[Stiles sits at his desk, books about vampires spread out all around him. There's a pencil in his mouth that he's been using to occasionally jot down some notes if something catches his attention, but right now his eyes are just scanning over the words, and his mind is absorbing everything it can. He doesn't even know if vampires are an actual thing in his world.
It wouldn't surprise him. Werewolves, kanimas, darachs, kitsunes, nogitsunes, hunters. He's sure there's a hell of a lot more that he still doesn't know. That he may never know. But whether they exist back home or not is irrelevant. They exist here, on the Barge. And there's no way of knowing which pieces of the mythology have gotten it right and which ones have gotten it wrong. It could vary by world.
The knock startles him out of his almost trance-like state and he blinks a couple of times before glancing at the clock. Crap. It's nearly one in the morning and he hasn't even slept and Bucky's basic training starts again in only a few hours. He's still sore from that morning. He eyes his comm device and then glances at he door warily before rising to his feet and putting the pencil down on his desk.
He does, however, reach out and pick up his baseball bat because he hasn't gotten around to asking the warden for any other kind of weapon yet. He's not sure he's ready for that. He puts his access code into the security box and then unlocks all three locks on his door. He pulls it open, relaxing instantly when he sees Lydia. Until he notices the fear in her eyes. He quickly steps aside even as he reaches out and tugs her into the room silently.]
Spam
It wouldn't surprise him. Werewolves, kanimas, darachs, kitsunes, nogitsunes, hunters. He's sure there's a hell of a lot more that he still doesn't know. That he may never know. But whether they exist back home or not is irrelevant. They exist here, on the Barge. And there's no way of knowing which pieces of the mythology have gotten it right and which ones have gotten it wrong. It could vary by world.
The knock startles him out of his almost trance-like state and he blinks a couple of times before glancing at the clock. Crap. It's nearly one in the morning and he hasn't even slept and Bucky's basic training starts again in only a few hours. He's still sore from that morning. He eyes his comm device and then glances at he door warily before rising to his feet and putting the pencil down on his desk.
He does, however, reach out and pick up his baseball bat because he hasn't gotten around to asking the warden for any other kind of weapon yet. He's not sure he's ready for that. He puts his access code into the security box and then unlocks all three locks on his door. He pulls it open, relaxing instantly when he sees Lydia. Until he notices the fear in her eyes. He quickly steps aside even as he reaches out and tugs her into the room silently.]
Are you okay?