[Stiles has been on the ship long enough to know that anytime he's awakened by the boat rocking violently from side to side? It's not good. It always signals the start of a flood, and sure enough he hears the Admiral's voice a few seconds later about the ship having taken on water. Great.
He sits up quickly and looks himself over but doesn't see anything out of the norm. He runs through his checklist of facts: his name, birth date, list of family and friends' names. His room appears to be totally normal but he hesitates before making his way over to the door. He's wearing a red t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants as he unlocks and unalarms the door and peers out. No pillows and blankets. That's good at least. He closes it again and makes his way over to his communicator, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he checks the network but doesn't see any posts about anything unusual happening.
Okay. Maybe this won't be so bad, he thinks, resisting the urge to crawl back into bed and sleep only because he needs to check on his friends and make sure they're all okay. He tucks the communicator into the pocket of his pants and heads for the door again, resetting the alarm and locking it behind him. He makes his way up the stairs, stopping at the fifth floor so he can check on Lydia and he stops dead in his tracks when he sees her in the hallway. On the floor.
...and she has a tail. He gapes, staring at her in disbelief.]
First Day Spam -- Closed
He sits up quickly and looks himself over but doesn't see anything out of the norm. He runs through his checklist of facts: his name, birth date, list of family and friends' names. His room appears to be totally normal but he hesitates before making his way over to the door. He's wearing a red t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants as he unlocks and unalarms the door and peers out. No pillows and blankets. That's good at least. He closes it again and makes his way over to his communicator, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he checks the network but doesn't see any posts about anything unusual happening.
Okay. Maybe this won't be so bad, he thinks, resisting the urge to crawl back into bed and sleep only because he needs to check on his friends and make sure they're all okay. He tucks the communicator into the pocket of his pants and heads for the door again, resetting the alarm and locking it behind him. He makes his way up the stairs, stopping at the fifth floor so he can check on Lydia and he stops dead in his tracks when he sees her in the hallway. On the floor.
...and she has a tail. He gapes, staring at her in disbelief.]
...Lydia?