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

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

[Video -- Public]

[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] semifreakingnormal 2014-09-24 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[They are friends, and that's why Scott can push it away. He manages a small smile, just a twitch at the corners of his mouth.]

Yeah. Loved. Past tense, man.

[He shakes his head when Stiles tries to say other wise.]

I want to help him. I mean, I kinda hate him, but I feel sort of responsible for him, too. [It's not like Derek is around to offer any help. Scott pauses for a moment before adding one more thing.]

You know, she actually asked me to check on you. Make sure you were okay. She didn't have to ask that.
semifreakingnormal: (in all of our vices)

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[personal profile] semifreakingnormal 2014-09-24 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
You think we're not gonna remember any of this?

[He's not sure how it comes out so calmly, because he feels a thread of fear over that. He doesn't want to forget anyone he's met, here. (Well, maybe one or two.) They're his friends. They could be family. They're people he would hurt for, and the idea of losing his memory of them...

Scott exhales that concern, too.]


Even if it's different, we'll have to know why.
semifreakingnormal: (and the wind in the trees)

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[personal profile] semifreakingnormal 2014-10-03 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
I guess it was just....Like a dream. I kinda knew I had to do something, somewhere else, but...

[He shakes his head, watching Stiles carefully.]

Maybe that's just because Jack didn't graduate. Like, maybe once you get the deal, you remember everything when you leave.