[ So he's heard some vague horror stories about Gliese. Nothing concrete but definitely someone to look out for. Maybe that's why it takes a while to get to the right rover. It's not like he doesn't know where it is. But he's not exactly in any rush to get whatever comeuppance is coming to him.
So, yeah, half out of fear, half out of lackadaisical teenage flippancy that he shows up at the right place and raps his knuckles sharply against the door. A few times. A few times more. He's gonna do it until it opens. ]
Look no matter what flowers i end up giving her? theyre soooo not gonna help. Not to mention that theres like no freaking possible way i could get them in time
She asked for flowers. You try showing up with no flowers. And according to certain Sci-Fi tales, the only real danger on most alien worlds are which green lady to seduce first.
Hey Stiles. [ Oh god, why did she decide to make this personal and leave a voicemail? Right, because a text message would totally suck. Lydia knows this by experience, but of course now that she's started talking it's getting harder to go on. Good thing it's early enough that he didn't pick up. ] I don't know how to do this, so I'm just going to say, I'm sorry. You'll know why by now and probably hate me for it, but ... [ she pauses. ] Trust me on this, okay? Banshees should know more about their own death than anyone else. Not that I've been the most reliable one— God, that's not what I meant. Just— Don't do something stupid. You're smart, Stiles. Work this out for me, if I can't.
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day 3; busts this open
TO: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
Hey, have your eggs hatched yet?
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TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
Do i look that lucky? Not a peep out of either of them.
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
Literally sleeping with an alien baby egg last night though it's like you think your life can't get any weirder
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
and then space happens
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TO: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
Still? Well, you might be luckier than you realize. Maybe we could trade?
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TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
I think benedict's starting to crack. the little pisshead can't hide from me long.
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
wait hang on why trade
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
did yours hatch??? Lydia
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
what's in there
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
pics pls
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TO: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
Yes it hatched. It only takes a few hours, what the hell have you been doing?
[ now is not the time to nitpick, martin. ]
FROM: martin.lydia@cdc.org
TO: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
Hard to take a pic when it's trying to bite me, Stiles!
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TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
They bite?? i mean what a shocker but still
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
TO: martin.lydia@cdc.org
do you need help?
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TO: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
Alien eggs that hatch creatures that bite is a shocker for you?
FROM: martin.lydia@cdc.org
TO: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
I need to figure out what it wants! And where the other one went probably...
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I dont know, they could have been the cute cuddly ET kind leave me alone
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
Wait, other one, which uh which other one exactly lydia
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
lydia did you lose a freaking alien
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Temporarily misplaced.
FROM: martin.lydia@cdc.org
I can hear you judging me right now, Stiles. Just tell me how you make non-ET aliens calm down? Preferably without anymore human flesh.
Day 22
[REDACTED] Stilinski. I'd like to speak with you.
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FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
Hey, Gliese. What's the haps?
[ or don't play it cool you know whichever ]
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Rover 581. As soon as you might, if you please.
[ She's not really asking. ]
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We can't do this lecture thing like....... later
FROM: stilinski.stiles@cdc.org
no you know what Rover 581 it is
[ So he's heard some vague horror stories about Gliese. Nothing concrete but definitely someone to look out for. Maybe that's why it takes a while to get to the right rover. It's not like he doesn't know where it is. But he's not exactly in any rush to get whatever comeuppance is coming to him.
So, yeah, half out of fear, half out of lackadaisical teenage flippancy that he shows up at the right place and raps his knuckles sharply against the door. A few times. A few times more. He's gonna do it until it opens. ]
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You want to bring her flowers.
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with many many arms
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But flowers help. She likes them.
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what why. how do you even know that? is this a tried and trusted theory?
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Just make sure they aren't hallucinogenic plants.
She will not be impressed.
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hey how are we even supposed to be finding this crap when they don't even give us pictures? so rude
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People have been documenting this planet. Way more than I had.
Make it work, traitor friend.
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Look no matter what flowers i end up giving her? theyre soooo not gonna help. Not to mention that theres like no freaking possible way i could get them in time
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Just look around camp. They are there. Wear gloves and you are golden.
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remember the flowers distinctly not working thing? do you really think thats gonna help
or that i should see her in person
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2) The flowers didn't work because I started throwing up in her house. Gloves. Gloves are the key.
It never hurts to suck up to the boss lady. Sure my thing was different. But still. My knowledge passed unto you.
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[ Sorry, Topher. Judging you, even after all this. ]
did you really puke all over gliese's house that's hysterical
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And only on some of it. Thank you.
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heh heh. did you throw up on her?
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I'm still alive, aren't I.
voicemail.
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