Honolulu Heights, Friday

[chosehumanity]

So several people had been promised a housewarming party - and George had managed to convince Mitchell not to invite everyone in the whole neighbourhood, so chances were it might not even end in disaster - which would double as a 'welcome back, Annie!' party.

That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)

And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.

But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.

[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]

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Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

The second one, but she'd bash him on the head with a tea-tray if he put it that way out loud. Gently, but still. Right over the head.

"Eat something," she answered predictably, with a grin. "The faster it disappears, the less George fidgets." She might have her own little tiny neuroses here and there, but she wasn't blind.

Just...sometimes a bit slow. "You can see me!"

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[bitten_notshy]

"I can," Jack agreed, blinking as he sorted through what that must mean. (Also wishing she could just tell so he didn't need to explain it again. There should really be some sort of interdimensional signal.) The shortest sentence seemed to be the best.

"There was -- I'm a werewolf now," he said, then added, "Have been for about six weeks."

Just in case she might have missed it before.

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

No, there should just be a thing where Mitchell remembered to tell people things they missed while they were spending months in Purgatory for tax purposes.

"You...really?" Both boys should forgive Annie for the next words out of her mouth. Please. "George didn't... I mean, you didn't..." She glanced over at Nina. "Get trapped with them?"

There was a bit of a history, and honestly she was asking mostly to find out if George had piled yet another stone atop his rockpile of guilt.

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[bitten_notshy]

"No, no, nothing like that," Jack said quickly, and never mind that his hands were shaking at the thought. "It was a monster at home. Ghost werewolf, actually, which I did not know could happen."

He put his hands in his pockets. "George and Mitchell have been ... nothing but helpful."

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm so gl--" No, no, Annie, you're not glad. "Relieved? Let's go with relieved." Waaaaaaaaait. "Ghost werewolf?"

That actually required another glance at her own resident wolves. "Is that like the ghost of a werewolf, or did somebody find a way for them to bite dead people?"

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[bitten_notshy]

"Ghost of a werewolf," Jack explained. "Some brilliant sorcerer found a way to ... resurrect it and get it solid enough to bite people. I was the one who survived, lucky me."

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

"Well, I am glad of that. Aren't you?"

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[bitten_notshy]

The way Annie said that, there was only one answer. "Yes. Yes, I am."

Even if it was hard to remember when he was picking alligator scales out of his teeth.

"I just would have rather had no change at all -- but that's never a choice, is it?"

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

Annie let her gaze wander around the living room, so much bigger than the tiny, cozy front room in the little pink house where she'd died.

And somehow she was thinking of this as the biggest change? She shook her head, both at herself and in answer to Jack's rhetorical question. "No, it never is. I think I'm glad of that too, though. I was afraid for a long time that nothing would ever be different for me now, you know?"

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[bitten_notshy]

"Not exactly the way you do," Jack hazarded. "But I can imagine."

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling foolish for whining about his new superpowers and monthly inconvenience to Annie, of all the people in the world.

"So you feel different?" he asked. "Not just from when you were alive, but from before -- you went away?"

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

"Well, here is certainly better than where I was after."

She hadn't really thought of it quite that way, as a change in herself, rather than her surroundings, so it took Annie a moment to answer the real question. "I suppose I... yeah. I felt like I was finished. Just...over. George was going to be normal, Mitchell was going to get himself killed, and I'd be haunting that place until they knocked it down in twenty years and put up Council flats. And then I'd be haunting Council flats."

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[bitten_notshy]

"Of all the depressing ways to waste eternity," Jack said. "Just listening to all the people yelling at their kids would make you mad after a while."

He managed a bit of a smile. "I'm glad none of you were finished."

Re: Talk to the Star of the Party

[whowantstea.livejournal.com]

Annie laughed, then frowned, because yeah, it really, really would, then settled on a smile herself. "I don't know what's going to happen now. And that's...rather brilliant, really."