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( sorry, Stiles, he's too cold to hold up his tablet. he's just left it on the bed and is poking at it idly. so it's more audio than video, since the pirate isn't holding it. there's a great shot of his dark ceiling. he's listening, though, does that help? when he speaks his voice sounds a bit far away, but not hard to hear. )

I've seen some ruined buildings. You might be able to burn parts of them but if you're not nearby it does you no good. ( so many people, this place has to be massive... he doesn't know where to start. and he hates that he doesn't have a fireplace, for the record. )

There's someone behind this, certainly, though I'm not sure who just yet.

( he's always quick to blame Rumpelsitlskin but it's really hard to say in this instance. this curse is rather on the scope of the Dark One, and the only way his Crocodile could cast it would be to have something he loved. he doubts that serpentine heart loves anything other than the son that's already gone.

Hook is, at least, thoughtful enough not to spout diatribes about magic and nonsense. he might be in another world without, he doesn't need to make things more difficult for Storybrooke if he intends to go back there. )

[Wow, great, a video of a dark ceiling, that's helpful. Not. But then there's a voice, and alright, so maybe this is slightly more helpful than he initially thought... though not seeing the speaker makes him immediately suspicious. (Then again, when is he not suspicious? And in a situation like this, it would be stupidity not to be.)]

That would be a better idea if I could, you know, actually go outside to collect those parts. But since this thing is telling us to stay inside and I tried opening the door and it won't, I'm stuck here. With a fireplace with nothing to burn in it.

[But, hey, at least he's not outside freezing, so that's something.] None of us is sure, and if someone is, they're not telling. That's the problem. [He has plenty of people he could be suspicious of, but no one with the magic or power or anything to do something like this... but it's somebody, or several somebodies, doing this. They didn't just suddenly get here for no reason at all, on their own.]

There's no furniture where you are?

( if Hook had the option, he'd make a fire. despite soggy matches and flint in his coat, though, he really doesn't have that option. burning his shelter down while he's trapped in it? not the best idea and even he knows that. )

Well, whoever's responsible is likely not dying to be found out, it makes a certain amount of sense. ( it also means that it's possible to run into the guilty party and not know it. teenage boys (by the sounds of it) probably aren't on his hit list but Hook knows Peter Pan so maybe not that safe. )

Did you wander much, or just stay inside?

There's plenty of furniture, but I don't have matches, and I can't find any. So, that's a no for the fire.

[He kinda wishes he was in the habit of carrying matches, or a lighter, or some sort of emergency fire kit.]

Yeah, you think? All of us here are probably ready to chloroform them and throw them in a building and light it on fire. [Definitely makes sense that they'd hide their identity... but that doesn't mean you can't find it out, anyway. Even though at this point Stiles is more than half convinced it's got to be more than one person behind this entire thing.

And while the suspicious feeling hasn't left him... whoever this guy is, he doesn't sound like he'd be the one to have brought them here. Maybe.]

A little. I found some rubble, that was really something, and then a building, and then this house I'm in now.

I think I found some, but they're bloody wet. ( so that's not going to help very much. Hook doesn't know if drying the bastards out will make them work, either... they're the oddest little book of them, too, not like the matches he's used to. he's got flint and steel, that just doesn't help when he doesn't have kindling... and, right, it doesn't help this kid, either.

he laughs at the suggestion, because right, they probably are asking for trouble with all the people trapped here. ) Though, as previously discussed, it wouldn't be much of a fire.

( Hook is not responsible for everyone trapped here. he was never the cursing sort. just the blood march for centuries sort. so clearly he should not suspicious at all! )

At least you're inside instead of out in the cold. What kind of building locks itself? ( lots, not that Hook knows that. )

Great! And even if they were dry, it wouldn't really help, because the matches are with you somewhere, and I'm here with none of them.

[And ha, right, well-- a guy can hope, right? Or more accurately...] Yeah, well, maybe at the point we find them the matches you got will be dry and there would be a fire. [So maybe save a few of those matches, just in case. For an... admin-y day.]

Seriously, talk about an enforced curfew. I guess either they really don't want us to go outside and freeze... or there's something happening there during the night they don't want us to see.

If it makes you feel better, I won't be enjoying a nice fire without you. ( each have one half to a fire but not the other, and will spend their time cold as hell. does that really count as a silver lining...? no, not really. )

I'll keep it in mind, hoping for a justified bonfire. ( two can play at sarcasm, and even cold and slightly soggy, Hook can sell it very well.

he winces a little at the last thought, not that Stiles can see it. ) Hard to say. Can't see much out the windows, but sometimes I think... ( no, there can't be footsteps outside the door. nevermind, he's too cold and tired for his own good. he peers over the screen to look at the kid, and he's weary and cold but clearly quite human. ) You got a name, lad?

Yeeeeah, I'm not really sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, I'm not here all cold while someone else is warm, but on the other hand, nobody is warm and I'm also not enough of an asshole to hope that everyone's freezing right now.

[So, no, not really a silver lining. But Stiles gets more serious, too, as the pause and sometimes I think, because, yeah, sometimes he thinks, too. The sounds that aren't explained by anything, footsteps even when he knows it's neither him or Clayton moving (because right now, he at least has the added benefit of knowing there are other people here, even if said people happen to be really weird).

And talking about weird... okay, maybe this guy doesn't exactly look like Stiles thought he would, especially with the guyliner and all-- but he refrains from commenting on it right now, and instead nods.]

Yep, and it's definitely not "lad". [A pause.] Stiles. Call me Stiles. [Only his first name, and even then not the real one... but at this point, Stiles feels more real than his actual name. His last name? Nah, not really relevant here.]

You're, what. Seventeen. ( said in the old man tone that said clearly still a lad in tone more than words. you hit three hundred plus, pretty much anything under thirty is a lad to you. the tone doesn't make sense on a man that looks about that old, granted, but Hook is older than he looks.

Stiles sounds a bloody odd name, but who is Hook to say what is normal or not? they're likely from different worlds, and names from the Land Without Magic are always strange. so he doesn't question it. )

Stiles. ( Hook has no idea his username is flashed to everyone, but he's not that wary about sharing a name. ) Killian. Do you know what direction you're in?

( it's easy enough to navigate by the sun, in theory, even if it's hard to see at present. )

Yeah, and you're something like thirty, dude, that's still not old enough to keep calling someone a lad. [How is he supposed to know about the whole three hundred thing...

and maybe he almost expects some kind of remark about his name, but when it doesn't come-- well, hey, nice change, he's not going to complain. Also, Killian? That's definitely not in the range of most normal names, either.]

Um, not really. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm somewhere more near east than west, but that's about it. [That's all he could make out, from what little of the sun he could see.]

Plenty old enough. ( look, you just don't open conversation with the fact you're old as balls. especially when most people won't believe, anyway. if one doesn't know about magic, they certainly won't believe a pirate can hit three centuries.

it's true that it's bloody difficult to navigate here. the sun is how Hook knows to navigate and it's not even easy to see in all the bluster. ) I'm far north. If you go too far that way you hit a wall, but apparently that's true of more than just the north.

[Hey, don't even talk to him about what you do or don't open a conversation with, he's not exactly known for his thoughtful and politely correct conversation starters...] Wait, are you calling yourself old? I thought everyone past twenty five wants to be called young, not old. Young at heart?

[He shrugs, waves a hand. Something like that, anyway.]

Wait, a wall? Like a regular, building kind of wall, or the great wall of China kind of wall?

( he is not going to call himself young at heart. his heart is probably the oldest part of him. so his tone is a bit flat and intended to end the conversation as he states, ) I'm older than I look.

( besides, it's not important conversation compared to the wall. )

Aye, a wall. All snow, piled to make a wall. Can't say if it could be climbed but it's quite high, it'd be dangerous to try and fail.

[So Stiles may be curious and pushy and dense at times, but the tone gets across well enough and-- right, he's on civil terms with this guy, so maybe he should actually attempt for it to remain like that.] Okay, okay, don't explain yourself, I'm totally fine with that.

[... and yeah, this wall thing is definitely more interesting. Maybe. As interesting.]

So... whoever brought us here really wants us to stay here, too.

Glad we're both on the same page. ( because he's also totally fine with that, funny how that works! )

Apparently so. If there's something on the other side of that wall, I couldn't tell you. Clawed at it a bit with my hook but it falls apart when you try to climb it. It'd take effort to get over it.

[YEAH. FUNNY.]

Something like actual climbing equipment and maybe snowshoes and, I dunno, something. I wonder if you can actually find those here. Because dude, there's gotta be something on the other side of that wall, that's why walls are built! To keep two different sides apart.

[........... also. Wait, what did you say?] Wait, you have a hook? [Don't sue him, the video showed him the guy's (Killian's, let's start remembering these names here) face, not the hook.]

Or to keep us in. ( Hook is just naturally wired to see a wall as a cage, instead of just a simple separation. similar meaning, darker thought process.

Stiles had missed his hook in leaning over the tablet but when the pirate flashes it for the screen, it's hard to miss. ) Aye. And what are snow shoes?

( boots made for snow? he could use some of those. maybe they kept snow out, that sounded good. )

Or that, yeah. [He can't really say the thought hasn't crossed his mind. Only... if somebody wants to keep them in-- why? What is it they have to be kept there for?

... that line of thought leads nowhere good. So when Hook shows him his, well, hook, it at least offers a welcome distraction.] Whoa, dude, that is-- I don't know if that's either really cool, or really stupid.

[Probably a little bit of both.] And snow shoes, uh, they're like shoes made for walking on snow. So you don't fall in.

Stupid? I'd say wandering around with a stump would be more foolish than wearing this. ( his fake hand is more useless than his hook, honestly, it's just solid wood, it can't do anything. his hook has plenty of uses, thank you very much.

he might be sensitive about calling his lackluster replacement for his hand stupid. )

What do they look like? ( that does sound like something that might be practical around here. )

That's not exactly what I meant by stupid. It's definitely useful, dude, I so did not say it wasn't, so don't go flying off the handle, okay? [Handle, ha, get it?

Right. Well, back to business.]

Snow shoes? Uh, kinda like big tennis rackets that you tie to your feet? Except less clumsy and more bendy. [The best explanation of all time, Hook, be glad you have been blessed with this.]

And what other meaning is there to 'stupid'? ( modern kids talk so damn weird. it's the truth, honestly. and also, for the sake of prosperity... ) My 'stupid' hook could go straight through you if I'd like it to.

( it can't actually. it's been dulled. but look he's a scary pirate and everyone should know.

Hook also doesn't know what a tennis racket is, so he just makes a face. ) Right, I'll keep an eye out for... that. ( maybe if he actually runs into some, he will know what they are. )

Yeah, yeah, sure it could, buddy.

[NOT THAT HE DISBELIEVES YOU except he kind of does.]

You do that. And lighters, man, don't forget the lighters. Or something you can light the fireplace if you ever end up here.

( LOOK STILES is now really the time to tempt the pirate into trying to kill you with a dulled Hook?

fine, he won't, but damnit, kids these days! he just looks disparaging and chooses not to say anything. )

Lighters, and what do those look like? ( matches he can handle, but what the hell is a lighter? )

[Good choice there, probably. In the meantime, Stiles will open and close his mouth several times, looking like he's not entirely sure what to say to that, because. Did you just. ask him that.]

Okay, what century do you come from? Not knowing snow shoes I get, but a lighter? Seriously? [RIGHT no just give him a second to get over the surprise.] Uh, so, lighter-- think like a match that you can use over and over again, and it doesn't look like a match but more like, uh, a weirdly shaped heavier box of matches?

Because it's so unheard of I've never heard of a lighter.

( and that is the worst description of something he's ever heard. he's no better off now than he was when he asked, so thanks for nothing.

fact is, he's not from this century. hell they don't even count time by centuries in the Enchanted Forest. but that isn't the point. )

I'll keep an eye out for that, too, I suppose.

( not that he'd know even if one hit him in the face. )

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