Second Moon [Action]

[puppyface]

[It's probably a really good thing Stiles stayed with Scott the night before, because this kid is not getting out of bed.

He doesn't need wolf senses to know that he hasn't woken up back home– that whatever shitty nightmare this is hasn't stopped being a nightmare. Scott's mom isn't cooking in the kitchen and her car isn't outside, and this isn't Scott's room. It's just a room in a house he's supposed to stay in and play pretend.

Scott pulls the sheets over his head, plunking his face into his pillows and staying as still as a stone. Maybe tomorrow he'll wake up and face the day, but not today.]
 

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action! scott......

[hypercompetent]

[There are days in Stiles' life when he feels way too much like someone's parent than he actually should. Usually it's with his dad, replacing beef for turkey burgers or making sure he doesn't sleep through his alarm after a tough work shift. Today, however? Today it was with Scott.

Stiles wasn't adverse to sleeping a lot, especially in this hellhole. It was difficult enough for him to stop thinking long enough to sleep, and when he could, he was a big fan of sprawling across the covers and dreaming about strawberry blonde princesses for as long as physically possible. But this morning he'd gotten up, scratched his stomach, wished for a new pair of pants, and made himself bacon, expecting the smell to rouse Scott.

When it didn't, he took a glance at the clock, yawning loudly and stuffing a piece in his mouth. It was past noon, and they were supposed to be going over information on the network to try and garner anything about the castle before their "invasion", and it was stupid enough work by itself anyway. So he came up the stairs, poking his head in Scott's door--this didn't look good.]

Whoaa--[Well, so much for walking by quick. He stopped at the doorframe and looked back in.] ...Scott? Youuu okay?

Action. And shut up.

[puppyface]

No.

[That is the solid sound of 'uh oh, look out, Scott's having a pouting episode'.]

SIGH.

[hypercompetent]

[Ohhh god.]

You know, using the teeth and claws voice when you don't have any teeth and claws behind it really takes away a lot of the bite. [After that dry comment, he completely ignores that and pushes off the wall, shutting the door behind him and coming into the room.]

What's the matter?

Bite me.

[puppyface]

No.

[Scott is not happy. He doesn't want to be here right now. He is very much no. His entire mood is no. Hell, his entire existence at the moment is a huge 'no'. You're not going to get much out of him, Stiles.]

That's your thing. 8(

[hypercompetent]

Helpful. [Stiles rolls his eyes with his entire head, an impressive range of motion usually reserved for rants about Allison. It's not the first time that Scott has given up on even moving. It probably won't even be the last time.]

Dude, are we seriously doing this right now?

[puppyface]

[Oh, it won't be the last time at all. And you're not going to get an answer that's any different at all.]

Noooo.

[hypercompetent]

You say that, and it's like you're going to completely ignore what it actually means or something. [Ugh, Scott, seriously? Seriously. He crosses the room and sits down on his bed with a thump.]

Speaking of completely ignoring, you're the one who told me I can't ignore my problems. Did you lose the hero complex when you lost your wolf powers? Come on, you gotta get up.

[puppyface]

[Seriously.]

No.

[He shifts, turning away under his sheets from Stiles. No means no.]

[hypercompetent]

Oh my Goooooddd. [Scott why are you so frustrating. He pats his shoulder.] Come on, dude, seriously? You have a murderous ex-girlfriend-in-law family, and this is making you stay in bed?

[puppyface]

At least we knew the hunters and had our parents.

[Congratulations, you got more than a no out of him.]

Go away.

[hypercompetent]

Hallelujah! A frickin' sentence. Look, you're preaching to the choir here, okay? I know it sucks. It sucks hot, roasted ass, but dude, I'm not going to just lay here and let them turn me into a chick.

[Man, why did he have to bring that up. His heart twists a little at the mention of their parents--God, he misses his dad.] My dad definitely didn't want a daughter, okay? Believe me, I asked. Focus on trying to get home, alright? Just laying here isn't going to do anything!

[puppyface]

Getting up isn't going to do anything either!

Leave me alone.

[Firmly planted in his bed, he grabs the mattress just in case.]

I have a plethora of frustrated icons.

[hypercompetent]

Oh my Goooooddd, Scott! [This is frustrating! Scott's usually the one who's sunshine and rainbows between the two of them--Stiles is cynical. And sure, he's feeling the exact same crap as Scott; that this is useless, that everything they're doing could amount to nothing. But god damn it, he's not about to lay down and give up.]

[He stares at Scott for a minute, jittering his leg.] You know what? Fine. If you're not going to listen to me, making once again, a stupid decision, then I know who'll convince you, and probably with brute force!

[He stares at him for a minute longer, fixing him with a stare that says more than his running mouth is apt to spit out, but then jerked away, whipping out the stupid compact and shooting Derek a message by text.]

you know how sometimes a dog will refuse to walk on it's leash and just like lay down in the middle of the road?

[He turns his attention back on Scott after, snapping it shut and gesturing with it.] Seriously, dude. This is pathetic, and that's coming from me.

Possibly.

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles would like to point out that he didn't jump when Derek snarled. He also didn't jump when he slammed the door. Which of course means he did, limb flailing and "oh my God" included.

By the time Scott's come out of the room, he's already back downstairs, going through the network's backlog of posts, trying to pick up some sort of information. At the sound of Scott's footsteps he turns around, getting up.]

Theere you go. See, look, out of bed, functional. Next step is getting more than a sentence out of you.

[He's just being a wiseass, though. Stiles' expression shifts and he looks at Scott for a moment, before taking a solid step forward and pulling him into a hug.]

Maybe.

[triskeles]

[ Of course he did. Though Derek doesn't comment on it, and instead goes immediately from Scott's room to take a seat in one of the armchairs. He's half tempted to resume his scout mission over a quarter of the violet district, so that Erica's not doing it by herself, but he opts to stay for a bit longer.

Maybe he'll tell her to take a break. They've been at it all morning, combing through alleys and streets to get a feel for things.

He doesn't glance up from his compact when Scott emerges, though the angle he cocks his head at implies that he's directing part of his attention towards the pair. ]

Oh my God stop.

[puppyface]

[Scott falls into that hug like it was the only answer necessary and hugs Stiles as tight as he can without hurting him- which is a lot easier sans wolf powers (even if Scott is still weirded out by how quiet his world is now). He remains silent for a few beats, sighing heavily before finally speaking.]

...I'm sorry.

[He doesn't seem much cheered up, and he's definitely still angry (especially at Derek), but he's sincere in his apology.]

8)c

[hypercompetent]

Yeah, you better be. [Stiles quirks a little grin at him as he pulls away, with a firm pat to his back.] I mean hell, you handled that with all the grace and aplomb of a six year old girl.

[Sure, Stiles is still annoyed, but there's a scale. Currently it's in the "change out your favorite brand of cereal for the store brand just to be a dick" phase of annoyance, not the "cold shoulder of death" one. So, he sits back down on the couch, flicking the compact back open and trying to find his place again.]

B]

[triskeles]

[ Derek makes a gruff sound of agreement as he scans through messages on his compact, keeping an eye out for anything from Erica. He doesn't like being too far from her here, not while she's prone again. But he's not about to try and tell her to hide from the world, not when she was forced to do that before.

He doesn't sound annoyed anymore, though. Or, well. Doesn't sound more annoyed than he usually does at existence. ]

= ^ =

[puppyface]

[Shrugging at Stiles's comment, Scott gives him a half-hearted elbow to the side before looking at Derek.]

So? What are we doing? What's the plan?

[He sure as hell hoped Derek or Stiles had one, at least.]

[hypercompetent]

[When does he not have a plan, Scott. Stiles gestures at the compact in front of them, chin in his hand.]

While Derek and Erica were out doing their stalky version of reconnaissance, I'm doing mine. We can hear every old post or recording that's been put out on the network from before we were here--know thy enemy, all that crap. The more people talk, the more they sound as confused as us, but I'm starting to pull out a couple of gems.

[He gestures at a pile of papers beside him--things to add to Waver's archive.]

[triskeles]

The "stalky version of reconnaissance" isn't yielding much by way of talk like the network is-- [ Good, he knew Stiles would get somewhere with that. ] --but we're getting a layout of things. The districts are enormous, from what I can tell from just the violet, but so far only two streets are inhabited.

[ Derek cocks his head, gaze shifting between the two of them. ]

I haven't been able to get into any of the empty houses yet. Any of them.

[puppyface]

So they're not replaced yet.

[The good thing about Scott being in a slightly bad mood was that somehow it always seemed to help him think just a bit more lucidly.]

They're not being used because those fairytales haven't been replaced yet, right? So there's nothing to use the house for?

[He turns between the two of them, a little confused. What exactly...]

What did you want me to do?

[hypercompetent]

Yeah, except even the king of B&E over there can't break into them. He's a master at avoiding my dad, you'd think he'd be able to break into an empty house. [Gesturing back at Derek, he runs a hand over his hair, blowing out through his lips until it makes a sound. This entire place is like a rubix cube with a sticker missing.]

Weeell. There are four districts and four of us. So, Erica and Derek are working on the violet district, but that only covers one section. You can get a head start on the Navy, and then I can come join you when I'm done with this. I figure you're still pretty good at scouting, and you can distract our enemies if you stare at them like a confused do--yeah, like that. [Little grin. He's very trusting in your abilities, Scott. Usually.]

[triskeles]

Not if there's magic keeping it locked to intruders, so that it stays a blank slate. [ He's not bothered by the newfound title presented by Stiles, since he's not ashamed of his rather illegal capabilities to get into places he shouldn't be.

Regarding Scott as Stiles speaks, he rises to his feet from the chair in one smooth motion, thinking on the plan that's being offered. It's a good one-- they need to figure out the island's layout, after all-- and he can't argue with it. ]

Depending on how much we cover today, we can do the other two housing districts tomorrow. That'd give us the areas that are most traveled in.

[puppyface]

Well, yeah, not just that. It's like when you're playing a video game like Pokémon and some of the houses don't work cos no one coded them. They're just there, there's... nothing they need to be. Even if you hacked it with Action Replay like we did in fifth grade.

[He pats his jacket, starting toward the door.]

Fine, I'm ready.