perpetual anticipation is good for the soul but it's bad for the heart

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[illtempered]

Then wherever I'm needed.

( Also, aww. There's a moment coming to you soon, Alexander. But, this is Jackson and he lets that go.

"Security, then. Maybe he'll let you accompany Lydia and Jordan to their holding cells." )

[beanchaointe]

That'll make getting the kanima venom in even easier.

[She can still smuggle it on her person, but Jackson can be there in case she runs out.]

Now all we need is an exit.

[rehire]

I don't see any glaring exits, but there's back through the front door and out the back garden, but there are always alternate routes that may present themselves in the moment.

( Sounds like an in-the-moment problem, honestly. )

[beanchaointe]

As long as we don't get trapped in a subbasement somewhere, it should be fine. Maybe Malia can see what she can find when she's sneaking in as a coyote?

[Malia nods. "I'll keep an eye out. Hopefully things won't get messy enough that we will need a lot of options."]

[rehire]

You can always play along, and cower from the unspeakable accident.

( But, it sounds like they made a decision. )

You're doing this.

[beanchaointe]

Yeah.

[She glances over to Parrish, because she won't do it without him, and he still has the right to say no if he doesn't want to do it.]

Looks like we are.

[rehire]

( "We can pretend we have the choice - and make it," Parrish says, looking back at Malia. He tries to take her hand. )

There's always a choice.

( But, he messages David. )

They're in, no thanks to you.

[maleficum]

[Malia does not look particularly happy at the turn of events, but they knew they were in this when they left New Orleans. She's never really been a hand-holding girl, but she will let him take hers for the moment.

They better get out the other side.

David looks down at the message and doesn't debate the point:]

Where/when would they like to meet to head out?

[rehire]

One hour. Back here.

( He sets his phone aside. )

We have an hour.

[beanchaointe]

Then we should pack.

[She eyes Malia's daisy dukes.]

Do you have anything for cold?

[The other woman glances down and groans. "I'll go shopping. I'll be back in time." She starts to head towards the door and Lydia lifts her head.]

Malia, did you tell Peter?

["I did. He was less than pleased."

Lydia nods, waiting until she disappears out the door before sighing.]

Well maybe we'll have that in our favor too.

[illtempered]

( Malia's "boyfriend" also follows. )

Peter would follow Malia to Siberia just to drag her back.

[beanchaointe]

And if he happens to kill a few evil witches on the way, all the better for us. He might even make sure Parrish gets back safe.

[Malia seems to be the only person Peter has close-to-human reactions for so who knows what might happen.]

Unfortunately, we can't one hundred percent count on him because the only person who can predict Peter Hale is Peter Hale.

[illtempered]

Then we rely on us.

( Each other, and the kumbaya that comes with it. Also )

Did you know about Malia and the small town deputy?

[beanchaointe]

Oh, you didn't?

[Lydia smirks.]

She claims he's not her boyfriend but he's the only person she's sleeping with and she flew him out to New Orleans because she missed him.

[So he's basically her boyfriend, Malia is just Malia.]

Parrish is being very patient.

[illtempered]

He's here for her. And for you.

( He sees that, too, but, he also sees what's brewing between the lawyer and his best friend. )

We all are.

[beanchaointe]

I know. And I appreciate it.

[She really does. She couldn't imagine her choices if she were doing this alone.]

I should probably pack. We don't have a lot of time before David comes back.

[illtempered]

Yes, to the blue peacoat.

( If she were wondering. )