the challenge, bring order to the whole

[braveandstupid]

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[pastlives]

["Nothing you have to say will leave this room." Even if Sweets thinks Stiles might be a danger to himself, he doesn't have to share the details. It's part of his oath and responsibility as a therapist. And he's certainly heard a lot to be confident that nothing Stiles could say would throw him.

Audrey also shakes her head.]

What's said here, stays here.

[It's the least she could agree to.]

[phonetically]

Good.

( Quickly, he types more.

Yes, all of you. The Mystic Falls vampires. The Originals and your counterparts in NOLA..

Jackson answers next.
"Where we are NOW, Stiles?"

Stiles sighs. We're talking Scott's apartment in Santa Fe, your apartment in Mystic Falls, your parents'.

Scott adds. "I'll call my Mom. And, Allison's dad?"

Sorry for those of you waiting for an explanation, Stiles finally minimizes the group's conversation to find a contact he once shared a hospital room with... )

[beanchaointe]

I'll start spreading the news here. Cora and Derek are in the Bayou and I think Malia skipped town.

[Possibly heading towards Jackson, but he doesn't want to speak on that until she knows for sure.]

The Winchesters are here too. We'll get people prepared.

[commend]

Davina was driving me to the airport.

( Where he -- will probably not be going now. )

If they have our personal information, we're ahead of them. We're not even where they're looking.

( Their faces are.

Allison catches up as the group texts pile on, and she apologizes to Sam who's telling a story, but she needs to answer this.

"Isaac, be careful. If they know you, they could recognize anything of Bonnie's or Caroline's.

Everyone keep your eyes open." )

[beanchaointe]

[Isaac will be careful, but he's being shot with arrows right now, be back later.]

Scott, Davina might be on the list too. Stay together.

[At least they'll have each other's backs.]

[illtempered]

Any Abernathy's?

( Stiles is also on the phone right now.

Scott wants Davina focusing on driving. He relays her the information.

"You can't go back to your apartment."

"Should we call William?"

Allison for her part looks up at Sam.

"We could all be in danger. Our names are out there. All of ours. Call Dean." )

ANY ABERNATHYS

[beanchaointe]

Jackson, we don't know. Stiles is the one with the list. Unless William can find it online.

[So yes, that is a vote for getting the tech nerd involved. And for the record, yes. Both Alexander and David Abernathy are on the list.

Davina pauses as she drives, before nodding. "Well, if we want to avoid the usual witch places, there are two options. The Abattoir or the bayou."

Sam nods, pulling out his phone to call his brother and fill him in.]

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( Jackson's not taking any chances. Off the grid, or not, they were connected to all of this, so he recommends they check on their people and go to ground.

Scott thinks. )

The bayou's lost so much, and if our information's out there, then it's the Abattoir and not -- ( He thinks. ) If they're GPS coordinates then the bayou is still in danger, if it's like government addresses...

( He sighs. The abattoir. )

Strength in numbers? You should call them.

( Allison loops William in, who is having a much needed dinner with his sister and boyfriend and boyfriend's father and boyfriend's best friend - and Dean! Sometimes, a guy has to be off the grid. But, Dean is never off the grid, not when you hunt.

He leans away from the table.

"Sammy! You and Argent should come through, get the whole romantic date out of the way. Two-for-one-pitchers!" )

[regentem]

[She nods, turning her car in the direction of the Abattoir, but hits the voice assistant button on the steering wheel.]

Call Josh.

[In the meantime, Sam's voice sounds grim. "Dean, someone just doxxed everyone. As many supernaturals as they could, all their information is all on the internet."]

[cholesterol]

( The glass is set down with a large thud. )

Quiet, quiet.

( He hits the speaker button and sets it in the middle of the table. )

Play it again, Sam.

( Josh, in his husband's arms doesn't wake up (6). )

[regentem]

Damnit, Josh.

[Trying again:]

Call Vincent Griffith.

[Vincent does answer. He gets ready to rally the witches and promises he'll check on the bayou. To Scott:]

The Hales are out there. Can you try Derek or Cora?

["Someone released a massive drop of personal information for supernaturals across the country. Mystic Falls, Beacon Hills, New Orleans, everywhere. Dean, Elena's on the list too."]

[cholesterol]

( Scott nods, dialing her number because she hasn't answered the group text.

The group in the restaurant falls silent.

Dean grabs the phone. )

Meet back at the motel, we're getting out of here.

( And he hangs up, dialing Elena's number.

William doesn't have his computer with him as he processes this and fumbles his phone out of his pocket.

"Shit," he says, looking at Cooper and Michael and Mickey. "Did you guys get anything?" )

[regentem]

[Sullivan checks his phone and shakes his head. "I don't get my jobs off the internet, usually."

Coop agrees. "Generally if you're heading in that direction, you're not looking for a hunter. You're looking for an assassin."

Sam hangs up, before turning back to Allison and conveying the plan. They all need to leave New Orleans, now.

Cora answers the phone as Davina and Scott are turning into the Abattoir. "Scott?"]

[cholesterol]

( "Davina, it's Scott," he says - under pressure. He closes his eyes, calming himself down. "Someone under Monroe released our information. It's called doxxing. They know our addresses and our information. We're all in danger. Davina and I are meeting up with the Mikaelsons, are you still in the Bayou? Stay there."

Someone flag the waitress over so they can pay the bills. )

How many assassins you think are still on her payroll?

[regentem]

["Got it." Cora won't argue, and she'll spread the news to the rest. "Be careful, and reach out if you need anything."

Yep, Coop's got it, they're going to be hitting the road soon. Sullivan shrugs. "She wasn't really employing people."

Davina climbs out of the car and makes her way into the house.]

Klaus? We have a problem.

[Have you missed these late night visits, Klaus? Probably not.]

[interminably]

( Scott follows...

Klaus leaving the bedroom in his tunic and pants. Yes, you're interrupting. Everyone else follows in turn, Elijah from down the hall, Kol behind him.

And the power cuts out. )

[regentem]

[Bela and Cami are also not far behind, as well as Freya. Kieran is hanging back in the bedroom, but she does tense when the lights go out and they find themselves plunged in darkness. And while that's just fine for the various creatures of the night that live in this house, the witches aren't so lucky.]

Lumnos.

[Davina waves her hands and globules of light begin to rise up from her fingers, hanging in the air to at least give them all some degree of night vision.]

[interminably]

( Well, this is a problem. )

Tell me, Davina. Did you perhaps bring the problem here?

[regentem]

The problem was already on it's way.

[She just happened to beat it to the punch ever so slightly.]

Someone put all our personal information on the internet. Who we are, what we are, where we live.

[interminably]

No doubt, Monroe's revenge.

( This isn't ideal.

"We should get going, we can take three," Scott says at the ready. He'd like, for once, to beat the hunters away. He's ... still not great with the killing back in Mystic Falls, or the hunters who had to die here. But, they are making their own choices. )

[phonetically]

( BACK AT THE FBI...

Stiles stands and sighs, pacing away. )

I can't do anything from here.

[pastlives]

I wouldn't say that.

[That's what teamwork is for, so let's lay out the problem and see where the options are.]

What do we know? Someone put a whole bunch of information about people online. Why them, what makes them so special?

[phonetically]

( Right - they were both here during all of that. )

Probably because we were the first real resistance of this psychotic hunter and her sycophants. She's dead and this is her last stand. She didn't believe in what she -- didn't believe in. People unlike her were dangerous monsters. So, now, whomever believed in that or just wants a quick buck can find -- us.

( He sighs. )

[pastlives]

Okay.

[Audrey nods as she turns over the information in her head before holding up a finger.]

Maybe we can't protect your friends directly, but we can try and find the source of the list? See if we can get it taken down?

[The internet is forever, but maybe they can limit the spread.]

[phonetically]

Yeah.

( He's five steps ahead inside his mind, before he looks up. )

Wait, you're not -- calling an emergency meeting? I'm not too close to this? Official channels?

( All things he doesn't want to do, but, he's surprised Audrey isn't playing by the book, too. )