Stiles Stilinski (
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Stiles Stilinski's First Entrance (for real this time!)
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?]
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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Mom's reading him a book with talking rats. It's a really good book, but Mom says real rats don't talk.
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"Hi Mr. Rat!" he calls to the nearest one. "Can I have some chocolate milk?"
He recalls a frequent reminder from Mom.
"Please?"
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The rat, meanwhile, returns with the chocolate milk.
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"Washington, DC," she says, "but in the future. I'm from the year 2278. It's going to be 2279 very soon."
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Mind, she was too busy hyperventilating to really look towards the planet.
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"Is everyone an astronaut like you in the future?"
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"He's never seen aliens before."
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