voluntaryapnea: (tired side glance)
Stiles Stilinski ([personal profile] voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-09-23 09:36 am

16. And all the roads we have to walk are winding

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[The video feed opens to reveal the deck of the ship. A second later you can see Stiles leaning against the railing, a troubled expression on his face. He's pretty sure he already has the answer to the question he's about to pose, but he wants to be sure. He glances over his shoulder, up at the sky.]

Okay so is it just me, or are the stars...a lot less bright than usual? [He shifts so that he's holding the comm up so everyone can see what he's talking about.]

Is this another Mirror Barge sign?

[Spam for Kira -- Pub]

[He makes it to the Pub in less than the ten minutes that he agreed to meet Kira. It's closed, but he uses his warden's item and lets himself in. He's already perusing the alcohol choices when he hears her footsteps approaching and his head pops up from behind the bar. He gives her a small smile before ducking down again.]

So what's your poison, my friend?

[Spam for Scott]

[It's much later now. So late he doesn't actually even know what time it is. He's not entirely sure where he's even going until he finds himself in front of Scott's closed door. Oh. Apparently that's where. He has a half-drunk bottle of Jack in his left hand and his vision is just a bit bleary. He already has a headache, and realistically he knows he should just go to his own cabin, down some aspirin, drink some water, and crawl into bed for the next twelve or so hours. But he doesn't feel like being alone tonight.

Kira was great company, but they parted ways awhile ago and he's been wandering the corridors since. He briefly contemplate just going up to the deck again. Laying beneath the stars and staring up, but the way they've gotten dimmer freaks him out when he's completely sober, let alone when he's drunk. And the rational part of his brain that's still functioning tells him that he shouldn't be out and about when there are at least two people on the Barge who would probably like to see him dead.

Still. Where once he wouldn't have hesitated to just barge in on his best friend, he knows Scott's dealing with a lot already and a drunken Stiles probably isn't something he should have to deal with. He sighs and pushes himself away from the door, stumbling a little and rubbing a hand over his face as he heads back toward the stairs.]
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[personal profile] godsays 2014-09-23 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
They've been disappearing.
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[personal profile] godsays 2014-09-23 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know.

But I watch them.

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punched_hitler: [ta] (pic#7961317)

[personal profile] punched_hitler 2014-09-23 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know if it's another sign, but... I thought they looked a little dimmer, too.

[So he can at least give you confirmation that you're not seeing things?]
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[personal profile] punched_hitler 2014-09-23 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods.] I don't know anything about astronomy, but... that just doesn't look right.

[He pauses, then sets the feed to PRIVATE]

Honestly, I've been unsettled since Bucky started... being affected.

[He's still hoping to God it is something affecting him. From the outside.]

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Kira Spam

[personal profile] whatthefoxsay 2014-09-23 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[She lets out a little laugh as his head suddenly appears above the bar like it's floating there, and without any ado she hops up on its surface, swings her legs over, and lands on the other side with him.] Am I a stereotype if I ask for sake?

[She waves a hand in aversion,] Nevermind. Do they have coke? Bourbon and coke is good. Or if they have oj we can make screwdrivers.

[Whispering (why is she whispering even),] There's this thing called a Slippery Nipple.
whatthefoxsay: (i'm ok! i'm ok!)

[personal profile] whatthefoxsay 2014-09-23 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Um. Butterscotch liqueur and Bailey's. Or whatever their equivalent is for Irish Cream.

[How do you know this, Kira? It is best not to ask. What goes on in New York stays in New York, okay?

She rubs her hands together like an evil overlord.]


Let's make stuff! And drink it!

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[personal profile] semifreakingnormal 2014-09-23 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[If someone asks later, he probably won't be able to say what it was that draws him to the door. Maybe he smells the jack. Maybe he smells Stiles. But something makes him pause as he starts to tug off his shirt, turning to stare at his door like he's expecting it to open.

But the seconds stretch, and it stays closed, and he stays alone.

Smoothing his shirt back down, Scott crosses the space in one step, pulling open his door and stepping out into the hall.]


Stiles?

[That's not a sight he's used to seeing: Stiles walking away from him. His eyes dart to the bottle in his hand, and he knows he should have checked on his friend earlier.]

Where are you going?
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[personal profile] semifreakingnormal 2014-09-23 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[He doesn't, really, but he doesn't think he wants Stiles going back to his room alone, either. Especially not since that's where Jackson is. He waves Stiles forward again, holding his hand out for the bottle.]

The whole not being able to get drunk thing sucks, by the way. But I can try really hard.

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[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2014-09-23 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
That's new.

But I'm going to guess it's not unrelated.
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[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2014-09-23 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
You can't spend too much energy worrying about signs we can't read.

My laundry came up bloody this morning. A jacket I accidentally lost in Los Angeles, on this side. We've got days left at most.
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[personal profile] strangehistorian 2014-09-24 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
...They are.
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[personal profile] lydiascreams 2014-09-24 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[At first, Lydia wonders if he means figuratively. But when she sees the sky, she realizes he means literally.]

Considering we're crossing into a different reality, I guess that makes sense. [As much sense as this type of things can make.]
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[personal profile] lydiascreams 2014-09-24 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
We should set a pack meeting. Include everyone and warn them, tell them as much as we can about our mirror selves. Come up with safe words.

[She will talk to Jackson herself and someone will talk to Erica, because Lydia sincerely doubts she will be showing up there after their last conversation. This conversation will be hard enough without the two of them involved.]

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