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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[puppyface]

I'll be fine.

[It's clear he's still a little bitter about earlier, but he heads for the door anyway.]

That... Fabio guy said there's not a public map or anything, so I'll... keep track of where I'm going.

[hypercompetent]

--That's a good idea!

[Stiles snaps his fingers. Good one, Scott.] If you can mark out landmarks, we can try to make a rough map. Figure out where people live, what's safe, what's not. Once you guys get finished we can combine them all together and coloring book the crap out of it until we've got something sorta functional.

[triskeles]

[ Derek crooks a brow at them, considering that. Why hasn't anyone tried to do a public map yet? ]

I think I could put something together for it. [ He's almost considering as he says it, but he's putting together an image of the Hale territory in his mind. Even without his senses and abilities, the sense of navigation that was ingrained into him remains. He thinks he could draw out a map, if needed. ]

[puppyface]

I'll write down what I see and where, but I don't know if I can do a map. Not without knowing what the island looks from above.

[He knows his limits, at least. Wishing up a pen and pad of paper, Scott heads for the door- but pauses. He wants to know a time to meet up again, but without some sort of watch...]

...Do clocks count as technology?