over ten thousand words and the porn has not yet actually commenced. But I am still convinced I can finish it tonight.
Alternately, if I hang out a lot with
daveamongus when he has a cold, by the end of the weekend I will probably have the same cold.2) The Derek/Stiles fic full of pack feels that was not any of the things I meant to write last week is now over ten thousand words and the porn has not yet actually commenced. But I am still convinced I can finish it tonight.
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re 2), \:D/!! (that sound you're hearing is me, cheering you on, all the way from across the pond) SO looking forward to that. Pack feels is always good.
Pack feels! :D
It was the first really hot afternoon they'd had since school let out, and Stiles was lying in the shade of the Hale house, looking over Scott's summer school chemistry homework. Lydia and Allison were sitting slightly uphill from him, repairing fletching on Allison's arrows and arguing over whether Lydia's translation of the bestiary's entry on mermaids could be accurate.
Stiles was there because he'd driven Scott over after school, since summer school and driving privileges did not go together. Lydia was there because it was her mission in life not to let Jackson--or Peter Hale, or especially Jackson within fifty feet of Peter Hale--out of her sight ever again. Allison was there because Lydia's other mission in life was to learn absolutely everything about everything before the next crisis hit.
Scott was with Isaac and Jackson, doing some kind of training. Nothing violent, for a change; it was a sensory thing, and Derek had them all standing facing into the woods, twenty feet apart. Derek was wandering around, in and out of the house, periodically jumping to or from the roof past the humans sitting in the shade. There was an intermittent sound of hammering from somewhere inside the house; Peter was still working on whatever repairs he and Derek and Isaac had been doing that morning.
It was weird by anyone else's standards, but Stiles wouldn't have minded if his whole summer vacation had been a succession of moments like that.
Re: Pack feels! :D
Re: Pack feels! :D
Thank you! It's almost all done and ready to go off to beta now. :)