That was me. My best friend was so tired of me by the time I finished it. To be fair, though, I was high out of my mind when I wrote it. [ Okay yeah, John is. Definitely not who you would expect to find in what is a military funded location, but then again someone decided that making giant robots to pilot was an excellent way to combat giant fucking monsters right out of the Godzilla films, so hey. He thinks he fits right in.
Gesturing with his clipboard, he turns and makes his way back towards the way he came. ] You're gonna meet a couple MP but they're not the type that'll go off telling your dad, if that's what you mean.
[ Stiles is not the only snoop. ] I'm not saying shit, so you're good. C'mon.
..Dude. [ Stiles cannot believe his fucking life right now. Of all the people to get assigned under, he's here with a dude who's name is probably fake, who wrote a thesis on Kaiju shit when he was high as a kite.
He's getting the feeling they're going to be good friends. The smile on his face is kind of Scott McCall levels of wide, and he follows after him immediately, hoisting his backpack over his shoulders again and striding quick to keep up.
Even if he's a snoop. Stiles is so fine with that. ] Sweet. So, what's the lab like?
[ John shoots Stiles an enormous grin like a fucking Cheshire Cat at the reaction, and shrugs his shoulders loosely before he dodges around a crate cart before he can get run over by it. He knows they're gonna be getting along just fine, to be honest.
He flips through his paperwork before heading for the elevator, tapping in the numbers on the keypad before he pulls out a set of pages that've been paperclipped together. ] The lab's pretty good, considering it's American funded and in the same state as the initial attack. You got places like... fucking Hong Kong that's kind of on the scrawny side, but damn is that place put together. We've got a lot more samples, though, and they're better kept. Half a secondary brain, a heart...
[ He offers Stiles the papers. ] Map of the dome, numbers for the elevators, yatta ya. You're still gonna get lost for a week or two, but it's good to have anyways.
[ Stiles immediately takes the papers and starts to flip through them. This place looks like a nightmare but he's imagining it sort of like the station back in Beacon Hills, long destroyed; like a second home. The familiar schematics, the terms, the officers walking up and down the hallways...it's the kind of thing Stiles could get used to.
Listening attentively-ish, Stiles cranes his head and looks around as they walk, feeling like he's totally allowed to look like a tourist, until John says-- ] Oh my god, you guys have a kaiju heart?!
[ If he could light up any more, Stiles could be used to power a jaeger--a heart was the kind of thing he'd been hoping to get his hands on for his research. He'd been trying to understand Kaiju blood since the day it killed his mother, but without any understanding of it's circulatory system, it was pretty much useless. Grinning and stuffing the papers messily into his pockets, he jams his hands in after. ] I gotta see it like yesterday, dude, oh my god.
[ Reaching to calmly snag the sleeve of Stiles' button down while he's looking at the papers, John brings him into the spacious elevator and watches the doors close as he digs around in his pockets to try and find the temporary pass he got for Stiles to use as he milled around the base. But once they're off the elevators, he shrugs it off since the kid's gonna be on his heels for a while.
It's when his attention whips and focuses on the heart that he offers him a bit of a crooked smile. ] It's not beating-- we couldn't get it operational again due to being too damaged-- but I think you're gonna shit yourself over it anyways.
[ He remembers the thesis, remembers reading the fierce determination in his words even before he'd seen Stiles in person. He hoped that the heart could help, that they could get something for him that would work. ] Let's drop your shit off, then we can head down. [ A glance at his papers tell him which way he needs to go, before he's coming to a stop outside one of the many doors of the hall. ]
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Gesturing with his clipboard, he turns and makes his way back towards the way he came. ] You're gonna meet a couple MP but they're not the type that'll go off telling your dad, if that's what you mean.
[ Stiles is not the only snoop. ] I'm not saying shit, so you're good. C'mon.
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He's getting the feeling they're going to be good friends. The smile on his face is kind of Scott McCall levels of wide, and he follows after him immediately, hoisting his backpack over his shoulders again and striding quick to keep up.
Even if he's a snoop. Stiles is so fine with that. ] Sweet. So, what's the lab like?
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He flips through his paperwork before heading for the elevator, tapping in the numbers on the keypad before he pulls out a set of pages that've been paperclipped together. ] The lab's pretty good, considering it's American funded and in the same state as the initial attack. You got places like... fucking Hong Kong that's kind of on the scrawny side, but damn is that place put together. We've got a lot more samples, though, and they're better kept. Half a secondary brain, a heart...
[ He offers Stiles the papers. ] Map of the dome, numbers for the elevators, yatta ya. You're still gonna get lost for a week or two, but it's good to have anyways.
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Listening attentively-ish, Stiles cranes his head and looks around as they walk, feeling like he's totally allowed to look like a tourist, until John says-- ] Oh my god, you guys have a kaiju heart?!
[ If he could light up any more, Stiles could be used to power a jaeger--a heart was the kind of thing he'd been hoping to get his hands on for his research. He'd been trying to understand Kaiju blood since the day it killed his mother, but without any understanding of it's circulatory system, it was pretty much useless. Grinning and stuffing the papers messily into his pockets, he jams his hands in after. ] I gotta see it like yesterday, dude, oh my god.
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It's when his attention whips and focuses on the heart that he offers him a bit of a crooked smile. ] It's not beating-- we couldn't get it operational again due to being too damaged-- but I think you're gonna shit yourself over it anyways.
[ He remembers the thesis, remembers reading the fierce determination in his words even before he'd seen Stiles in person. He hoped that the heart could help, that they could get something for him that would work. ] Let's drop your shit off, then we can head down. [ A glance at his papers tell him which way he needs to go, before he's coming to a stop outside one of the many doors of the hall. ]