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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[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?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

That's okay. Scritches are good too. He's good with those.

"Pretty close," Ellen says. "Take one of the napkins, with the word 'Milliways' printed on it, and keep it in your pocket or something. Then when you want to come here, concentrate on it while you step through a door. That usually works for me."

[whatisastiles]

"Okay. I'm def'n'ly coming back. Can I have that one?" he asks, pointing to one of the napkins on Ellen's table.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Sure," says Ellen, and hands it over. "Oh, you'll like this- you can order something to drink from the Bar just by asking, and it'll appear. Or you can order from the rats. They're very clean, and they understand everything you say."

She points to one of them; it's trotting past with a tray of dishes for the kitchen to wash up.

[whatisastiles]

"Do they talk?"

Mom's reading him a book with talking rats. It's a really good book, but Mom says real rats don't talk.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"If they do, they've never talked to me," Ellen says. "They mostly just squeak. And sometimes they make faces if they think someone's being foolish."

[whatisastiles]

"Bummer." Talking rats would've been cool.

"Hi Mr. Rat!" he calls to the nearest one. "Can I have some chocolate milk?"

He recalls a frequent reminder from Mom.

"Please?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The rat chitters and runs off. "He'll be back in a minute," Ellen says. "The Bar's magic, but the rats have to actually use the kitchen."

[whatisastiles]

"This place is the best!" he says. "Usually I have to drink reg'lar milk. Don't tell my mom," he says solemnly.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Don't worry, I won't," says Ellen. "I probably won't even ever see her. I kinda think we might be from two different places."

The rat, meanwhile, returns with the chocolate milk.

[whatisastiles]

"I'm from Beacon Hills," he says, over a chocolate milk mustache. "In California, in the United States of America. Where are you from?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Now, Ellen could give him all the details. But he's what, seven? Maybe? At that age she was having trouble understanding why they didn't have windows or open the Vault door. So-

"Washington, DC," she says, "but in the future. I'm from the year 2278. It's going to be 2279 very soon."

[whatisastiles]

"Whoooooa. You're from the future? Do you have spaceships and stuff?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Well," says Ellen, "I've been on a spaceship, and it's still up in orbit and some of my friends are on it. It's an alien spaceship, though. Does that count?"

[whatisastiles]

"That totally counts! Could you see the whole Earth?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"A lot of it," Ellen says, "but we weren't high up enough to see the whole world at once. Not even when I had to put on a spacesuit and walk on the outside of the ship because some things didn't work."

Mind, she was too busy hyperventilating to really look towards the planet.

[whatisastiles]

"Were you scared to walk in space? Did you know there's no air there?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I was terrified ," Ellen admits. "There's no air *and* it's huge and dark and cold. And you can't hear anything except your suit making noise around you, either. "