The others can't move fast enough. Parts of me feel like once Scott McCall and the others get here, we'll have more busy work than we know what do with, and we won't be stuck in this weird, awkward, small-talk limbo. That's what it is, isn't it? Cora Hale. not --

-- knowing #Rips. or I in and out, us not knowing her, and none of us really knowing what the limit is. I suppose, though, I've never been good with small talk. None when #Lydia and her friends decided to start circling me and figuring me, a stranger, out. Not now. --

-- Probably never will be. Set free into the house, I watch as Cora Hale. dives right into to make the place as ready as it'll get for an abundance of people, when it's not used to holding three, let alone five-hundred. Looking to #Rips., I nod towards --

-- the kitchen. For the most part, we'd already cleaned up the mess of eggs and toast this morning. But we can still finish the job and start setting out the sandwiches that Stiles Stilinski. and #Rips. had made and stuck in the fridge, and have them ready. Or, if she --

-- rather have some space, she can stick to the sandwiches, and I will head to start opening up rooms like Cora Hale. has. Busy work. How long before the busy work becomes necessary work-- a means for survival? How long until we're scrounging to make even one --

-- sandwich, let alone enough for the whole group. I worry. It might not seem like I do, but I do. I worry about what sort of weight the deaths will have on #Rips., and how I'll wind up reacting in the end. Like Reggie.; who we will lose, and who we won't. --

-- It's all uncharted territory, so I should apologize if I seem so distracted.

Happy enough with the set up we've accomplished, seemingly just in time, I drift off in the same direction that #Rips. does, well aware of who's coming up the elevator. It didn't take long to figure out, so I'm not surprised to see the doors open to Rascal 6̵̷̶͉̫̠̲͛͆͘6̸̷̶̺̫̟̲͒͠͠6̴̷̶̪͔͕̲͊͝, --

-- -, @KeepingBeacon, and the kids---and I use 'kids' very loosely. Offering a grin when they can see us, I swear to God I feel the actual relief that seeps through the room. Relief, and then some. Cora Hale. wasn't too happy about ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ.'s --

-- departure, and I suspect that @KeepingBeacon (and maybe Scott McCall) won't be too pleased to hear about Stiles Stilinski.'s. #Rips., either, when they show up with their load. Stepping back and meeting #Rips. with a look, I nod for the spread of food --

-- that we'd prepared. "Show them that, and I'll finish tying up the last sheet with Cora Hale.?" Afterall, #Rips. did most of the food prep. She did this morning, too. And the group? Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, the others? They look like they've been --

-- through the wringer. Food might be the last of their worries, but at least it's a staple to show that they're back and safe, and can ::settle:: for a little bit.

"Like a finely tuned machine, all in rotation." Snorting, it's for the cheesy humour I find in the situation. Someone bathes, another eats, another naps. Ding-- shift. The bathing person eats, the eating person sleeps, the sleeping person eats. Ding-- shift. The way --

-- that #Rips. words it is perfect, and I don't think anyone really needs to verbally agree. Though, and it's a noble thing, the way that she looks to Scott McCall for his words of leadership, I'm sure he will. I hope he does. We've all been missing the alpha of the --

-- group for some time, and even though he's probably dead on his feet? Needing sleep? I know he'll say something-- anything-- even if it's just backing up #Rips.'s ideas. Leaning and nudging Cora Hale.'s shoulder, I nod for the sheet that I've got clutched --

-- in my hand and motion for the last space that we've got to hang one. For a thrown together means of privacy and the best we could come up with, I'd say it's ::impressive::. There's space between to make it through the whole loft, the kitchen and elevator area have been --

-- left open for the coming and going foot traffic, we cleaned up the rooms. It's not bad! It's not a five-star hotel, but those that weren't there to help don't get to complain. "Help me with this, then go eat or sleep?" It doesn't take a genius to see that Cora Hale. --

-- is among those that are tired. I didn't miss that she was hungry enough to kill hers and Stiles Stilinski.'s food this morning. Until shit hits the fan, I'm okay being one of the designated caregivers with #Rips.. ::For:: #Lydia. Dropping back to the space and --

-- snagging up the hammer as I go, I gesture towards the box of nails. "Bring those, too, Cora Hale.?"

-- I don't know that I was ever a good Parrish.