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Okay that is terrifying. Remind me not to sleep too well at night, okay buddy?

[ He pats Andyr's bicep awkwardly. That's probably a bad idea when you're dealing with people from the future who might airlock you in your in sleep. ]

Uh, my name is Stiles, by the way.

[ And then he goes for a handshake. Definitely not awkward. ]

[ bro you're getting a look for that arm touch. thankfully, Andyr isn't feeling too prickly at the moment (this is actually him in a decent mood, imagine that), so all it is is a look. followed by a snort. ]

Please. I don't need you asleep to take you. Besides, I'd feel bad for waking Alva up.

[ he's a peach. Andyr glances down, to stare at the hand offered for a shake, and back up, looking for a moment like he's going to refuse. when was the last time someone actually shook his hand? or bothered introducing themself to him? or so much as acknowledged his existence? yeah, okay, fine. somewhat awkwardly, Andyr takes the hand offered, giving it a shake, and letting quickly go. ]

Andyr.

[ After months of Derek a werewolf slamming into walls and smacking his face into things, a look really isn't going to do much to deter Stiles. ]

That was a joke, right? You're... funny?

[ Words might deter him, though. Good old threatening, frightening words. ]

[ At least he isn’t likely to go throwing Stiles around until Stiles actually does something offensive. But being creepy? It’s his favorite. ]

Was it?

[ A thoughtful face here. HM. WE JUST DON’T KNOW, STILES. ]

But thanks. Here, check it out. Space. [ you have arrived at your destination: the observation deck. ]

[ For his own sanity, he's going with believing that it was a joke. It had to have been, right? Not important right now. What's really important is the whole space thing. In fact, his face is pretty much the picture of awed. ]

Holy crap. It's space!

[ He looks back at Andyr and then out into space again. ]

Are you seeing this?

"I'm Stiles." He takes Peter's hand and shakes it, not thinking too much about being made fun of. After dealing with werewolf social skills all the time, he's just happy that no one's hitting him or threatening to rip his throat out. It's a pretty good day. "So are there a lot of teenagers here? Because I don't think I'm equipped to crew a space ship. Are you?"

His handshake is on the side of too quick and Peter drops Stiles hand with the same smile still on his face. "There's a few of us here. Not a lot, but enough that you won't be around kids or the middle aged all day. And all you new people just showed up, so who knows how many there are now."

A few more, probably. But enough that Peter knew he'd be entertained for a weeks yet.

"Are any of us? I mean, a few people here actually have been on ships before so they're doing pretty good at it. But I can do what they stuck me in and it's not like they're asking me to steer." He shrugs. The bigger, more important jobs went to people who knew how to do them, or so he thought.

"Well, that's a relief. For a minute I was worried that we were careening through space on a ship that no one actually knows how to fly." He's not even sure if he's joking or not. Maybe he's too busy being overwhelmed.

"What about school? Sports? Anything normal?" Not that Stiles lives entirely in the normal, but he does value some of it, anyway.

"We haven't crashed in the six months I've been here, so someone must know what they're doing. I assume."

Peter's nose wrinkles, shaking his head. "School? That's what you want to ask about? Dude. You are in space. There are aliens living on this thing. There is a tree here that grows cats. We once stopped on a planet where whales could fly. And you're worried about school? I mean, yeah. They have it here but why would you go?"

Priorities, Stiles. This is a total get out of homework forever trip. Peter wouldn't bother going if he didn't owe the teaching staff.

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There's a lot of details in there and Stiles files them all away for later, but some details stick out more than others, especially when he's already had some issues with magical trees. "What kind of tree grows cats?"

Priorities! School at least represents some sense of normalcy, but he's realizing that this place isn't just weird for being in space. It might be Beacon Hills weird, too.

"The space kind." Which was his way of saying he had no idea. Rosethorn had tried to explain it once, so had the people who's world the plant was actually from. It was a lot of magic and science that went far over Peter's head, so he just wrote it off as an alien thing. "It's more kittens that full grown cats though. It's kind of cute once you get over how freaky it is."

As cute as kittens sprouting off tree branches could be. But the cat tree had stopped being weird around the time skeletons started giving him life advice. At some point everything the ship threw at him stopped being weird and started to be expected.

Stiles levels him with a completely flat look. "How long did it take you to get over how freaky it is that a tree is growing kittens?"

Man, he wishes Scott was here. Or Lydia. Anyone from back home who knows about all the supernatural stuff, because he's so out of his element right now and on top of that, he can't even ask people the questions he really wants to ask.

"Is that not as weird for you as it should be or something?"

"Not that long, honestly. I met a talking skeleton, like, a week before that. So."

It's probably rude to keep trotting out Sans as his go to answer for how weird the ship could be. But it usually got the best reactions so Peter just smiles and waits to see if Stiles would freak out.

"Weird is pretty relative around here. I mean, most people back home would find me really weird."

"Oh really?" Stiles is not at all smooth as his mind starts racing. Is he just an over-enthusiastic emo band fan or a werewolf or what? It could be anything.

"I'm not really... uh... So what makes you so weird?" He's just going to plow right through to real questions.

This is Peter's favorite part, an opening to show off just what made him different.

For a moment, Peter just stands there to make sure he's got Stile's attention. In the next, he's gone with nothing but displaced air to show for it. A few moments later, he's back, pulling his googles back down around his neck and waving around some food from the mess hall. He smiles, thumps Stiles on the shoulder.

"Get it?"

"Uhhh..." For just a moment, he looks like a deer caught in headlights before he manages to find his words again. "There've just been a lot of weird deaths in my town and my dad's the sheriff. Active imagination, you know?"

He hopes that that sounds convincing, because the last thing he wants to do is talk about werewolves or druids or any of the other crazy things in Beacon Hills.

While Stiles is clearly uncomfortable and covering for something, it might have more to do with how that story would sound to a stranger. Weird deaths? That could mean a lot of different things, and Snake isn't one to just let something like that go.

"What do you mean by weird?" he asks as he starts moving down the hall. He should make his way back to his room so he can get a shower, but seeing how he started moving mid-conversation, he expects Stiles to follow along for at least part of the walk back.

Being mostly unsure of where anything is or where he's going, Stiles follows along without really thinking much of it.

"There are a lot of animal attacks. More than any other towns like ours. And some weird murders, too. Last year, a girl was found in two pieces. This year, there was a string of murders that were kind of... ritualistic." The fact that all of these things have involved werewolves and werewolf-adjacent creatures doesn't have to be mentioned.

The weird murders are actually easier to explain. "Sounds like a serial killer," Snake mumbles to himself as he navigates the hallway, clearly familiar with the ship's layout. "Your dad must have one hell of an investigation on his hands." It's not the sort of thing that a smaller town would be prepared for, although Stiles hasn't actually said anything about the size of his hometown. Still, Snake has a feeling.

"The animal attacks, though... is there something environmental that's making them more aggressive?" It may not matter out here in space, but Snake can't help but wonder all the same.

The mention of Stiles' dad has guilt bubbling up in his chest. His father must be worried, because Stiles knows that he's worried about how his dad might be getting along without him there.

"You know I really don't know anything about that, because I'm just a normal teenager who does normal teenaged things." Except he might not be the best liar.

Well, that isn't suspicious at all.

It's not like Snake is here to bust Stiles or anything like that. Whatever he got up to back home when his father didn't want him involved doesn't have much to do with him. But the sloppy attempt to act like he knows nothing is insulting, to say the least.

That's not going to work on a spy, Stiles.

Snake sighs and shakes his head. "Look, whatever secrets you have where you come from don't mean much here. We're in space, and most people here won't even be from the same planet as you."

"Oh cool. I don't... know a lot about your culture."

Really, he doesn't know anything at all, but he doesn't want to ask the kind of questions that are going to make him sound racist, so he's just going to throw that out there and see if she volunteers anything. Yeah, this is definitely smooth.

"You wouldn't be the only one. Don't sweat it." Her galaxy is the only one with her kind as far as she could tell, so only the few from home knew anything about togruta like her. She's pretty much used to that fact by now. And besides that, she wasn't even raised with the. She knew of them, of how things worked on her home planet, but her way of life was the way of the Jedi.

"Oh okay. I don't want to be rude, but where I'm from, everyone's pretty human." Or human-adjacent, but he doesn't really want to draw attention to the fact that he's Mister Runs-With-Werewolves.

"So this is new. Yeah..." He shrugs awkwardly.

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