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[Lydia is bored and that just won't do. If she's going to be at the barge, she'll need something fun to do. At least until she has a pet of her own to play with. And she can't wait until she gets her own inmate. Lately she's been playing with others, and she even has a couple of favorites but it's not the same thing.

Until then, though, it will have to do. She considers going to find one of those to pass the time, but she wants something a little more challenging today. Of course she won't pass the opportunity if one of them cross her path, but as she makes her way down the hallways she's looking for a few specific individuals: Blight, Chris or Arya and Nymeria.

With the power loss and everything that has been going on, it's been a few days since she's seen Scott around and she just can't go long without taunting him or he will think she's done playing.

Of course, if she can't find any of her body guards for back up, she might just have to go find Scott's little sidekick instead. That always sends her message across, too because she knows the Alpha will be able to smell her all over his Beta.]

(ooc: Lydia is completely affected! Here are some handy links: Profile, Plotting, Assumed CR.)

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[Chris is being his usually unholy terrible self. The loss of power to the Barge has been stressing him out recently: he needs to get Slevin graduated as soon as possible and get the hell off this ship. He's in the gym now, practicing for when he goes to dig up his inmate, and on both hands are a pair of brass knuckles.

With these, he viciously pounds into a worn punching bag, over and over again. He'll always be small and scrawny, but there's some mean muscle underneath all appearances]

[Blight is one of the few people that's still been regularly out and about after the loss of power - cold and dark are things that of course don't bother him.

Boredom does though. Frustration does. And being given an inmate as his own personal property hasn't helped alleviate that much, considering it's an inmate that gives him hardly any satisfaction when he wants to try and make somebody squirm.

He send the robot to some laps in the part of the ship without air or life support, because it passably amused him for about five seconds. Now he's stomping around on his own in the hallways, looking for someone he can let off some steam on preferably.

Though it can be supposed he'll settle for someone he considers likable to vent to.]

[She hears the noise inside the gym as she's making her way past it and decides to make her way inside just to see who is in there. They sound... angry? motivated? Either of those emotions could be fun depending on the person behind them.

When she realizes it's one of the people she's been looking for, though, she grins and makes her way inside. He certainly looks angry and that works for her.]

Hello, Chris. [Her voice is almost melodic.]

[He smells her long before he sees her.

Scott groans to himself when he realizes she's coming his way, and though he considers turning in the other direction, he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction.

This was his ship first. He's not interested in sharing, especially not with her. So he stays his course, and growls a greeting when he sees her.]

Lydia.

[His eyes are red, like usual, his teeth are sharp, like usual.] Doing the walk of shame, or on your way to one?

[Well, he's certainly hard to miss. And he will do just fine for what she wants at the moment. Actually, he's her best choice right now considering he's all anger and no judgement. She gets to make that judgement for him most of the time.

As she approaches him, she's already smiling. Today could turn out to be a lot of fun.]

Blight? You look a little... [Aimless. Like she could use you.] Irritated.

[The first thing she sees are his eyes and she almost giggles when she realizes it's him.

And then the growls and she grins brightly. Yes, a part of her is still very much aware of the fact that not only did he kill her before, he could easily do it again, but most of her just enjoys seeing proof of the frustration she's been causing him. Getting under his skin is just worth it.]

Aww, c'mon Scottie. Don't be jealous just because I won't touch your disgusting little werewolf ass.

[Her voice is sweet as she speaks, but she doesn't get too close to him. She needs some distance in order to have time to scream if he decides to attack her. She pauses with a hand on her hip, the other twirling around her hair gently.]

But if you're so curious, why don't you ask Stiles?

[Chris looks up as his name's called, rubbing his forehead with his arm]

Hey, Lydia. Sup. What's going on?

[Lydia seems to be one of the few people Chris can stand onboard the ship. He likes her moxie. He likes her ambition. He doesn't like being played, but fortunately is usually too slow to realize when it's happening]

You're kinda interrupting my workout.

Oh, sorry, Chris.

[She sounds sincerely apologetic, even though she could care less about his workout. She even smiles softly at him then glances back toward the door.]

We can chat later, I know this is your you time, even though you obviously don't need it.

[His arms drop to his sides, curious despite his pissy attitude. The best way to get him interested in something is telling him he can't have it, and Lydia works this like a charm]

No, I'm good. What's up?

[He turns tightly, reacting to the sound a split second before he sees who it is. Once he registers it's her though the set of his shoulders relaxes somewhat. Ah, Lydia. Always worth his time, and usually even a pleasure.

So few things on this damn boat are, lately.]

Most people would follow that with a "so what else is new". [The remark is sardonic out of habit, without any real bite. Not for her. He doesn't return her smile, but that's all lingering aggravation. He even manages to be mildly teasing, in a knowing way.] And whatever naughty little pleasures are you up to today? Or has all the fun gone out the window with the current state of things?

[Peter feels more conspicuous in his baggy black hoodie with the hood pulled up than he ever has in his bright red and blue spandex costume, and it's because he just knows he doesn't really know how to be covert. There's a part of him that feels like he should bug James about giving him some pointers when this is over, but then he remembers this is a spy who gives his real name to strangers and goes through buildings like a wrecking ball, so maybe that's a lost cause, too.

But he can't just stay in his room, and he needs to figure out who else he can trust, and who needs to be stopped before they do anything too stupid, so he shuffles through the hallway trying to look like the moody asshole he'd been last time they were here.

He glances at Lydia maybe a little too quickly, fixes his face into something that might pass off as a grouchy scowl, and then hesitates. He doesn't know enough about her to know what she could be like here, if she's someone he's going to have to label as a potential threat.

He kind of gets the feeling that he might have to.]

[The fact that the Barge shook and the power went out? Stiles thinks it's probably a bad sign. Which isn't surprising. They've been anticipating something bad for awhile now. He's just worried about what kind of bad it's going to be. Silent Hill? Mirror Barge? Something else? It's hard to imagine something worse than either of those options but at least so far he seems to be alone in his head.

He doesn't hear the whispered taunts of the nogitsune in his mind the way he had for so many weeks. He doesn't feel off. Thank god. He shuts his eyes and leans his head against his door. It is tempting, very, very tempting -- to stay inside his cabin and not go out and face any of the possible insanity that lay outside his door.

But he isn't going to be a coward. Steeling his nerves, he unlocks and opens his door, stepping out into the hallway. He almost immediately spots Lydia. He lets out a breath. At least she's okay. Now he just needs to find Scott and make sure he's okay, too.]

Hey.

[Sometimes, it's almost disappointing just how easy some of these guys are. Granted, after dealing with Jackson and Peter for a long time, very few people will pose a challenge.

She turns toward him again and takes a couple of steps forward, making her her smile looks hesitant.]

Are you sure?

I've just been doing some thinking while, you know, we've been stuck in the dark.

Yeah. Yeah, same here. What about?

[He slides the brass knuckles off his hands and pockets them with a clink, looking back to Lydia with his typically annoyed expression]

[Apparently he's tense, too. Looking like he could use someone to take that tension out on. Yep, that's exactly what she's looking for.

She grins softly despite his lack of smile.]

The fun never goes out the window for as long as I'm around, Blight.

[She cocks her head and pretends to study him.]

You look like you could use some fun.

My dear, you have no idea.

[His responding grin, at last, is more like a mix of a snarl and a leer. But it's in the general ballpark.]

Can't believe I got saddled with the robot. What is the point of even keeping that worthless machine around? At least he might be used for some good, if he can fix anything on the lower levels. I sent him to poke around.

But what about you? Whatever did you have in mind?

[When she sees him, Lydia is pretty much strutting her way down the dark hallway. She nearly pauses, because she knows that although he's not one of Scott's, he isn't exactly one of hers, either.

Stupid stubborn Peter. He could be. And he would come in handy, too. But in the end, it's his loss. Not being on her side is always their loss. Its too bad Banshees can't be Alphas, because she would totally have made a pack out of most of this boat by now.

But Peter almost seems to hesitate when he sees her. And that is new. Her eyes narrow and she stops in front of him, blocking his way. What the hell?]

What? No hello for me, Peter?

[This wasn't what she was going for just yet, but when she almost bumps right into Stiles as he comes out of his room, she figures he will do.

She doesn't really hate the Stiles from her world for himself. No, she hates him for his connection to Scott. And for what Scott's goddamn pack did to Jackson. But Stiles wasn't even a beta then, even if he tried hurting Jackson, he would have found himself dead faster than he could realize what was happening.

Which is why she went after him like Peter had suggested back home once she got here. Because everyone knows he's been pathetically in love with her for years and, well, he clearly doesn't trust his own Alpha enough to willingly take the bite. He's an easy target.

And, he's fun. Sometimes.]

Hey Stiles.

[She smiles and walks right up to him, eying him up and down before letting her her smile turn into a smirk.]

Just who I was looking for.

[His expression bothers her not at all. On the contrary, it amuses her. He tries so hard. She almost wants to give him some credit.]

Things have been a little too quiet, don't you think?

[A beat.]

Have you heard from Scott lately?

Well, at least you're making him useful. Or trying to. But you could do so much better. You should just do what I do and borrow whatever inmate you find more interesting.

[His attempt at a grin is enough of an encouragement for her to go on.]

Speaking of, I think our werewolf problem is trying to multiply again.

Don't I know it. Wouldn't it just figure, the last act of the Admiral was to screw me over. But I guess I'll get to see how much he can take before I cash in on his warranty.

[He does muse a little over her suggestion though. Not that it isn't one she hasn't made before. It's just extra tempting at the moment.]

Maybe the clown will let me take another stab at his pet morality case.

[He's not sure if he and the Joker are supposed to be allies today, or if the chaos has them at each other's throats again. Who can keep track? Blight's stronger loyalties sink past the mire of his heat-charged thoughts, but everything else can turn on a dime with his moods, and the Joker is...mercurial.]

Oh no. You don't say?

Maybe you can rewire him into being useful.

[She smirks, because she's mostly teasing. She hasn't paid much attention to his inmate so far so she doesn't know much about him.]

Apparently they are trying to recruit more, and it would be in everyone's best interest to make sure Scott can't get anymore pets...

[She has no idea if Scott is actually recruiting, even though it's a safe assumption to make, but she doesn't care. She just wants him in pain and feeling out of control.]

Until you can get a decent inmate, you could always go play with the dogs, I can guarantee you it'd be entertaining.

Maybe. Or find someone else who can. We do have a few eggheads hanging around.

[Has no one else really thought of trying to reprogram David already though? The answer almost seems too obvious. Well, he'll have to look into it.]

Animals whine and humans scream. So long as they make noise though, it's all the same. What's the difference. We're all creatures of blood and flesh and bone in the end, aren't we?

[There's a twisted sneer at the end of his words, in part because he isn't quite a creature of flesh anymore. The circumstance however isn't quite something to brag about.]

[There's a moment where his eyes widen at the way she looks at him, like he's something she's dying to eat and he thinks, oh shit. So she's not exactly okay. She's way too flirtatious to be herself. And it's not that Lydia isn't sometimes flirtatious, but she's never really been flirtatious toward him and oh god, this is not good.

She thinks he's the other him, the mirror him, and he has no clue what the other him is like, and no idea how to go about pretending that's who he is, and Lydia is smart. Really smart. She's going to know something's off. And all he can think is Scott, please do not be affected because I'm going to need your help. He draws in a breath even as he returns the smile.]

Am I?

Yep.

[The way he's staring at her definitely throws her a little. Because even though she usually makes the first move, Stiles always eagerly responds. She can't help but wonder if Scott is finally getting to him.

And if he is, it just means she will have to try harder to remind Stiles how much he wants her.

She doesn't give him a chance to move before she lifts a hand to the back of his head and presses her body flush against his, holding his gaze and smiling as she tiptoes on her heels, face inches from his.]

I haven't seen you since the power went out, don't you miss me?

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