voluntaryapnea | 15. Who knows what's right?/The lines keep getting thinner

[He finds himself on the fourth floor, just outside of what's left of cabin 407, the room next to Dean's. He already has a pretty good idea of what exactly happened. Already knows that the vampire had been sealed inside the room courtesy of mountain ash. He sees it on the floor just outside the door and he kneels down, running his fingers through it and pursing his lips.

He's an awesome warden, really. Helping incite his inmate to attempted murder. Not that Jerry doesn't deserve it. It isn't about Jerry. He has no guilt or sympathy for the guy. It's that Dean is the one who dealt the strike. And Stiles had handed over the information he'd needed to do it with. He doesn't see a difference really, between someone handing a loaded gun to a psychopath out to commit homicide and his own role in the events that had taken place the night before. He lets out a breath and then steps inside the room, looking up at the scorched ceiling. Scorpius had been injured, too. Others could have been. People could have died.

Stiles rubs the back of his neck and grimaces. Innocent people getting caught up in this isn't something he'd wanted to happen, but it has and now he has to figure out how to deal with the fallout. The question is...how?]

[Private Video -- Dean Winchester.]

[It takes him a few hours to decide what to do about the whole situation with Dean. He can't just allow him to go around setting people on fire -- even if they deserve it and he maintains that Jerry did. But he also isn't going to be terribly harsh about punishment in this case. Maybe it's wrong, but considering he played a role in Dean's actions, he can't be too hard on the guy.

And he won't put Dean in Zero or confine him to his room. That's not even a punishment for the guy. Dean wants to be alone. Which is exactly why he can't be. Not just because it's supposed to be a punishment, but because it's unhealthy. Solitude is great, but everyone needs someone, and Dean is no exception, even if he believes otherwise.]

So. We should probably talk about what happened last night.

[Video -- Public]

[The video feed clicks on and it shows Stiles in the pub. There's a blender beside him that's full of ice, and several bottles of various syrups around. He's holding a container of sugar and eying the blender before he begins pouring it atop the ice.]

So, someone wondered about Slurpees on the Barge. I think this is everything it takes to make one. [Maybe. Possibly. Mostly he's just experimenting right now.] So if anyone would like to be a taste tester, come up to the Pub. [You know. If you're feeling brave. Or if you want to bounce off the walls. He's still pouring in the sugar and now half the container is in the blender.]

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[His mouth kind of drops open at that. Then he closes it again, because right. Not everyone on the Barge is from his time period. Or his earth.]

Well, a Slurpee is chopped ice that's full of sugar and flavoring. Usually some kind of fruity flavoring, but not always. I mean I've never had a chocolate or eggnog Slurpee, but hey, it might be good. Okay, probably not the eggnog one. But the chocolate one is bound to be awesome. Probably.

[Feet braced on the rungs of her stool, Cass stands up and leans over the bar a little, resting her elbows on it so she can try to see if there's any chocolate syrup back there.

She also is pretty curious about what an egglog is but she's not gonna ask about that one too. Do eggs come in log form? She doesn't even know.]

Might not be chocolate... in the bar. [And then she realizes she forgot the name part.] I'm Cassandra.

[He grabs the bottle of chocolate syrup that's hiding behind the cherry and orange flavoring syrups and flashes her a grin.]

Chocolate. [He sets it down again and leans his arms on the counter top.]

Nice to meet you, Cassandra.

[He's just so cheerful, so open in his body language that it's difficult not to feel a little attached already. In her head Stiles is being sorted into the good group, someone to keep an eye out for. He seems young, a little twitchy, but there's more to him that tells her he's likely experienced more than most people his age. Yes, he's in the bar making sugary treats, but wasn't it just recently his friends were dealing with a vampire problem? And anyway, she's seen what young costumed hero body language looks like, it always has that air of exhaustion, a need for a break. What she sees in Stiles is similar.

And yet he's stored that all away, put on this smiling face for a stranger. It's endearing, and it's admirable. So maybe she'll just watch his back a little.]

You too. Chocolate and ice... might be weird, though. Watery chocolate sounds gross.

[Yes, that's definitely his friends that have been dealing with a vampire problem. Other people, too, really. The vampire problem has been a problem in general, and they're still struggling to deal with all of it. But she reads his body language exactly right. He's tired, but he keeps going, because he has to for a myriad of reasons.

But none of them falls on Cassandra and he's a fan of trying to keep people safe from problems that aren't theirs, too.]

It might be totally gross. [He nods.] I might be leaving out key ingredients. I don't think I am but it's still a possibility. The question is...are you brave enough to try it out on the chance it also might be awesome?

[She sits back down properly on the stool and nods. Why not? Worst case scenario it won't taste good but she'll eat it anyway to avoid wasting anything. Maybe if it's bad they can just add more syrup, surely that would fix anything.]

Probably won't kill me. I'll try it.

That's the spirit!

[He's practically beaming now as he pours in some of the chocolate syrup.]

So, how long have you been on the Barge? I don't remember seeing you around before. Are you new?

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