Mostly Just Weird, Not that Creepy Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Evening

[newroutines]

Yet another full moon at the mansion! This was going to be completely normal, right? A certain mansion-appropriate version of normal, anyway. Right? That was what Mike was hoping for, although his optimism had been waning lately, for a few reasons.

But right now, he still had snacks and was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. If things were going to get crazy, they weren't there yet.

[ooc: Post is open and up early because ahahaha Sunday and timezones and whatever.]

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[justlurkinghere]

"Stiles isn't the one we know," Derek said on his way to the kitchen. Because that was how you got that all out in the open.

Aren't you glad he warned you now, Mike?

[newroutines]

Weirdly enough, Mike was not instantly reassured or anything. Actually, he looked up, confused. Maybe even a tiny bit alarmed.

"What? What do you mean?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Apparently he's a werewolf now." Be more surly, Derek.

[newroutines]

"What."

He'd already said that, hadn't he? Just in general, he found himself saying that much more than he would have liked.

"How?"

[justlurkinghere]

"The island is messing with us apparently," Derek ground out.

[bitten_notshy]

"Wait, what's wrong with him?" Jack inquired, following after Derek. And not just because he wanted to be where the food was.

[justlurkinghere]

"Everything." So helpful, Derek. So helpful.

[bitten_notshy]

Incredibly so. Jack sighed. "Yes, but what about him is bothering you this time?"

[justlurkinghere]

"He's a werewolf. Always has been according to him," Derek ground out. "And we're not---what we are."

Dating sort of.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles offered Derek a wave when he came into the kitchen. He needed food. All of the food.

[justlurkinghere]

"You came." With the other Stiles, phrasing would need to be corrected.

[robinonadderall]

"That's a personal question, don't you think?" No, it had to be corrected here too.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek frowned, then turned slightly red and frowned even more. "Hilarious."

[robinonadderall]

One difference between this Stiles and the old one was that he knocked a couple times before letting himself inside. "Hey, Mike."

[newroutines]

It was a pretty small difference, but considering people at worst came in right through the door (Kitty), it was one Mike noticed.

Also, having been warned Stiles was going to be different probably played into it too.

"Did you just knock?"

[robinonadderall]

"Um yeah?" Stiles said, not finding that too weird. "What, is this some alternate universe where knocking is illegal?"

[newroutines]

Mike shook his head. "Nah, I'm just not used to it, 's all." He shrugged. "People tend to kind of come and go at their will."

[robinonadderall]

"Don't really think we know each other well enough for that," Stiles said with a shrug. "Especially now since I technically don't know any of you."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack raised an eyebrow. "They don't even expect me to knock anymore," he commented. (Mike and Derek were the luckiest housemates ever.) "Good morning."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm not exactly a local here." Not to this dimension anyway. "And hi."

[bitten_notshy]

That garnered a concerned look. "Are you and Derek fighting?"

Oh god. Romantic issues. Save him.

[bitten_notshy]

"Hi there," Jack said, letting himself in. He was still worried about Derek's first night as an alpha, but he reasoned all he could do is take that one as he came.

Which led him to his other critical concern: "I want pizza. Does anyone else?"

[newroutines]

"Yes." Wait, Mike was probably supposed to say something else there too. "Please. I think pizza might significantly improve this evening."

Not that he was expecting everything to be terrible otherwise, but, you know.

[bitten_notshy]

"It's only Derek's first night as an Alpha," Jack said, pulling put his phone to place the pizza order. "What could possibly go wrong?"

That was sarcasm, not a head injury.

[newroutines]

"Mm-hmm." Yeah, that was the best Mike could manage to that. There was so much that could go wrong. So much. "Have you heard from Jackson?"