necroslacker | outside menudo cabin ; saturday afternoon

Sam's head hurt. It had been hurting since the Council meeting and no amount of Tylenol or sleep had kicked it. The Council meeting hadn't been bad, it'd just been overwhelming. Between Brannoc's intent gaze, Kell giving him an obviously wide berth, Ariana's inherent distrust of new members, and Pello's inane babbling, Sam felt completely out of his league. At first, he'd been worried about being treated like a sideshow. Come see the man that killed Douglas Montgomery and hey, while you're at it, take a looked at the vampire next to me! Douglas Montgomery had been powerful and strong. He was just a kid. He was a newly discovered necromancer who hadn't killed anyone until three months ago.

The trip to Seattle hadn't been that bad. He'd gotten to see Ramon and Frank. Ramon was recovering nicely and adapting to his new status as a were-bear. Frank hadn't cracked under the pressure of taking care of the house and Ramon so Sam felt comfortable leaving again.

Now, he was sitting on the steps of the cabin he'd been assigned, sunglasses shading his eyes. He probably looked hungover or maybe just exhausted but he felt neither. He just wished his damn headache would go away. There were still bandages on his busted elbows but even that might not be necessary. Mostly, he just wanted to make sure he didn't rip open scabs when he went skateboarding.

Skateboarding was gonna have to wait today. Sam was contenting himself with sitting out in the sun, enjoying the mild day with a bottle of water. Brooke and Ashley hadn't popped up for a few days and Sam either suspected they were pissed because he hadn't done any dead raising lately or they were busy.

Maybe he'd take a trip to the mainland tonight and do some necromancing. He had no one that he needed to raise but he figured he could find a name, raise him up briefly before letting him rest again. It was what necromancers did, right?

Right.

[He's outside so the post is open]

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"Oh yeah?" Sam asked, thankful for distraction Toby's statement had given him. He didn't need to think of Brid especially after sitting across from her father a few days ago. "What'd she do? Cherry bomb in a toilet?"

"Stole her school principal's car," Toby informed him. "...And then took me out of school for the afternoon to go on a joyride."

"That...sounds like fun, at least?" Sam asked, only making it a question because of Toby's hesitation. "Did you wear your seat belt?"

"It was pretty cool," Toby had to admit. "Of course, I was nine, so I was pretty okay with anything that got me out of school. And of course I wore my seatbelt. Safety first!"

"She ended up in juvenile hall and you ended up...?" Sam asked, curious to know if Toby ended up in trouble or just watching the drama unfold from the sidelines.

"With a lecture from social services and sent back into the system," Toby said. "They figured I had no idea she wasn't supposed to have a car."

"Bummer," Sam said, shaking his head. "You ever see her again? The foster sister, I mean. Not social services."

"Yeah, I saw a lot of social services," Toby rolled his eyes. "But Katie? No."

"Maybe she made boosting cars and going on joyrides a career," Sam joked, half smiling. "At least you've got a good memory for her, right? Could be worse."

"True," Toby had to admit. Not all his foster families had been great or even all that nice, but Sam didn't need the details on that. "Or maybe now she's a cop telling other kids not to steal cars." Yeah, he didn't really believe that.

"That'd be pretty ironic," Sam replied. The one cop he knew had been a pretty decent guy all things considered. He couldn't really think bad about them. "You ever thought about looking her up?"

"Honestly? Not till now. But I am sort of curious now," Toby admitted.

"Nothing to lose, right?" Sam pointed out, shrugging. "It's not like you have to tell her where you are and I doubt she tries to trace your phone call if she's not expecting you to look her up."

And the mention of phone calls just made Toby facepalm.

"Oh, man," he groaned. "I need to call Ray and let him know I'm still, y'know, alive."

"Who's Ray?" Sam asked before shaking his head. "Sorry, wow, that was nosy. It just seemed like the next logical question after a statement like that."

"No worries, man," Toby shrugged. "He's a psychiatrist who's been helping me with the whole... telepathy thing," he made a vague gesture near his head, "since I was little." He blinked and shook his head. "I promise I'm not actually crazy or anything though."

"I can raise the dead," Sam reminded him with a little shrug. "Why would I think you're crazy?"

Toby couldn't help a little bit of a chuckle at that. "Very good point. Freaky powers we may have, but at least we're not crazy," he declared, pretending to hold up a glass in a toast of sorts.

Sam chuckled and pretended to return Toby's toast. "Psychiatrist or not, it's good you've got someone helping you out. But yeah, you should probably give him a call. I should actually do the same thing except replace Ray with my mom."

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