Stiles Stilinski's First Entrance (for real this time!)

[whatisastiles]

Stiles Stilinski is trying to solve one of the greatest mysteries of his young life, and he's six now, so he's knows from mysteries. Mom and Dad are taking him to a baseball game (Go Beacon Hills Bluebirds!), but he can't find his baseball glove anywhere.

He runs back into his room—Dad says if he's not ready in five minutes they're leaving without him—double checks under the bed, then pulls open the closet. It looks like he took a wrong turn on the way to Narnia, cause he's just walked into some sort of restaurant, and some of the people there definitely don't look like they belong in Beacon Hills.

He reacts pretty much as you'd expect a boy this curious and enthusiastic about the world would.

"This is so cool!"



[ooc: Stiles doesn't know that his 16 year old self was just here the other day. Be a doll and don't tell him, kay?]

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[not_his_pa]

William looks up when he enters and grins, "Yeah, it is. Where did you mean to end up?"

[whatisastiles]

"My closet."

[not_his_pa]

"This ain't it, this is Milliways and time stops while you're here."

[whatisastiles]

"How's it do that?"

[not_his_pa]

"Magic, the good sort of magic,"

William pushes out a chair at his table for Stiles, he's eating some cookies as he reads and there are too many for just him.

[whatisastiles]

"Coooool," he says, trying to climb up onto the chair and almost knocking it over in the process.

"Can you do magic?"

[not_his_pa]

"No, I can't do any. I"m pretty borin' compared to other folks here,"

He shifts his foot to steady the chair.

[whatisastiles]

"Do you have a magic closet too?"

[not_his_pa]

"No, I never know where my door's goin' to show up but its usually in the barn."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Baroo?"

That'd be the spotted grey and black dog with one blue eye and one brown eye, who was just settling in with a piece of some kind of hide or jerky or something. The human next to him, an Asian-looking girl with grey hair and some interesting scars, looks up from her table and smiles. "Oh," she says, 'you're new, aren't you?"

[whatisastiles]

"Guess so," he says. "Nice dog."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Thank you," Ellen says. "My name's Ellen. He's Dogmeat. Welcome to Milliways- don't worry, you can go back any time."

[whatisastiles]

"Dogmeat?!" That's a really funny name, he thinks. Definitely giggle worthy.

"Hi, Ellen. I'm Stiles," he pronounces carefully.

"What's a Milliways?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh yes. A friend of mine is from a tribe out West, and her people have a very important dog named Dogmeat in their history. This one is named after him."

Dogmeat wags his tail. He understands his name! People are paying attention to him! Hooray!

"It's good to meet you, Stiles," Ellen says. "And this place is Milliways. It's a bar and restaurant and a place to stay overnight if you have to. It tends to surprise people the first time they find it- like now."

[whatisastiles]

Stiles tries to take most of that in, but he's not really sure what she means about the tribe out West. Is she an Indian? She doesn't really look like an Indian. Then again, he's not sure if he's ever met a real Indian, so she could be.

"Is it okay if I pet him?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Sure," says Ellen. "Hold your hand out to him first, with the palm up. That way he can smell you. Um, he might try to lick your hand, too. He does that a lot."

Ooh. MORE attention. Maybe there will be food, thinks Dogmeat. Who, after all, is smart but not a wonder dog by any stretch of the imagination.

[whatisastiles]

Stiles concentrates on following her directions, and is rewarded with the promised licks. He laughs and scratches Dogmeat between the ears. (No food, though. Sorry, Dogmeat.)

"Can I come here anytime I want?"

[the_lioness]

"Hmph," adds another boy, older and far more grumpy, sitting at a table nearby with his arms wrapped around his waist. One presumes it is his waist anyway, being where waists usually occur, but it is hard to tell through the general roundness of several layers of clothing.

There's a sword on the table. A real sword.

"I tried to tell them to build a bigger fire."

[whatisastiles]

To be honest he's not really sure what to concentrate on, the sword or fire. So he gapes for a moment before arriving at... both!

"Told who? What's on fire? Why do you have a sword?"

[the_lioness]

Alanna blinks.

"The staff, wood, and," she answers all at once, "because I'd be a poor knight without one."

D'uh.

[whatisastiles]

"You're a real knight?"

He thought knights would be... bigger.

[the_lioness]

A real knight, as opposed to a fake one? Someone just pretending?

A lying fake?

Alanna frowns, her chin lifting.

"Not yet," she grumbles. "I'm a squire. A knight in training."

Beat.

"I will be."

She will.

[whatisastiles]

"A skwi-ire," he repeats slowly. "Coooool."

"How old are you? You don't look like a grown up."

[the_lioness]

Hmph.

"Sixteen."

The urge to justify her right to be who she is, who she wants to be, is so strong she has to bite back the usual I'm small for my age.

"How old are you?"

[whatisastiles]

"I'm six," he says proudly. "Not as old as you."

You know, just in case she can't do math.

"If I'm a squire can I have a sword too?"