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004. And then we'll understand -- we held gold dust in our hands.

[Stiles is slowly but surely making his way back down to the seventh floor of the barge, a doll in his hand. There's also blood on his shirt, which he's very eager to shed. He's also pretty eager to shower. He's a bit paler than usual, a grimace on his face as he walks toward his room. Feel free to stop him at any point point along the way from the deck to his room.]

[Video]

[Stiles has cleaned up since being on the deck of the ship with Bucky and Morgana. So there's no blood on his clothes now as he appears on the screen. He holds up a doll that he found on the fourth floor. He looks kinda tense.]

So I found this. I have no idea whose it is, but I've got it and it's safe.

[The screen goes dark once more.]

[That all taken care of, he heads out of his room and back toward the stairs. He's nervous about seeing Lydia. It's an almost foreign feeling at this point. Somewhere along the way, she'd gone from untouchable girl of his dreams to closest friend after Scott McCall. And he worries now, that maybe that will have changed after everything from back home. The fallout. The nogitsune kidnapping and holding her hostage and mentally tormenting her for hours. Allison. Aiden.

She seemed to want to see him when he'd spoken with her earlier, but he's still nervous. He can't fault her if she wants nothing more to do with him after all of that happened. They've only been friends for a few months now. It's not like his friendship with Scott -- it's not a lifelong bond forged from having each other's backs over bullies and parental losses through death and divorce and all night video game and movie marathons on a nearly weekly basis for years. It's newer, fragile. And while he's had a couple of weeks now to try and process what went down in Beacon Hills, she is fresh from the battle still and he's not sure that he knows how to help her. He's not sure about much at the moment and he can still feel Bucky's blood on his hands even though he's washed thoroughly until his skin was rubbed red and raw under scalding hot water.

He stands outside her door for a long hesitant moment before he knocks and waits.]

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That's Abigail.

[And it startles him, how much he hates looking at it. Shaking his head, Scott drags his eyes away, finding Stiles' instead.]

Are you okay with it?

Yeah, she told me just a minute ago.

[He's not sure what to make of the expression on Scott's face, though.]

Yeah, I think so. What about you? You doing okay with this flood?

Mostly. Riddick's....dog got my doll for a second, but it's been mostly okay.

[And as long as he doesn't think about the doll, he doesn't think about wanting to wreck it.] You don't have one, right?

[His eyes widen at that and he looks horrified. Because. Well, he's horrified. But Scott looks okay. At least from what he can tell over the screen.]

Yeah, no. At least I don't think so. I didn't have one when I woke the other day like everyone else. Literally just found this one on the fourth floor. [He glances back at where it's sitting on his headboard. Still creepy.]

[He gives Stiles a quick smile: he's okay. No physical damage, and the pain was - well, quick enough.]

That's good, then. You can hold onto to for her, she'll be safe that way. [Eventually he will worry about his own doll, but not right now.]

[He nods a little, relaxing.] From what I've heard you can only have one at a time. The other vanishes. And if you get your own, it vanishes, too.

[He pauses, then switches the video to private.]

[Private]

Do you think the Admiral's behind this?

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The dolls? Yeah. I mean - the floods are all him, or that's how it seems. I don't know who else it could be.

[Yeah, he's not loving that answer. But he's not surprised by it either. He rubs a hand over his face, nodding. He wonders what the motive is. The purpose. There has to be one, right?]

And considering I don't see another Nemeton anywhere around here...

Yeah. You just have to roll with the punches.

[Which he is not particularly happy about either, trust him. He shrugs.] I've heard people say that it's his bad driving that does it. So, kind of an accident.

Guess it's good that I have experience with that already.

[Considering they literally never know what to expect next out of Beacon Hills.] Alleged accident.

[Scott shrugs. Stiles was right, when he said it didn't sound all that different from home.]

He doesn't really talk to us, so it's kinda hard to figure out. I mean...I hope it's an accident.

[He chews his thumbnail for a moment, looking conflicted.]

Yeah, yeah me too. Accident's better than suddenly realizing the captain of your ship is some kind of monster.

Seriously. And like - innocent until proven guilty couldn't apply more. I don't even know how to prove him guilty.

You mean since no one ever sees the guy?

Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyep.

[He is trying to trust in the system and everything. It is not the easiest thing ever.]

[And Stiles being Stiles? Has an automatic distrust for the system. Sigh.]

Yeah. That's what I figured.

[Yin and yang right here.]

Don't worry too hard about it. You'll totally go nuts.

[Oh yeah.]

I'll definitely attempt to keep that in mind?

There are enough inmates who hate him, you know? And I get that, like - he's keeping them here, and a lot of them don't even want a second chance. But what he gives them is good. And what he gives us makes it worth it.

[And that's really all he has, trust, which is So Very Scott of him.]

You're okay, right? I thought I smelled something earlier. [Like Stiles and blood, but seeing the video assuaged his concerns. Okay, most of them.]

[He's so glad, in one way, that Scott still has that amount of faith in people. In another way, it worries him. Because very, very few people in the world have Stiles' trust. So Stiles will keep an extra eye out for Scott -- just in case someone -- the Admiral or otherwise -- decides to betray that trust.]

Yeah, I know. I don't hate him. [His list of people he hates has a total number of two on it.] I'm just wary, I guess.

[He pauses at that, arching his eyebrows.] Yeah, I'm fine. There was a new guy up on the deck who was hurt pretty bad. Bucky Barnes. You know, Captain America's best friend?

[Scott nods, content enough to let things lie there: wary is good. He values Stiles' wariness. Besides, the next bit of information pretty much knocks the rest aside.]

No way. Seriously? He's still here?

[Stiles isn't sure what to make of Scott's question.]

Uh, well I sorta got the impression he just got here? What do you mean still?

No, no I mean like - dude, Captain America's side kick is here.

[He just rly wants to meet Bucky now. You know, once he makes sure he's not still hurt.]

Oh. [His brain is still kind of all over the place.]

Yeah. Yeah, he's still here. He's in the infirmary.

Awesome. I mean - is he okay?

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