Kenzi [007] Accidental Video --> Audio

[onteamdyson]

[The video turns on as Kenzi cracks the screen with a jagged shard of glass. The communicator is still on her wrist, filming the ceiling of the upstairs bathroom. The mirror has been shattered and most of the glass pieces have fallen to the floor, but a few remain in the frame. The hand that holds the larger piece is covered in blood. She appears to be sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

She swears and mumbles something in Russian before bringing the shard down again. The video cuts out.]

HA! Fucking-- try it now, you crusty, wrinkled-ass, bitch. Two down... a billion to go. Break the mirrors in your houses! Smash the hell out of them. Do it. It's the only way to keep her out-- [There's the sound of the shard hitting the floor and Kenzi cries out.]

Hale? Hale, you know what I'm talking about, right? You totes remember! ... Hale?

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[onteamdyson]

[She's quiet for a while. Like... two minutes. That is so long for Kenzi.]

Just come over? No cleaning necessary.

TO ACTION?

[stiling]

[ That's a long time by normal standards. That's astronomically long by Kenzi standards. ]

Whatever you wanna, man. I'll be over in like two seconds.

[ All right, so a couple of minutes before he'd be knocking at her door. ]

[onteamdyson]

[Seconds after he knocks, the door is flung open. Arms freshly bandaged, brandishing that baseball bat (just for you, Stiles), Kenzi stares at him long enough to make sure he isn't an old lady. And then she drops the bat and throws her arms around him.]

[stiling]

[ Always with the bats, and Stiles lets out a small shrieky sound of surprise, his shoulders jumping inward like he's about ready to get into a defensive position, fetal on the ground or something. But she doesn't swing, and she's hugging instead, something that genuinely takes him as much by surprise as the bat did. ]

[ Stiles' body relaxes in increments, before he immediately hugs her back, arms tight. ]

[onteamdyson]

You totally came.

[She sounds vaguely surprised. No, wait. Pleasantly surprised! She steps back, tugging him along with her, so she can shut the door. But still hugging! Still hugging.]

Are you okay?!

[stiling]

Dude, of course I came.

[ He realizes, belatedly, how much crap he must look like right now - he hasn't been sleeping great, and it's a whole other cacophony of bullshit that's plaguing him at the moment, but he's not getting into it right now. She gets a snort of a laugh into her shoulder, and Stiles shakes his head. ]

[ strangling. being strangled. ]

I'm- fine, Kenzi, seriously. Pinky swear. [ His pinkies stick out and wiggle around at her back as if that will solidify the point. ]

[onteamdyson]

[She snerks and pulls away to grab those pinkies with her own. She's holding him to it! But he does look like crap and she's mega-worried. He's so young! ... Not that much younger than her, but young enough!

When she releases his pinkies, she holds up her left one. It has a nifty dino-bandaid on it. So cool.]

Wanna sit on the couch? Less awesome sans television, but comfy. God, I miss Jungle Jeeves.

[stiling]

[ Whoops, actual pinky swears. Crap! He could feel a little bad for lying, but he's gonna stick to it on account of he doesn't want to talk about it. Kenzi first. He jerks his head towards the couch and starts over, glancing back at her as he walks. ]

Sweet band-aid. Couch good. Explain to me Jungle Jeeves before you meet your fate.

[onteamdyson]

[She pushes him into the couch, trying to get him to LIE THE FUCK DOWN, before collapsing onto it herself. So tricky. She sees you being tired and there are enough idiots in her life currently not doing the sleep thing.]

Jungle Jeeves is an expert on all things animals and I think he is fake-Australian and also I'd totes do him. He lives in a hut in the jungle and teaches you cool facts about things you totes need to know. Such as HIPPOS! Did you know that you could shove a four foot tall kid in a hippo's mouth and it could stand up in there? Also sails can sleep for up to three years.

[Sleep. Sleep, Stiles. So subtle.]

[stiling]

[ Sooooo subtle that he sees straight through it in fact! He sits up from where he got all sprawled over, his knees jarring up and down as he looks at her. ]

Stiles looks like ass. Okay. I got it. [ He laughs a little despite himself, and points knowingly at Kenzi. ] Sounds like the Crocodile Hunter except better. And actually with the learning.

[onteamdyson]

Sounds like, totes isn't. Jeeves is all about not actually going near the animals and not poking them until they get mad. Ha. And then there was this one time me and Bo--

[... Nope.]

Boring story. When's the last time you slept?

[stiling]

[ Oh? Oh, what was that? ]

I'll cut you a deal. [ He claps a hand on one of his knees and forces it into the floor until it stops bouncing, fixing Kenzi with a look. ] Question for question. I'll tell you if you tell me who Bo is.

[onteamdyson]

[Hmmm. HMMMMM! She considers this proposal thoroughly before offering her not completely painful hand to shake.] Deal.

Bo... is... my best friend. Ever. Of all time. Back home. She's just-- she's something else. [HA! Hahaha. Ha. Kenzi smiles.] She saved my life.

[Not just from date rape Mr. Smileyface. In general, basically. Well. They saved each other.]

[stiling]

[ He shakes it mightily. Accord whole-heartedly struck. ]

[ Besides, the story kinda makes him smile a little. Maybe he's missing his own best friend back home. ]

Well, if there's anyone who's got good taste in friends. She sounds badass, man.

[onteamdyson]

Yeah. She is. [And now for the staring. Ahem. Question for a question, Stiles. Kenzi leans forward.]

And when was the last time you slept?!

[stiling]

[ not the staring oh no ]

That would be- [ Three fingers up. ] Threeeeee hours, [ two fingers now, ] two days ago. Before you get all mama bear on me, it's kinda less a choice and more of a rogue ADHD kinda thing.

[onteamdyson]

[Too late. Mama bear mode engaged.] For the love of all things Chuck Norris, you're as bad as Jesse!

So... what, you can't turn your brain off? Do you have meds for this-- ... you're out of meds for this, aren't you? Dammit.

[stiling]

[ oh dammit HE KNOWS MAMA BEAR FACES. Cue a wince and a bit of a face. ]

Yeah, I kinda- [ He plants a palm on his knee, leg bouncing up and down again already. ] Blew through them? I only had one script. I was checking the pharmacy when I got space-lifted the hell outta town.

[onteamdyson]

Did you check the pharmacy here?! Do you know what you need?! We should raid it if it hasn't been raided already. Prescription pirates! [She is so all about this. Takes her mind off all the other shit and she really wants to help Stiles. Sweet, little babyface.]

Wait. I have an idea for right now because dude. You need to sleep, right now.

[stiling]

That's what I was going for! Somebody upstairs didn't like it, I guess! Or downstairs. [ He squints at Kenzi and raises a fist for her to bump. ] Well, yeah, it's Adderall, man, 30mg. Dude, I'm game for trying it again any time.

[ Not that he's very hopeful. There have been a lot of people here a lot longer than he has, and it's one of those fun kinda drugs that anyone could've taken recreationally. Not that he knows anything about what that's like. ]

Sleep- sleep would be nice. What've you got? I'm dyin' here.

[onteamdyson]

Oh, right, you went all disappearance. Yeah, don't do that. Okay. I'll go with you this time to prevent probings. NOT THAT YOU WERE-- ... Ha. Haha, it's fiiiine. You're fine.

[What has she got? Why, Stiles, you are in for a treat. Or not, depending on how you look at it. She kind of just... softly tackles him, pushing him over until he's lying on the couch and she's tucked in mostly beside him with her arm over his chest so he can't escape!]

So I'm just gonna talk about the most boring shit I can think of and you're gonna get soooooo mind-numbingly bored that you just drift right off.

[stiling]

[ Stiles kinda stares and- stares. ] Not so much with the whole consolation thing, are ya?

[ But then she's on him and he's kind of trapped between her and the couch, an almighty squeak of surprise making its way out of his throat - his arms flail around for a second or two before he just flops whole-heartedly into the couch with a sigh. ]

Hey, come on. I didn't even get another question!

[onteamdyson]

[Consoling just isn't her forte. Deal with it. Sleeping, though! Sleeping is her area of expertise!]

Hmmmmmokay. Question time until you get sleepy. Fire away, baby bear.

[stiling]

[ Stiles adjusts with a nod, propping up the back of his head on a hand so he can peer at her more clearly. ]

How do you know Baba Yaga's real?

[onteamdyson]

[Shit. Well-- she was not expecting that question. Probably should have been because this kid is curious as all hell and twice as sharp as she was at that age. Damn.]

... Because I didn't just start seeing her here. [If it had been out of the blue, she might be more inclined to believe she was seeing invisible stuff like Galen and Jesse.] I can't... get into too much detail, but shit went down. I tried to fix it. It got way worse and I ended up in her realm--

[Realm. REALMS! How the fuck is she supposed to spin this to be believable now? She looks up at him, hopeful and a little desperate for him to not think she's a nutcase.] Sometimes... myths aren't actually myths.