hold me closer, necromancer

Sam's birthday was in a few days. He'd honestly forgotten about it just due to the other things that had taken up residence in his head lately. It'd taken Ramon bringing it up to remind him. And when Ramon had realized that Sam had forgotten, he'd decided to throw a small, impromptu party at the house. Sam had tried to get out of it but Ramon had insisted and Sam hadn't been able to get him to relent.

Ramon had promised small and Sam was glad he was keeping to his word. There were a small group of people in the backyard, hanging out and chatting away. Ramon had even gotten his mom and Haley to show up which amused Sam, at least. Some had brought presents but most hadn't been prepared and Sam didn't really care anyway.

After getting over his initial dislike of the idea, Sam was a little more relaxed now. He had a drink in one hand and was quietly talking with Brid while the party went on around them.

He'd been nineteen in a few days and Sam was kind of amazed he was still alive. So, he could relax and enjoy himself.

[NFB but open for calls/texts/visits. Sam wouldn't have told a lot of people about his birthday but if you think you know and that Ramon might have called you, feel free to show up or call or whatever!]

Yeah, so Sam had woken up with girl parts. Fortunately, he wasn't gonna have a screaming fit of surprise. Unfortunately, he was also contemplating just sleeping this weirdness away so he didn't have to deal with anything that might be coming at him from certain parties. Of course, this plan was hindered by the fact that he didn't really sleep at all in the first place and meant he was more just acting like a lazy ass instead of sleeping.

This body was weird. It was smaller and softer and there were...things that he was used to touching, not having. He was curious about what his back looked like, if he'd kept those scars or not but he wasn't so curious as to try and look.

Nope. Sam was in bed, swimming in his clothes and trying to keep his longer hair out of his eyes. This island had a crappy sense of humor sometimes. He didn't want to be a girl, he didn't know how to be a girl.

And now he was a girl. Sigh.

[Door's closed but the post is open, definitely! I totally didn't forget this at first!]

Sam was doing a whole lot of nothing today. He'd missed a phone call from Brid earlier and his phone was resting on his chest in an attempt to force himself to return that call. It hadn't worked yet. For awhile, Sam had just stared at the ceiling while his thoughts bounced around in his head. When that hadn't worked, he'd read a book. Actually, he'd read the same line in the book for about fifteen minutes before he'd given up on that.

And then he'd amazingly fallen asleep. Sam didn't know if he'd fallen asleep just to get out of making that call or if he'd fallen asleep because he was tired but whatever the reason, it'd been good enough to get him out of returning the call for the moment. The phone was actually ringing again and Brid was the other end, determined to actually get Sam to pick up this time.

Alas, poor Sam, he was still sleeping.

[Door's cracked, post is open and if you want a weetiny to answer the phone, go for it.]

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]