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[ Maybe Independence Day is Coach Finstock's favorite movie for a reason. All Stiles knows is, at first he was in his jeep, dropping Scott off at home - and then he was in a shuttle, with some nasty-looking dude with six eyes staring at him.

He may have shrieked in a totally manly way and sat on the bench furthest away from him.

Anyway the shuttle - space shuttle, space ship - had set down, and he'd been herded out and dumped on a launch pad in some serious need of scrubbing. Some dude with actualfax fucking mandibles had tiredly told him that he was supposed to go to Zeta district and help with repairs if he didn't have anything better to do. He did not field any other questions. Stiles has been flying by the seat of his pants for the last few hours.

That first hour may have involved hyperventilating.

Regardless, he knows how to work this omni-tool thing now and he's using it thanks to ingenuity and possibly some passerby help. His face fills up the entire screen. ]

So aliens are real. Big, giant huge wrinkly aliens that look like they want to eat my face, and blue space babes. Okay, that's cool, we respect all of the species in human-land. Totally cool bros here.

[ A teenager's very determined expression of resolve goes here, though. ]

What we don't respect is kidnapping. Which I'd say is what just happened, you know. But I've got questions. If any of you see a five foot three girl with fair skin, green eyes, and strawberry blonde hair, or a five foot ten dude with tan skin, brown eyes, brown hair and an uneven jawline, you're gonna tell me, okay?

And if any of you touch a hair on that fine lady's head, I'm going to go Will Smith on your butts.

[ Scott can handle some heat. Stiles turns the video off, then switches it back on suddenly. ]

And the dude you're telling is Stiles!

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[This is definitely the low-end of living, but she's fine with it. She can manage. There is a roof and a door and the door closes and locks. Plumbing and electricity are there (she hopes it all works properly) an that's all she needs. They'll find work (or a way home) and then they'll just take each day one at a time.]

Okay, that's good. I'm very clean and I don't like cleaning up after other people. [She doesn't want to use the phrase that she's not his mother. That's just inappropriate on so many different levels.]

We have a place to stay, we know each other - so that's good. We should figure out how to check in with each other. Just to make sure that one of us hasn't been kidnapped further or injured.

2 bad well never no the outcome of burger king vs mcd cuz none of them made it 2 future space world and neway i didnt say there werent cheeseburgers just no good ones sack up dude

Yeah her. Could be her usual mood, I guess.

[ It had been on his list of things to consider about Aria, but after the whole 'don't fuck with me' lecture, Bruce felt it was easier to simply avoid her right off the bat. For both her sake and his sanity, that is.

He shrugs uncertainly before continuing. ] I wouldn't really try to see how true it is though.

Actually, I was planning it on hightailing it to her hideout [ because she must have a hideout, right? Stiles is never getting into Afterlife anyway so it might as well be ] and telling her that to her face. I've been dying to see the business end of a gun lately.

[ Okay actually he did see one, recently, that was a joke in poor taste so he makes a face. ]

So, are you a native or not?

i don't know, you don't like lacrosse so i'm not sure how good your taste buds are going to be either

I promise you won't be cleaning up after me. Pretty used to picking up after myself.

[ That's probably a sadder thought than he needs, and he shakes it off. Missing Scott and his dad are more pertinent thoughts anyway. ]

We might end up having to share the place later, but hopefully not. As long as we're not too unlucky, anyway.

[ He purses his lips, then. ]

Maybe there's a way to send private messages over this thing? Like email? I know you had some numbers attached when you replied to my post, so maybe that's like your - contact info?

[She nods, moving to reach for hers.]

That makes sense, but you were able to broadcast to a large group. We need to make sure that we can keep these just between us. [She starts to fiddle with hers, turning it on and off and scrolling through the menu options and different settings.]

I'm sure there's some sort of option to have it go direct to just one of us. [She'll keep scrolling, then glance up at him.]

It has a holographic setting. [She knows his little sci-fi heart just went pitter-patter.]

Never use that with me. [And she stabs it with her cold finger.]

Maybe there's a filter? [ Neither of them are Danny - god, he'd kill to have Danny right now - but he opens his omni-tool as well, looking at his post and opening the settings.

He looks up when she mentions holograms, immediately starting to scroll around looking for that, and - ]

Aw, come on! What if I have to impart a very important message and you need to be able to see me to understand the gravity of the situation?

[ Derailed. ]

Do you have a death wish?

[ It's spoken with a bit of sarcasm attached, since Bruce can't possibly figure out why anyone would go that route of having a gun to your head, joke or not.

But he lets up just slightly, shrugging. ]

Definitely not. New York, 21st century, if that helps any.

[ Technically not New York either, but semantics. ]

my taste buds r fine id b more worried about ur taste buds cuz like lax players just dont have good taste in nething

Then you use video. [Her tone is near sing-song and cheery as if she's secretly pleased to have banned him from treating her like she's that guy from Star Wars.]

Here, I'm going to try this.

[She turns the video on and slides a few settings over and then waves her fingers in front of the lens.]

What does it - [She moves over toward him and peers over his shoulder.] Hmmm. I think it's working?

We'll know if suddenly aliens are looking to eat my hand.

hey i have great taste in women, buddy.

clearly im just going to have to try some of this food and prove you wrong.

I have plenty of wishes, but death isn't really one of them.

[ Besides, he's had more than enough brushes with death, lately. ]

California, 21st century. At least you're from the same century, jesus. I never thought I'd be against holographic projection screens, but this shit is making me twitch.

[ He's changed thoughts mid-rant. Enjoy that, Bruce! ]

[ Stiles pouts. He literally pouts at Lydia, opening his mouth to protest, but then she tells him she's going to try something. ]

I hope you know we're revisiting this conversation later.

[ He grumbles it as he makes his screen come back. It's soon filled with the display of her hand, and he hums. ]

Yep. Five flawless fingers. How'd you do that? [ He's already craning his neck to look at her settings. ]

[she doesn't think of it as being rude. she thinks of it as being honest.

sorry if you think that's rude, kid.] .. I haven't had a Milky Way in forever. [damn it you made her lose her train of thought. good job.] But no, you're not on Earth anymore. Not that I think you'd want to be there right now, anyway.

You're on Omega.

ur on dude call a time and a place ill bring u 1 'cheeseburger' and 1 pizza

Oh man, don't tell me they don't make those anymore.

[ Stiles despairs for a moment, then picks up the note about Earth and where he is. ]

Okay, so I'm on Omega. What the heck and where is Omega?

[ That is more pertinent of a question. ]

who's paying fro this all though? loser?

and i gotta find some places first. i'll get back to u.

No, we're not. [And she leans down to hold her device out for him to look at. She'll look at his, comparing the settings and she'll slide a few over.]

Like... that. I think. I hope.

[ He watches her, undoing the settings and redoing them, and transmitting a couple frames of his face to her. ]

Getting anything?

[Her head cants to the side and she makes an affirmative sound.]

Yes. I see your face. So, that's taken care of for now. What else is on our list of ... we should make a list.

Make a list of what?

[ Stiles might be good at lists, but Stiles is still in a little bit of freak-out mode right now. So he's not really the more level-headed of the two at the moment. ]

We gotta have money to get food, which, by the way, where do we even get food - and I assume if we're lucky, helping repair things gets paid daily, but if we're unlucky we're going to have to starve for the first week or whatever.

[ohhhh boy. he can already tell that this is going to be pretty difficult to explain.

why does everyone have to come from a version of earth where none of this makes sense. why can't everyone just make it easier and know what the reapers are and what the collectors are and understand that HEY WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR, HERE, WE'VE GOT MORE IMPORTANT PROBLEMS THAN YOUR MISSING GIRLFRIEND.

.. okay he's calm now.] Uh, I'm pretty sure you have, kiddo. Don't see your ride anywhere around here, do you?

[he pauses, eyebrows raising. at least the guy isn't going to start looking for trouble. joker's pretty sure that it'll end up finding him pretty easily one way or another. that's just how things work around here.] There should be a sub-menu that lets you bring up a map of the station. But .. good luck figuring out how to read it.

[helpful as always!]

I'm pretty sure they do, I just .. haven't been anywhere that sells them.

[which means she hasn't been on earth in quite some time.

but .. okay. time to start explaining things.] Omega is a space station in the appropriately-named Omega nebula .. it's a hollowed-out chunk of asteroid that's been mined pretty much down to nothing. It's pretty much where you go if you don't care about killing people to get some credits.

[she shrugs. it feels like everyone should know this by now.] Have you been greeted by the batarians, yet?

My ride actually has wheels, you'd know it if you saw it.

[ Most of the shit he's seeing is flying, he thinks he'd be hard pressed to find an internal combustion engine that wasn't in a museum here. If this place has museums.

The advice isn't exactly stellar, but there's only so many buttons and sub menus and he will find that map, dammit. ]

Just knowing where the hell I might be going is about a thousand times better than staring at this wall.

The blinking one is me, I think. I hope.

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video; lmao well the offer is permanently standing if you ever want

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text; so who's older because marco's technically born before stiles

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text; stiles has been alive for longer i guess, because if we go by birthdate everything is silly

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text; lmao one they should compare birthdays and it's like duuude

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unfortunately it's not super private as far as messages go but they don't know that!

private enough for now! lydia will figure this out! she is smart!

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