[He's still getting used to the whole multidimensional travel business, but after the shock's begun to wear off and the looming threat of not having his adderall with him has begun to set in... Stiles is still bouncing off the walls. There's no stopping it. He's a little lost in the middle of a foreign city he's 99% sure doesn't exist, finding that the phone numbers he calls back in Beacon Hills also don't exist. That's mildly sobering and would be a little more impactful if he hadn't gotten caught up in soaking up the details of the ImPort network.

He was just about to reach out (tentatively, as one does with... canine friends,) to a familiar name when he scrolled too far and saw a few other highly recognizable names. And he freezes up mid-stride in the middle of the sidewalk, getting dirty looks from people who nearly crash into him as a result. Head still bowed, he just barely misses walking into a lightpost when he attempts to start walking again but ultimately freezes up. ]

Hey. Hey? Hey. Hey, you. Big guy? Yeah you, c'mere for a sec?

[Is he talking to you? Doesn't matter, he is now. And you're being manhandled by this bean pole of a kid (who will let go!! if you give him enough of a look - jeez don't be so scary,) who gestures to his phone screen - which is already accidentally chipped - with a waving finger and shows you it with a slack jawed sort of look that implies he's having trouble processing the information he's now going to grill you about.]

That - does that say Leia Organa? Like, and over - over here... Han. Solo? Am I having a bout of dyslexia or is this a fever dream? A mix of both? I think I'm having a panic attack, actually.

[Hand to his chest:] I can feel my lungs. They're collapsing.

[It's been happening for weeks; bouts of bad dreams, a few awkward streaks of insomnia as a result and he's tired. He's exhausted, really, so when his eyes start to close he can't stop the swirling black abyss from sucking him in to what'll inevitably be another nightmare. But while he rests, while Stiles is asleep? It's time for the fox to play. Possessed by a fox spirit that is slowly amassing the power to stay in control of this body, he'll have no recollection of what 'he's' doing right now but it's fine. Totally fine?

What is he doing right now? Nothing too extravagant; he's got the hood of his sweater up and is walking the streets of Maurtia Falls' sketchiest neighborhoods, getting a good look over the most chaotic of ImPort driven zones close up. If he wants to settle in some roots to really shake this place up - he needs to network and he needs to get a better understanding of this new territory. There are no Oni on his trail but there's the potential for a new plethora of obstacles.

So maybe you're just out waltzing the streets like he is or are in the black lit clubs, the seedy bars and empty parkettes late at night same as he is. Maybe you happen to catch him right before sun up, when the horizon glows much like the fluorescent bulbs of this gas station convenience store. His eyes are red rimmed and his pockets are casually filling with goods for the sake of it, growingly less subtle in the art of stealth; especially, it seems, when there are other patrons near by. Almost like he's goading you to call him out, to make a scene. Do you dare?]