[ when the feed begins, there's a teacup on a desk, a lump of fabric in the teacup, and a tiny arm snaking back into the fabric. for a moment, there's nothing more, but then a familiar, blue-eyed face is peeking out. the wide eyes are red-rimmed, probably because he's been curled up in the cup crying off and on since the pirates were all killed. he's a tender-hearted little thing, all right?

lute sniffles, rubbing the back of his wrist over his eyes, his other hand tightening the makeshift blanket around himself. ] I-- I guess that's how big people do things. [ he slumps down in the cup, dragging the blanket over his head to hide. ] .. I-- want to be useful. People were fighting, and people got hurt, and people died, and I couldn't do anything-- But I guess it's kind of stupid to be upset about the way you were born.

[ a long pause, then, more quietly: ] .. What if something happens like this again? We're not all going to keep yelling at one another about it, are we?

[ close on stiles stilinski, wearing a party hat with the elastic under his chin and looking more keyed up and happy than he has in at least a month. ]

Check it out. For those of you who haven’t met him, I’m pleased to introduce my bestest of best bros... Scott McCall!

[ come on down! he turns the communicator around to film scott, who’s seated on the bed and reading (in theory). he’s got a matching party hat on, and he flashes a broad smile in greeting. ]

Go team Jacob.

[ which is as much of a hello as he’s giving, apparently, but it might clarify exactly what book he’s got. stiles is still doing voice-over: ]

He’s totally brand spanking new, fresh off the production line, so if you think you’ve met him before? Bzzt, nope, you’re wrong, keep it to yourself.

[ with shakycam to rival cloverfield, the camera swings back around to stiles, whose general hyperactivity slips, for a moment, into a no-i’m-serious-do-not-fuck-with-me face. judgmental eyebrows and everything. it’s intense. ]

It’s this whole alternate universe schtick. Crazy, huh? I know, way too sci-fi. We’re on a spaceship, deal with it. Uh, so...

[ he’s interrupted by scott jumping off the bed to hijack the communicator. once he’s got it, he holds it slightly too close to his face while declaring in a very solemn, very official (except for the part where he’s almost laughing) voice: ]

May the Force be wi—

[ stiles’ hand slaps abruptly over his mouth because that isn't a funny joke when there are actual jedi on board, scott, and the communicator, after a brief staticky scramble, goes dead. that’s all folks! ]

[ today, lute's in a white sundress when the video begins. .. if you were puzzled about his sex before, this probably isn't going to help. (imagine how stiles must feel.) he's perched on what looks like a field of fabric, but it's really just his bed in the room he shares with stiles, and there's a messy lump of fabric behind him that's probably a jumpsuit.

he brightens, smiling warmly, wings fluttering briefly as he rises and smooths the dress down. ]

Hullo! [ as usual, his voice is a cheerful little chirrup. ] I'm afraid I have another request, if you all don't mind. [ stepping toward the pile of fabric, he pats it with a hand, glancing back at the screen again. ] I'd like to make a few sets of clothing, but.. I don't have small enough tools. I don't suppose anyone here is capable of making a small set of scissors and a needle that I could manage, is there? The needle can be almost normal sized, if that helps.

[ a pause, fingers twisting in his skirts, bare toes curling in the coverlet. ] .. Maybe someone could help me make some sort of bathtub, too. I can't keep showering in sinks.

[ the feed begins with the phone apparently propped up on the bed, and a tiny figure standing in the video as if it's a full-length mirror. roughly five inches tall, in jeans and a halter-top, with lavender-ish coloured hair, wide, startled-looking blue eyes, and.. well, yeah, there's no way around it. he (she?) also has fairy wings, which are settled neatly along his back.

he offers a slightly uncertain smile, reaching out to place hands on the glass curiously, touching fingers to it, then pulling them away again to wiggle them in a shy wave. ] Hullo! I-- I hope I'm doing this right. I suppose it's a.. a phone, but I've never used one before, so..

[ he shifts a little from bare foot to bare foot, hands curling in the hem of his shirt, wings lifting a little behind him. ]

My name is Lute, and I'm new. I don't think any of the pack is here, and I'm sure my owner isn't, as he would have found me by now, probably. So I suppose I'm here alone.

[ he glances down, toeing at the sheets, chewing on his lower lip. ] Um. I-- You see, I'm not a big person---obviously, I suppose---and I.. It's sort of hard for me to live in a place like this, which is built for big people. And I've never been on my own before, so I don't suppose anyone would.. be interested in a roommate?

[ he rocks up on his toes, expression hopeful. ] I don't take up much space! And I'm very quiet! I can sleep on a shelf if I have a bit of bedding. [ he trails off, then brightens again. ] .. Is there a library here? I saw someone with a book earlier, and I-- I'm allowed to read whatever I like here, aren't I?

[ a brief, searching glance, then a polite little nod. ] .. Um. That's all. Thank you! [ he reaches out, and the feed ends. ]