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The Other-Wordly Meme

Words are magical things; they can have so many lovely connotations and varied histories.
Words have family trees just like people. They are linked to each other.
Some words are full of flavor and color and describe things you never suspected there were words for.
Words are why we're here.

The meme is simple: post a comment with your muse's name and canon in the subject line.
List any preferences you may have ("No Shipping," "No Smut," etc.), if you decide to leave the next step up to responders.
Responders (or original posters, if they so decide), go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt for an RP scenario. Do this several times, if you like. Mix and match. Have fun with it!
Don't stop with a word, though! Words can often have etymologies that are at odds with their current meanings. Words can shift connotations over time. Let your imagination carry you with the words as its wind.

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She knows she sounds crazy. She sounds crazy to her own ears. She knows this is weird and frankly, Brigid would back away from the crazy herself.

"I'm sorry. I..." She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down. Then, she holds out her hand. "My name is Brigid Finn." She offers, then, just for the briefest flash, her eyes turn blue. "And I really need to talk to you."

Please let him understand.

The flash of blue has him flinching, then turning to look around, wondering if anyone saw. Oh god, new werewolf in town who knew his name and had to talk to him. Where was Scott when he needed him? Like... now.

Swallowing the mouthful of cookie, he brushed his hand off on his pants, holding it out and giving hers a brief shake, as if he was expecting claws to shoot out and puncture him. "Okay, well, you already know my name." Which was weird. Was he in a werewolf newsletter?

She tucks her fingers into her front jeans pockets and sighs. "I know. And..." Her stomach growls. It's been a few hours since she ate. Oh well. She blushes but pushes on. "This is going to sound weird and crazy and I promise that I'm not here to hurt anyone." She won't. Not unless she's forced to. "I... I had this dream and it had to do with you and your friends and a burnt house? I'm from Boston, I go to college." She doesn't even know what she's defending herself about. "But I just spent eight days driving crosscountry because a dream gave me your name and warned me that there was big trouble."

She scrubs a hand over her face. "My uncle is going to slaughter me."

"You had a dream." And so began the start of an inspirational speech. No, wait, focus, Stiles. "In Boston. And it made you drive here with my name and trouble."

That didn't sound like a recipe for disaster at all. Why him? He was being so good, really. All he wanted was some cookies. Was he not allowed to have cookies anymore? This was punishment for making his dad eat healthy, wasn't it? "I have literally no idea what to say to that."

"How do you think I feel? I'm in..." She almost said 'another pack's', "someone else's territory and instead of asking permission, I'm floundering around trying to figure out why I dreamt of you standing in front of," a pack, "a clan, defending them against a rival... clan." This was getting complicated.

"Please, I swear I'm not crazy, just... can we talk somewhere that's less... public?" She wants to talk about wolves and packs and things and couldn't. This is just too public. "You can even bring the aconite if it'll make you feel better."

"You dreamed that?" With the Alpha pack infringing on the territory, and getting all up in Derek and Scott's business, that was a pretty coincidental image.

"Talk, right." When she mentioned the wolfsbane, he frowned at her. "Why would you..? Never mind. Just, no. No need for that. Uh, there's a park over there. And a bench."

Because no, he was not going somewhere too private with some strange werewolf with whacky dreams.

Some of the tension goes out of Brigid's shoulders. She'd offered the aconite, because if he's around wolves, then he knows how dangerous it is. She wants him to be safe.

Nodding, she follows him across the street and settles onto the bench. She pitches her voice low, when she begins to talk.

"It's bad form for a wolf to go into another pack's territory without at least a cursory by-your-leave to the local Alpha, especially if they're unknown to one another." She explains, fidgeting with the edge of her hoodie sleeves. "But... in my dream, there's two Alphas behind you, with a few betas. Then, there's Alphas in front of you." She's not sure how to describe it. "All of you are in this burnt out home, that's half gone. The Alphas in front of you are... twisted, somehow. Wrong. They're Alphas, but almost Omegas." She sighs and shoves bright red hair out of her face. "Is any of this making any sort of sense?"

"If it's bad form, how come it seems to happen all the time?" And by 'all the time', he meant the Omega that Scott had seen butchered and the infringing Alpha pack.

He knew where she was talking about, knew it pretty damn well, in fact. It made sense, but he didn't know why she'd come all the way from Boston to tell him things they already knew. "Well, yeah. But I'm not really Alpha central, you know? Shouldn't you be talking to Derek about this?"

"It doesn't. There have been wolves that have crossed over into our territory and had to find the alpha, not knowing who they are. Sometimes, they're just passing through and that doesn't require a stop with the locals." She passed through a lot of places with wolves on her way here.

Brigid cocks her head to the side, studying with warm brown eyes. "Who's Derek?" She asks, completely ingenuously. She doesn't know the locals. At all.

"Who's Derek?" Great. It just figures she knew his name, but not the name of the one she should know. "Derek's the Alpha. Derek Hale. He'd be the one you, uh, saw me with in your dream."

Because he still wasn't sure about the whole dream thing.

"One of them. There were two behind you. I only knew your name because someone in the dream said it." Brigid admits. She fidgets with the ragged ends of her hoodie. "I should speak to him before I spend too much time here. Let him talk to my Alpha. Talk to my Alpha - since he doesn't know where I am."

She's babbling. "Sorry." She doesn't know what else to say. "If you could introduce me, I'd appreciate it." Brigid sits there uncomfortably for a moment. "Oh. Stay here!"

Without looking, Brigid dashes across the street to her car and roots through a pack for a moment. Another dash back, and she hands him a notebook. "Here. This is everything in my dreams. You, the others, what happened. I kept it as accurate as I could."

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