002: Ring ring, phone call for Mrs. Harvelle

[runboyrun]

Open because Stiles can't work the comm properly yet.

Uh... hey, is that Ellen?

[Behold Stiles' most charming smile. Which is actually pretty darned charming, considering how much practice it's gotten with getting him out of sticky situations.]

So, I was talking to a guy who said that talking to you would be a good place to start if I was looking into learning how not to get my ass kicked. Because not gonna lie, that would be useful information for me to have, considering my history.

I'm Stiles, by the way.

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[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen raises her eyebrows. Who the hell is this kid? Why is he calling her?]

I'm Ellen.

[runboyrun]

Hey! Hi. Good. Nice to meet you. Sort of.

[Because talking to someone over the system isn't really meeting them.]

So, yeah. If you could, I dunno, point me in the right direction? Or something? It'd be appreciated like whoa and I'd owe you one.

[justrunsasaloon]

[She is more amused than anything.]

Come to the bar. It's where I live.

[runboyrun]

Do you mean like right now?

[justrunsasaloon]

[Eyebrows go up further.]

You got something better to do?

[runboyrun]

No, not at all, I just didn't wanna show up and you be like "Oh, what, I meant like next week" or something.

[justrunsasaloon]

[She snorts.]

Nope, just sitting here readin' a book, kid. Stop on by.

[runboyrun]

Oh, okay! Sure!

[There's the immediate sound of flailing as Stiles pulls on jacket and shoes with his usual grace, then he shouts over his shoulder, just to let the house at large know that he's heading out and not planning to get eaten by raptors on the way. Then he's heading to the bar.]

[justrunsasaloon]

[She doesn't draw the gun until he passes the trap on the floor. Then, she steps out from behind the door and sticks the barrel of the .357 into the kid's shoulder. She'd feel bad, but paranoia has kept her alive this long.]

Turn around real slow, kid.

[runboyrun]

[He lets out a strangled yelp because that is a gun pressed against his shoulder blades. But there's something that causes him comfort in that - she uses a gun, not fangs and claws. Hands flying upwards in a universally 'look ma, no weapons' gesture, he swivels very slowly on the spot, to look at her with wide eyes.]

Hey. Ellen, I'm guessing? Otherwise I'm screwed six ways from Sunday.

[justrunsasaloon]

[She keeps the gun trained on him and checks his pockets. Ellen doesn't know who sent him, but this is just precautionary.

Since she doesn't find a weapon, she grabs a flask off the table. Full of salted holy water, it'll fix the rest of her questions.]

Take a drink.

[She tosses it to him.]

[runboyrun]

Hey- whoa-

[He jumps at the sudden abrupt handling, eternally grateful she either hasn't seen or has ignored the little bag of mountain ash in his jeans pocket.

Eyeing up the flash, he takes it gingerly and sniffs. Not that he could smell poison... but he takes a sip anyway, deciding that someone's going to have to make with the trusting.]

Oh-

[He gags.]

Salt water? That's just unpleasant. Ugh, a warning would've been nice, what the hell?

[justrunsasaloon]

[She takes the flask back and uncocks the gun. She turns and settles on a stool behind the bar, pouring two glasses of water.]

Salted holy water. You passed the devil's trap. I needed to know what else you might be. I'm Ellen.

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[packpapa]

[ Sounding somewhat exasperated, Derek's dry voice carriers over the feed. ]

Stiles, it's public.

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[runboyrun]

Well, maybe if you'd showed me how to use this damned thing.

It's worse than a freaking Windows phone I swear to God

Also why didn't you just come in and tell me? You're like right next door to me right now. ...Aren't you?

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[packpapa]

You're the one who mocked me for not owning a laptop. I thought you could figure it out on your own.

[ But he's not wrong, he is next door, lounging around on his bed. ]

It involved getting up.

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[runboyrun]

Yeah, well, help would be nice.

[He sounds all of the miffed, because it's technology, and technology is cheating on him with Derek - and probably the whole Cape - and he's insulted.]

You lazy ass. You're just gonna sit there and patronise me over this thing because you're too lazy to get up?

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[packpapa]

I might have abilities you don't, but reading minds isn't one of them.

[ Which means he'll come and help, if he must, and it took him some help getting the hang of it, he's just not going to mention that. ]

It's comfortable. If you want me to show you, come here.

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[runboyrun]

...Fine.

[His feet thud against the floor, twice as loud as needs be, as he gets up and makes his way to Derek's room.]

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[packpapa]

[ He remains where he is, half slumped against the head of the bed and half lying, looking smug. ]

When you fall through the ceiling, don't expect me to catch you.

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[runboyrun]

I'll just make sure I land on you, then.

[He has, at least, learned how to cut the feed. Which he does now, as he walks into Derek's room, scowling but without any real force.]

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[packpapa]

[ That earns him a raised eyebrow, but no comment, putting the communications thing down to the side. ]

Who's Ellen?

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[runboyrun]

[He shrugs. It's a jerky shoulder-roll that isn't nearly as casual as he wants it to look, because it's a little embarrassing to admit to the Alpha that he feels like the weak link and he hates it.]

She runs the bar. Or lives there. Or, both, I guess. I was... gonna look her up and see if she could, uh, give me some pointers.

So, teach me how to fly this thing?

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[packpapa]

[ He frowns at that, not necessarily because of the bartender he's vaguely heard of, no doubt seen around, but because he's asking her to help train him when he's right there; he knows he's not good for much, but that he can do. ]

Okay. [ He pushes himself up into a sitting position, gestures for Stiles to come join him on the bed, his own now in his hand. ]

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[runboyrun]

[He perches, on the edge of the bed, close enough so that he can still see what Derek is showing him.]