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[A pair of big brown doe eyes are peering into the camera at extreme closeup, like he's trying to dive into the lens and spot people on the other side. Finally, the eyes pull back, and the video focuses on the rest of the face to go along with the eyes. It's a teenager, with a really weird and ambivalent expression on his face. In the background are his new digs, still shiny and new and clean, and obviously a suite in the Earth sector.]

Wow, okay. This Skype connection is weird, it says I'm on but it's not giving me any user names or pings or anything. It's either broken or I'm doing it wrong, either of which is possible, I guess.

Um.

Yeah, so, I'm Stiles, I'm seventeen, I'm new here and I'm apparently dead. Or something, maybe not. Gotta love that whole hot mess. I thought the afterlife was supposed to be a bit more, you know, well-defined and concrete. ...For an ethereal possibility that's never been proven, except on bad basic cable "Reality" shows.

[Oh, the sarcasm.]

Anyway. Okay, this is a long shot, but does the town name Beacon Hills mean anything to anybody here? Maybe? Beacon Hills, California? 94166? Yes? Holla at yo hometown. ...Please?

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...Aliens and werewolves and Egyptian afterlives, oh my.

[He mutters that mostly to himself, before peering at the tribble.]

It's like a rabbit that forgot to purchase the optional "head" feature.

You nailed it.

[A smile touches her lips at that.]

On both counts. Except they've got twice the libido of a bunny. These things reproduce faster than homework assignments on a holiday weekend.

[Hey, she's learning about the pains of school, what with Xavier and all.]

...Oh crud, do we have to go to school here?

I was kinda looking forward to ditching, and then finally living my dream to become a famous pirate-ninja. Or maybe Batman.

You heard of a hell without school?

[A smug smile this time, though she waves off his concern.]

There's nothing real official here, but some weirdos have been asking for one. Me, I've got more of a private lessons thing when I need it. [She assumes, at least; Ororo's been good with her powers lately (IGNORING CERTAIN ILL TURTLES, a-hem), so she's not worried about asking Xavier for a hand.]

You, on the other hand? Pirate-ninja all you want.

Valid point.

...I'm totally gonna turn my new place into an infamous pirate-ninja lair. It's just necessary now.

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You better have a parrot and an eye-patch next time I see you.

[Just sayin' that you can't do pirate-anything without that, lbr.]

Naaaah, those are for amateur pirates. I'm going full peg-leg.

What's your name?

Nice. This place could use some piracy.

[Says the carjacker.]

Ororo. This the part where I say it's been a slice?

If you want to. Only if it feels organic, coming from a genuine place inside you.

[This? Is a tribble-chilled laugh.]

Stiles, right? You are so a breath of fresh air.

[He grins at that, looking pleased with himself.]

Thanks! I'll try to use my powers only for good.

[That gives her actual pause.]

Hey, about that. What's your deal? You phase through walls? Super strength?

[He makes a little face. He had a feeling this was gonna come up, what with the casual attitude toward werewolves, afterlives, and other weirdness happening here.]

I can speed read. And I can tell you about all the major Batman movies, including the one with George Clooney that wasn't very good. And I can figure out mysteries pretty quickly. Mostly. And I have a best friend who's a werewolf.

[Werewolves aren't even the half of it, boy-o, sry2say.]

So, you're a nerd with a best friend complex? [A shrug.] I guess that's chill.

This friend of yours here?

[Because, seriously, werewolves? Weird.]

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Nnnnnope. Or at least I haven't seen him yet.

Scott! If you're here, yell my name.

[She raises an eyebrow.]

These werewolves back home just... come if you call them? Must be a sweet treat you offer for heeling.

...Scott's my biffle and he always answers when I call. ...Or most of the time. The other werewolves, not so much.

Then my guess is he's not here.

[There's almost a tone of sympathy for him.]

So. Human and friends with a werewolf. He never bit you or whatever werewolves do to humans where you come from?

I don't want to be a werewolf. It was offered to me, and I said no. It's a...thing.

Allergic?

[Ororo understands the idea of a rough story behind it, so her question's an easy out if he wants it. Take it and run or share what he wants; no big deal to her either way.]

Yeah. I'm allergic to werewolves. That's it exactly.

[Soooo much rolling of the eyes.]

Hey, it could be possible.

[She sticks her tongue out at him -- so there!]

[He sticks his tongue back at her.]

I plead the fifth, and I'll get back to you later.

Deal. [She raps her knuckles against the desk.] Court is adjourned?

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