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[studmuffin]

When: August 14th.
Rating: R.
Characters: Everyone! Tell your friends!
Summary: There are no Star Wars people in the City so let's have ourselves a bit of education.

What started off as a brosession quickly turned into a free for all movie night. Not that Stiles minds considering, but it means he has to plan and execute everything a lot more smoothly. So when Saya offers up the equipment they need he jumps at the chance.

Isaac helps cart everything about - werewolf strength, Stiles is envious -, and together they track down a space in Xanadu and fill it. It's not a hot night but it's warm and balmy and nobody's going to end up with pneumonia. Squashy beanbags get borrowed off a particularly hipster coffee shop and placed liberally about the place. They take what they can, couches that fit out of doors and large obnoxious cushions so everyone has a place to settle. There's a fuckton of candy too. Stiles pretty much wipes out a weeks allowance alone getting it and the soda. But if he's doing something he's doing it properly and he texts everyone the time and the place and all but collapses into a beanbag.

When people arrive he'll move. Honest.

Comments

[daggers]

Allison's still trying to get the hang out this place, but she figures one of the best ways to do that is to actually break out of her shell and talk to new people. She's holding Lydia's spot on the couch for the meantime, and she's almost made her way through an entire bag of Twizzlers singlehandedly. At least they're low-calorie?

She's spinning one between her fingers when she spots a newcomer taking a seat on a nearby couch, and while her mouth is currently full, she lifts a hand to wave, the rope candy wiggling from her fingers.

yes good come to me

[medicos]

Bones hasn't seen her before, but he figures that she's a friend of Scott or Stiles, someone new or something he just hasn't seen before today, so it'd only be polite to stand up and introduce himself to her, wouldn't it?

"Leonard McCoy," he says gruffly, holding out his hand. At least, he's managed a thin smile. "You a friend of Scott or Stiles'?"

:DDD

[daggers]

She deftly switches the half-eaten candy from one hand to the other so that she can reach out and take his hand, still smiling.

"Allison Argent," she answers, giving his hand a firm shake. (She's Chris Argent's daughter, she's not going to be giving anyone a limp handshake.) "Both, actually. We're all from the same town."

[medicos]

He admires that handshake. Also, he already sort of knows you, Allison. From Scott. Go figure, but he's not going to say anything, obviously. He's just going to nod.

"Beacon Hills, right? California?" he asked. "I've never been there, but I've been living in San Francisco for a past few years. Moved there from the south."

[daggers]

"That's the one," she replies, nodding slowly. She's starting to get a good idea of how many people Scott and Stiles actually know around here - which means she doesn't need to give too involved of a backstory.

"And now we're all here. Small world, apparently. Or worlds. I'm still not sure how this all works."

[medicos]

"You get used to it." Well, sort of, if you're a Trekkie, it's much easier to accept for sure. "Just make sure to ask where and when a person's from before talking to them so you don't step on any toes. That's always the case when someone's new."

[daggers]

"You mean - in case you accidentally say something that completely blows their mind?" Allison replies, a grin slowly spreading.

All the while, in the back of her head, she's reminded of what Scott had told her about certain people here who are actually fictional in their own world.

[medicos]

"Something like that," he says. "Like now, I'm gonna tell you that I am from the future, and you're from the twenty-third century. In a regular day to day conversation, you'd think I'm crazy but not here."

[daggers]

"Definitely not here. I'm learning never to rule anything out," Allison says, nodding thoughtfully.

"How long have you been here, Mr. McCoy?"