this is a chemistry lesson

[episodic]

Comments

and separately, for Isaac & Cora

[phonetically]

( With lightning speed, Stiles sends out two texts? )

| to Cora

What's your NOLA ETA?

| to Isaac

Hey, it's Stiles. Any chance you're not in Europe rn? How about the East Coast?

[impetere]

We're in Tennessee. Why?

[aka she doesn't know how long it's going to be, but they're about equidistant from New Orleans and where you might want her to go, Stiles.]

[phonetically]

Lydia's got a banshee of a bad feeling going down for Mystic Falls, can one of you head North?

[impetere]

[Cora looks up from the text and glances to her brother.]

Lydia's in trouble. Stiles wants one of us to divert to a place called Mystic Falls.

[engender]

( Her brother, in the middle of cleaning the gun Braeden gave him, sets it down on the table. )

Virginia. ( He recognizes the name, at least. Through the Argent network. ) What are the odds it's the same week. Tell her I'll divert.

[impetere]

[She nods and texts back to Stiles:]

Derek's on his way.

[phonetically]

Muchos graciosos.

[impetere]

I'll let you know when Malia and I get to NOLA.

[and with that, she and Malia will swap cars and continue on their way, while Derek heads the opposite direction.]

[notwitty]

Do you need me on the east coast?

[Because London is still a mess and he was heading to Prague.]

[phonetically]

Better than any other coast right now. Lydia's banshee senses are tingling and you know when they crop up, it's only a matter of time before the dead bodies.

But, if you're still in Europe and more than a nine hour flight away, I know you're doing good work there.

[notwitty]

I was getting ready to head to Prague, and London's still a mess. Honestly, we can't afford to lose the bodies right now.

[Sorry Stiles.]

There's a wolf in Mystic Falls though - Lockwood. Maybe see if Lydia can find him.

[phonetically]

Lockwood? Never heard of him. Is this a Scott wolf?

[notwitty]

No, he's different. Part of these super old cursed bloodlines. But he's a good guy.

[phonetically]

If he's a good guy.

I'll tell Derek to make contact.

Hey, Isaac.

You're okay, though? How bad is it?

[notwitty]

I'm okay. We lost a lot of good people, but me and Ethan are fine.

[phonetically]

Ethan Ethan? I knew it. Scarves and cardigans.

[notwitty]

What's that supposed to mean? We were both in London when things went bad. I thought Jackson might want to know.

[Egotistical asshole.]

[phonetically]

Not with Jackson. Since when do you care about Jackson?

Where's Jackson?

Same question, by the way. You're in the company of, now, two gay wolves? Isaac, it's me. I was like the president of the GSA at Beacon Hills.

[notwitty]

I have no idea where Jackson is.

[A little while from now, that question will be answered.]

Also I have better things to do than debate this with you right now, so unless you have any pertinent information for me about Prague ...

[phonetically]

It's a city. Does that count?

Also, not debating. But we're all here for you when you're ready, Lahey!

[notwitty]

[And he's not even going to dignify that with a response. Goodbye, Stiles. Good luck with your Lydia problem.]