001 [Voice/action] Day 103

[runboyrun]

[Well, waking up to an asphalt pillow is not the worst experience of Stiles' life, but it's still mighty unpleasant. Enough so that he doesn't notice the device strapped to his wrist until he's dragged himself to his feet and reached into his pocket for his phone. Which is missing.

He raises his wrist, staring at the device for a moment, then begins pushing buttons.]

Cape- What the hell? How drunk did I get last night?

[He doesn't realise it's broadcasting, so enjoy a nice, bumpy view of the ground and Stiles' legs as he walks, everyone!]

Hello? Hello?! Where the hell am I?

Comments

[venatical]

They're not showing up dead, if that's what you mean. This isn't the zombie apocalypse.

My name's Dean. Hate to say it, Stiles, but you're probably going to be here a while. And you missed the part where we had air conditioning.

[runboyrun]

No, I actually have experience with the dead jumping right back up and carrying on like they were. Sassing. Judging. Being sarcastic.

[Which is Stiles' job, god damn it all Uncle Peter.]

[venatical]

[ That's a little concerning. ]

You do, huh? Where do you come from?

[runboyrun]

Beacon Hills? You've probably met a couple of my friends, I know Derek and Lydia are here.

[venatical]

Oh -- you're one of Lydia's friends? [ Jailbait! He's glad she's got one of her friends here. ]

Well, she'll be glad to see you. That explains a lot, too. [ With the bodies coming back to life, all that stuff. Lydia hadn't mentioned that so much as werewolves, but still. ]

[runboyrun]

Yeah, Beacon Hills: Where The Dead Sass Back.

[He grins a little, because Peter, back from the dead is actually pretty small scale on the list of things that have shocked/traumatised/tried to kill him lately.]

[venatical]

Believe me; that's not the only place in the world where that happens.

[ Dean can list a few towns across America where he's run into that phenomenon. ]

[runboyrun]

That... is strangely comforting to know.

[Even if it does mean that Stiles will probably never escape the weird.]

[venatical]

Yeah, it's great. [ Dean would rather the alternative, but whatever. ]

You think you're going to be okay here, kid?

[runboyrun]

Think so, yeah. I'm used to the weird and potentially lethal at home, so I have a pretty healthy survival instinct most days.

[venatical]

Well, that's... Good job. [ That's an important thing to have, anyway. ]

You need anything, let me know. [ Not really an offer Dean likes to make all the time, but to kids? Sure. ]

[runboyrun]

Got an MP3 player stashed away on you?

[He grins to show he's kidding. A bit of usical accompaniment would be welcome, but he knows that's not gonna happen unless he starts singing. Which, he's not drunk enough for.]

But seriously, thanks. I think I'm okay for the moment, I'm just getting my bearings. But if anything happens, you'll hear me screaming like a little girl.

[venatical]

[ Blah, mp3 players. The real music's in a cassette. Kids these days; no appreciation. ]

I'll keep an ear out. [ He cuts the feed. ]