town meeting, alien breaking hoa rules

[amberhearted]

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

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[professorwolf]

The support is actually welcome, for all it's unsolicited, and Lyall is trying to hear what's going on outside-- and all he's getting is a blur of noise. " ... oh. Which is why... I changed back?" And why he can't make out any details in the din, and why he can only dimly smell the snakes and the people.

He gives a weak smile, feeling a little bit like he's somehow gone deaf, and offers, "Lucky for us, I suppose. I'm not attacking you anymore, at least...."

[detectivetroll]

"Yeah. That's how it's worked before, anyway. I wasn't sure if it'd work on werewolves, but, uh. I guess I got my answer." He stays right where he is, continuing to support Lyall in sitting up. As far as he's concerned, they can just keep sitting there until it's safe to try to move him - there'd been plenty of people there more than capable of taking on the snakes, and he doesn't doubt that they can handle it without them.

But he smiles slightly back. "There's one thing in our favor, I guess. I didn't want to fight you."

[professorwolf]

"I'm just sorry you had to... this has never happened before." He's fretting about it now; he can't help it. It's easier to fret about himself and changing out of turn than to worry about whether people out there might need help. "I mean, the other fellow could do it at any time, as far as I can tell, but...."

He looks down, at last, and realizes belated: "Oh my god, I ruined my clothes...."

[detectivetroll]

"It's not your fault, man, it's not like we ever have any idea when these things are coming." Fortunately, he remembers that Lyall's still hurting in enough time not to try for an arm squeeze, but it's close. "Maybe that's where you're headed, too, just... in stages."

Nick can't help himself; he makes an amused sound somewhere between a snort and a chuckle, then looks sheepish. "Sorry," he apologizes. "That shouldn't be funny. You can have my coat, until we can get you home."

[professorwolf]

"I don't suppose you have it in here, do you?" Lyall can't help but be a little self-conscious-- another small thing to fret about besides the big thing he can't do anything about. And besides, there may have been heat in the house at one point, but it's decimated enough now that cold air is coming in everywhere. Plus, he's on a kitchen floor. It's starting to get kind of chilly.

[detectivetroll]

"No, it's..." And then he trails off, as he realizes that it'd been hanging up by the front entrance - the one that's now in pieces, thanks to having a giant snake statue bursting through it. It's entirely possible that he doesn't have a coat any more.

"It's probably buried under a bunch of smashed house and furniture. But if you give me a second, I've got pants and a hoodie. I don't care about hanging around in my shirt and boxers for a while." This is one occasion where his tendency to wear several layers might come in handy.