asgardmeridiem | JUNE INTRO MINGLE

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JUNE INTRO MINGLE

Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 274 and forward
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.

[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 275) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.

Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for June! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!

Have fun!]

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Stiles' hand pulled back from the curtain he was about to peek behind, looking for all the world like he hadn't done a damn thing. The picture of innocence. But then his brain started working and it told him that was a very familiar voice. It had to be, if it knew his name. Considering he'd just talked to Derek and told him where he could shove it, hearing what sounded so much like Scott calling his name had his head darting around, looking for the source.

And finding it.

"Scott! Dude!" Come here, Scott. You were getting the hug of all hugs. A big Stilinski hug, because the Stilinski men had no problem showing manly affection. "You got sucked in here too? That's just... great!" Well, maybe not really, but at least Stiles wasn't here all alone with a homicidal Alpha.

Scott happily threw himself into the hug with his best friend. Stiles had already answered Scott's question as to whether he remembered being here before Scott had even asked him. He was acting like this was the first time he'd been there, which Scott was used to.

"Dude, am I glad to see you." An extra pair of eyes to help look for Erica would be really useful right now. He couldn't let his happiness at Stiles' return distract him from finding the blonde, but he was definitely in a better mood now he knew his best friend was back. "I've been here a while now. Have you seen Erica?"

Stiles was smiling widely, beaming at finding his attached at the hip partner. The smile faltered just a little, his expression turning curious. "Wait, Erica's here too? So you, me, Erica, and... Derek?" He grumbled, the look on his face sinking to less than pleased. Great, so it was two bitchy wolves versus his kinda awesome one.

"And that would be a no, I haven't seen her."

"Derek? He's back?" Scott thought about contacting him but he didn't want Isaac to get in trouble with Derek for ending up in jail. As for Erica... well, Derek would probably just scare her if he was the one who found her.

"Allison's here too. So's Isaac, but he's in jail right now." He probably shouldn't have told Stiles that, since Isaac had told him to keep it between them, but Scott sucked at keeping secrets from Stiles. "Don't tell Erica where he is when we find her, okay? I think she's lost somewhere around here." He gestured for Stiles to walk with him while he looked around for any signs of the blonde. "I know she can usually take care of herself but she's different here." He clarified further, "She's from a different time. Before the bite."

"Derek's back? Wait, he was here before too? He said something about me being here. You know, I don't think I like this whole time jumpy crap. What if I died here before?" He wondered if that made this his reboot life. Aww, hell. How many of those did he have?

"Who isn't here?" Jackson, which was a plus. No one wanted Jackson here. Lydia, which was a huge minus, especially if Jackson wasn't here. "Wait, why do you think she's lost around here? And what do you mean, 'before the bite'? They can do that?"

"He's been here twice. You've been here, um..." Scott paused to count, his mouth slightly open. "I think this is your fourth time now. But you never remember being here before. Pretty weird, huh?"

At the mention of Stiles dying, Scott gave him a look to change the subject. "Dude, shut up. I don't want to think about you dying." Scott would rather die than let that happen.

"She sent me a video of where she was and I think I saw Odin's library in the background," Scott explained. "The last thing she remembers from home is being in hospital after she had that seizure in gym class. She hasn't met Derek yet. But even if she came here after Derek bit her, it wouldn't matter anyway. The gods took our werewolf abilities so we're practically human again." Scott grinned a little because this was one of the few positive things about this place. That and the fact that he and Allison could be together without having to sneak around.

"I've been here what? Four? How the hell are they doing that without me knowing?" Or maybe he knew and they wiped his memory. Or maybe it was an evil alternate universe version of him, with a little goatee and wicked ways.

He held his hands up, giving Scott his own look back. "Fine, fine. No dying Stiles conversation. I'm totally on board with that and would like to get it in writing that that won't be happening any time soon."

The werewolf news was both a curse and a blessing. "Wait, so you're not all wolfed out anymore? That's... kind of a bummer, dude. Now what good are you?" He was teasing, grinning as he pushed at Scott's shoulder. "Hold on. That means that Derek's not a werewolf either, right?" He broke out laughing, clapping and raising his arms in victory. "He can take his threats and choke on them!"

Life sounded pretty good right about now. All he needed to do was figure out how to Charlie McGee himself and it was on. He dragged his mind back to the problem at hand, his arms lowering. "Erica's around here, huh? Pre-chomp and still epileptic? Did they fix that when they brought her here, or did they not care that explosions and flashing lights might take out one of their players?"

Scott shoved back at Stiles playfully when he joked about him being useless now, though there was some truth to that made Scott wince inwardly. Without the bonuses that came with being a werewolf, Scott could barely protect himself in a fight, let alone others. And protecting people was kind of his thing so it's been hard for him to adjust to the fact that he can't get into a fight unless he wants to get his ass kicked and heal the old fashioned way.

He rolled his eyes a little at Stiles' reaction to Derk being human. "Yeah, just because he's not a werewolf here doesn't mean you should antagonize him, okay?" He gave Stiles a warning look. Scott wouldn't have to warn any normal person but clearly his best friend liked to live on the edge. "The first time he was here he had super strength." Knowing their luck, he was probably back with the same power.

"Isaac is in jail for getting caught stealing medication for her, so does that answer your question?" he said with a bit of a sigh.

"Hey, if you're all regular Scotted again, does that mean you still need your inhaler? Do you have one here? Do they even have a pharmacy here?" Stiles looked around as though a large red cross would just appear out of thin air and point out to him that there was a pharmacy or a hospital here and he wouldn't have to perform CPR on his best friend.

A finger came up, pointing at Scott. "I didn't start it. He did. Right back in with the treats like... well, like always." So what if Stiles had told him to go drink from a toilet? Dogs did it and lived. "I'll still set his pants on fire if he comes near me."

The answer had his head falling back, mouth open as a frustrated groan left him, a hand coming up to smack over his face. "Great. An epileptic and... whatever the hell's wrong with Isaac."

"Sometimes. It's not as bad it was before." Before Peter bit him, that is, but he definitely needed it after lots of running. He brought out an inhaler from his pocket he kept handy on him, showing it briefly to Stiles, mostly to put his best friend's mind at ease, before putting it away again. "Yeah, there's a pharmacy here. That's where Isaac tried to steal the drugs."

At the mention of fire, Scott eyed Stiles curiously. "Is that your power? Fire?"

Consider Stiles relieved. Having Scott here was a comfort. Watching Scott die would not be.

He shrugged. "That's what they told me. I, uh, haven't really tested it because, you know, city." He gestured around them. "I don't know what might go wrong, but there's always a chance something could go wrong."

Horribly, horribly wrong. He'd seen Firestarter. He knew what was up.

"Yeah... we should probably find a fire extinguisher first before you test it." Of all the powers Stiles could get, fire seemed like the most hazardous. "You might want to hold back from threatening Derek with fire too," Scott added, since the mention of fire was probably a sensitive issue for Derek. The last thing Scott wanted was for to Derek to snap Stiles' neck after reminding him that most of his family had been burned alive.

Stiles got a stubborn look on his face. "I will if he keeps his threats to himself. It's not exactly some kind of wonderful bonding experience, Scott. It's not endearing to constantly have someone threaten to rip your throat out or break you into tiny pieces. Kind of gets on your nerves." Especially when the person doing the threatening could effectively do all those things. But here, maybe, maybe there could be a level playing field and he might not wind up being the punching bag.

Rather than spend the rest of her time seeing just how things seemed to be panning out for her via the opinions of other people, Erica stopped focusing on the stream of negative information coming through the bracelet and instead kept an eye out for Scott. It meant something to her that he was at least talking to Derek as though she wasn't useless.

Her arms folded across her chest, watching the crowd and trying to find him so that she could at least get back to Hel sooner rather than later. Isaac had ignored her text and she knew that much since he'd been talking to Derek. She just wanted to be somewhere else.

Thankfully, she actually heard him before she saw him. Well, to be more accurate she heard Stiles first. Cutting through the crowd, she stepped away from the steps and toward the sound of voices until she could get a line of sight on them. She waved, briefly, and then found her way to stand in front of them.

"Sorry, again. The whole..." Erica gestured over her shoulder to the library. "I thought I could just use the map, but I guess I'm still learning how it works."

"Dude, I know," Scott agreed with how much Derek got on their nerves. "I just don't want you to get hurt..."

He trailed off when he caught sight of Erica coming towards them.

"It's okay, you'll get used to your way around here," he told her comfortingly. "I actually have to go. There's something I need to do." Bail Isaac out of jail, to be specific. He reminded Stiles with a significant look to not say anything to Erica about where Isaac was. "Stiles will keep you company, won't you?" He looked at Stiles hopefully.

"I'm not going to get hurt." Except for the part where he probably would. Derek still had size and strength on him, even without his werewolf abilities. And if he got some kind of strength boost here, he may as well be a werewolf again.

Then Erica was there and Stiles was surprised at the way she looked. He remembered this Erica; quiet, meek, unsure of herself and everything around her. He hadn't noticed her much beyond her being there until after she'd been bitten. Then he'd noticed her after she'd, you know, smashed his face in with his starter. Bitch.

But this was a different version of her. Before all of that. He looked up at Scott, surprised to suddenly have her passed off on him, but then he remembered his other problem. Isaac. Damn betas. "Yeah, sure. We can poke around and try to get our bearings together. Nothing at all wrong with leaving two veritable strangers alone in a sea of the unknown."

Erica nodded, glancing to Scott and wondering if this was just the beginning of everyone leaving her to figure things out for herself. Derek was here now, so that meant things would change. It only reinforced the thought that no one actually would've hung out with her if they had a choice. Having better options is always better. Even she knew that.

"I know where the library is." Which was her attempt at a joke, since that was about the only building she could find in this district.

Exhaling, she nodded, "Bye, Scott." She was still capable of being polite to people who were no doubt going to abandon her. She at least had the day at the zoo where things had been okay.

"Great!" Scott clapped Stiles on the shoulder and squeezed it. "Come by my pet store in Freya later and we'll catch up more, okay? It's really good to have you back." Not that Stiles remembered being here the three previous times, but whatever, it was the thought that counted.

He didn't mean to make Erica feel like he was ditching her, he was just worried the longer he left Isaac in jail, the more likely he was going to get into more trouble, like by starting a fight with his cellmate...

Yeah, Scott seriously needed to get out of here.

"Later, dude! Bye, Erica!" And with that, he was rushing off to find the other beta.

"But..." And Scott was gone. Stiles might want to take a serious inventory of his friends soon, because it was obvious he was no longer a priority to most of them. It didn't surprise him in the slightest that Scott was working in a pet store. Maybe being around animals gave him that kind of comfort attachment to being back home. Which had Stiles wondering if he was going to be expected to get a job, and if so, what the hell would he do?

He turned to Erica, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he tried to pretend this all wasn't completely and utterly awkward. "So... The library, huh? You live in Odin too?"

Erica watched Scott head off and then she was with Stiles. Stiles who had barely said two words to her in all the time she'd known him.

At his question, she glanced to him, "Oh, no -- I live in Hel, same as Isaac." She paused, giving herself a moment. "Sorry you got stuck with me."

She may not remember him talking to her, but he certainly remembered his interactions with his version of her. It was strange to see her like she was before she'd been drawn into the mess of werewolfery. It was hard to try to forget the overcompensating confidence level and the aggression that she'd used to make up for years of the bullying she'd received from her epilepsy. It had him conflicted in how to react to her. On the one hand, he couldn't really hold her responsible for future-her's actions. On the other hand, she'd seemed to enjoy the few times she'd pushed him around. But it wasn't like she was all bad. Hey, she'd thought he'd make a good Batman. That gave her some clearance points. He idly wondered if this Erica would think the same thing. It was easier to think of them as separate entities, separate versions, since he had a hard time seeing the she-wolf in the person in front of him

"Why be sorry? Maybe you'll keep me from doing something that might get my head lopped off. Or worse." There was probably a worse. "Do you, uh, want to go back to your place?"

That came out so wrong. He tried not to show how much of an idiot he felt for that, asking instead, "I mean, do you want us to go back to your district? Or were you here for a reason?"

She gave him an odd look at his quick correction. It was just a normal question that anyone would ask. Fingertips tugged at the edge of her sleeves, glancing around, "Oh, I was just looking around. Trying to figure out the map."

Erica pushed at her sleeve, touching to her bracelet. "It seemed simple and then it wasn't. Are you here in this district?" It seemed pointless for him to go all the way to Hel if he lived here.

"Yeah. I only just got here, so I figured I'd see what was up. No reason why I can't see what's up in your area. Unless you'd rather go by yourself?" She didn't seem exactly keen on having him around, which kind of made him want to find out why. Normally when people didn't like him, it was for a reason. Or because they were evil douche bags.

Erica for the most part was just trying to start steering clear of the Beacon Hills group. Derek's arrival had given her a small insight into the future and it seemed Derek felt she was useless the way she was right now and she didn't really feel like finding out what the opinions of everyone else were. She had been through that for most of her life, why would she want it here too?

Her glance was slightly skeptical, because even if he was trying to be nice and find out where things are, shouldn't he be looking for where he lived?

"You don't want to find your house first?"

"Already did. Found my room. Went down the completely bitching slide inside. Then thought I'd come out here and poke around." Did he mention he had to share a bathroom with a girl? Because he did. A girl, Erica. A strange, unknown girl. Was he going to have to be trained to put the seat down? Unfair.

Heterolifemate!

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