So. Hi. Again. Uh, this is Scott...again.

[one day he will learn how to be cool. one day.]

I know this message will probably seem weird to a lot of people here, but...

[a shrug. it's something he knows he should've offered months ago. back when he'd first come back to cadelle with a new found appreciation for just what he is.]

The full moon was just over a week ago, and I know that it's something that probably doesn't matter to most of you. But for some of us here, it's kind of a big deal.

[to put it mildly]

Getting through a full moon is a lot easier when you have a distraction. I've got my friends here. My pack. [and if his smile happens to get a lot softer as he mentions them? well, he doesn't regret it at all. they're his family.] We've got each others backs if we need it. Which kind of brings me to the whole point of this message.

[finally.]

If there's anyone out there who needs a hand during the next full moon, we're here. [yeah, sorry gang. you don't get a say in this.] Whether you need someone to run with, or just someone to talk to for the night, let me know. You don't need to go through it alone.

[and that's it. or at least, that would be it if scott wasn't hit with a sudden realization--]

Werewolves. I'm talking about werewolves. Sorry.

[smoothest mf in the city. now he's really going to hang up. sorry again, cadelle.]

( the feed opens to the view of a young blonde woman, currently seated at a bright white desk in what's unmistakably a former storage room turned office space. they hadn't exactly given her the space... but it wasn't being used, so she's commandeered it for herself. nobody's told her not to, either, so what's the harm?

she's smiling, today, pearly whites beamed into the general direction of the camera; there's a natural friendliness to her tone that makes it clear she's particularly enthusiastic about this. )

Hi, everyone. My name is Caroline Forbes, and I'm broadcasting today on behalf of Cadelle's Social Committee. If you've never heard of them, they're — well, we're, obviously — the administrative team that puts together all of the great events here in the city that we all go to, like the Match Meetings or the — ( a pause, as her gaze dips down to consult a list on her desk ) — the ball?

( rude. she can't believe she missed out on a ball. well, no matter. they'll just have to have another one. not that caroline's coffee fetching and to-do list accomplishing really gives her the power to determine the social calendar, but a girl can dream. )

Right. So, the spring Energy Festival is coming up later this month, and we're looking for volunteers to help set up and run the different booths and festival experiences. Especially from anybody tall, because we only have three ladders and these banners just won't hang themselves. Or, I guess, if you can fly, that might be helpful too...

( a snort of laughter from someone in the background, and caroline's brows furrow together in frustration for just a moment before she's right back at it, focused and determined to get to the end of her message. )

I'm here in City Hall until five today, so please come see me if you want to sign up or if you have any questions! Left wing, blue hallway, room 56-A! Okay, hope to see you soon!

( aaaand end feed. )

[Malia got super excited when she thought she got some deer jerky as a random thank you gift from the city. Then she actually smelt it and she was very disappointed to find out that it wasn't real meat. :(

It's not that she has anything vegans, they can do whatever they want with their bodies and their appetites and if they want to eat bird food then that's fine. But Malia likes meat. In fact, Malia loves meat. So she is zero interest in eating this jerky, thank you very much.

But she's not going to let it go to waste, either, and hey! Maybe she can get some bonus "nice person" points by giving it away, hence this video of Malia lying on her stomach crushing a cute plush coyote underneath her as she talks.]

Anybody like vegan jerky?

[She'll hold up one of the bags and dangle it in front of the camera.]

I got some as a gift from the city, but fake meat is weird. Free to anyone who wants it.

[Please take it off her hands, thank you.]

[ When the video starts, it shows Nate sitting behind a desk, a book in his hands, feet up on the desk, boots beating the rhythm of a song in the background - if you're anywhere from his time, you may recognize Crank That, by Soulja Boy. The desk is a mess of papers and books and pens, haphazard.

Nate looks at the camera, the spine of the book in his hands reading Cadelle Through The Ages. ]

Fun fact for you, Cadelle. [ And then he looks back down at the book, reading out loud: ]

At Clementine Cadelle's funeral in 1845, her pet parrot, (that she requested in her will should attend,) had to be removed because it was swearing. It was heard using the term 'shitstick' as it sat perched on the front pew. She apparently also had a pet bear, whom did not attend the funeral.

[ He closes the book, a crooked grin on his face as he looks back up. ]

Now, if it was possible here, I'd totally go back in time just to meet her. Tell me, which historical figure would you like to meet if you had the chance?

[GOOD MORNING CADELLE! Have a very excited Stiles all on your screen, making sure that he can be seen. He's totally at the Worm Hole, and god help you all someone let him behind the bar.]

So, just in case anyone's wondering, I'm the newest bartender over at the Worm Hole!

[he tries to spin a bottle all Tom Cruise like... and it drops. There's a grimace on his face as he looks back at the camera]

I'm still working on that part. But no, really, if you get bored and want to come visit me, I'm supposed to practice making the drinks on the menu and I need some volunteers...

[victims. He means victims]

... to come and give me their opinions. You can get one drink on the house from me, but it's only for this week only.

What do you say?

[and he goes to spin another bottle, and hey he manages to catch it again! And with a triumphant victory smile, the feed ends]

( When the video comes up, a redhead with carefully applied makeup and purposefully-tousled waves comes on the screen, looking a little more like she's about to take a selfie than shoot a video. She's looking at the camera, but she isn't necessarily smiling, so much as just...looking thoughtful. )

Okay, so maybe reaching out to a mass audience is the best way to do this, so here goes. I'm Lydia and I'm feeling incredibly indecisive about a focus of study. I should probably keep my mind sharp between now and the time I end up back home/MIT, so I'm going to go to the university. That said, I don't really see any point in pursuing biochemical engineering here because none of it will probably transfer back home. So, fellow science-minded people of Cadelle, name your favorite science; help me pick a major.

Oh, and also...I'm volunteering on Sunday mornings at 10:00 a.m. the Women's Building teaching self-defense classes.

( Because she's pretty sure it's the kind of thing Allison would do and if Chris isn't here, maybe it's up to Lydia to keep some piece of her still alive. This is the only way Lydia knows how. She's kind of garbage with a bow and arrow and she probably always will be. )

So ladies, if you've always wanted to learn how to kick somebody's ass if you're cornered in a bad way, or even if you just want to learn something while staying in shape, stop by. Don't make me be the girl who has an empty class her first day; that would be really embarrassing for me. I'll see you there!

( She grins a little and winks at that before wiggling her fingers in a little wave at the camera. Then, the picture cuts out and the video ends. )

It amazes me that it's already almost the end of January. I feel like it was just Christmas five minutes ago.

Also, I see we have a lot of new people here. Hey I'm Claire. I'm from Texas and I literally heal from anything. Lots of people have different abilities where I come from.

So what's up, Cuddle City? What's new? I feel like I've been hibernating since the holidays.

Hi. I'm... Dr. Spencer Reid. At home, I work with the FBI as a behavioral analyst, or profiler. I'm trying to figure out what to... do with myself here.

[ Reid is a thin, young-looking man with too-wide eyes and nearly shoulder-length unkempt hair. That combined with the cardigan, tie, and lightly patterned button-up makes him look extremely dated. It's not hard to believe him as a federal employee by clothes alone, although his age is constantly remarked upon.

He doesn't sound uncertain about addressing the wider audience of the network-- although he is, and especially about using technology this way-- but he does sound like he's choosing his words with care, enunciating clearly and with even, unhurried pacing. ]

If there's anyone that currently works for the local police, I'd like to speak with you regarding whether you think there's a use for my skills in that environment. I have done field work, but I wouldn't say it's my strong suit. Otherwise I'm considering taking up teaching at the university. I've been a TA for undergraduate classes before, although I think I'm better suited to leading graduate-level seminars. If anyone currently takes classes there, it would be helpful to hear about your experiences.

... I also noticed they're looking for librarians at the public library. Uh. I don't think that alone would keep me... sufficiently occupied, but. I could do it.

I'd like to optimize my time here by putting my skills wherever they're most needed. So I'm open to other suggestions. And-- looking for a physical therapist. And possibly an orthopedist. Thank you.

[ It cuts off abruptly. Reid can do public speaking, but it's far from his favorite past time. ]