Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-09-23 09:36 am
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-09-23 09:36 am
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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.]
[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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Yeah, I guess. [He looks back at the screen and offers her a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes.] We're getting closer. Anya says it's probably just a few more days away.
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[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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He looks away from the camera, feeling more tired now than before.]
Yeah, probably.
[pack filter]
[Allison has been hearing about this mirror stuff. She's heard Lydia talk about her own self, she's heard murmurings around the ship...and she doesn't have to think to know what could be waiting for her friends on the Mirror Barge.
She'd said it to Scott while she was still plastered: she would never have stopped doing Gerard's biding if not for him.
So she's still achy and she feels like crap, but when she's checking her comm and sees the conversation, she switches to the filter and steels herself.]
We need to talk about how to...handle each other.
[Because the single-minded killer that she's certain exists on the Mirror Barge won't allow for code words. No one will be safe from her.
The only way to contain that Allison Argent will be to kill her.]
[pack filter]
Not everyone will be their mirror selves. Stiles wasn't last time, Scott and I were. [She looks away from the camera, not looking at Stiles.]
We were both dangerous. To him and to each other. The more all of you know about that version of us, the safer you will be.
[pack filter]
My other self is apparently a werewolf. He let Scott give him the bite. Beyond that...I don't know a lot. He's uh -- got a thing for Lydia. [Shocking to everyone, right?]
[pack filter]
With Lydia. She and werewolf Stiles are kind of together. He is more than likely the best weapon you will have against her since she actually cares about him even if she pretends to be manipulating him. [Surprise?]
Most everything she says is a lie, though. She will use her words to get everyone on her side. She hates Scott and his pack. She is part of Peter's pack along with her version of Jackson. But she hates Peter, too.
[pack filter]
The other me just wants power. He cares, sort of, about some people - I don't think he'd hurt Stiles - but...
[He wets his lips.]
I bit Gwen and Chris, and I was fully intending to kill them after their first full moon.]
[He doesn't even realize he make the pronoun switch.]
[pack filter]
He. He bit Gwen and Chris. It's another version of you, but it isn't you.
[pack filter]
Yeah. Yeah, you're right. He did that.