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[ The video shows a curly haired teenager looking far far more healthy and... not drugged looking than the last time he'd popped up on the network. Yeah, so this time he's not chock full of wolfsbane, but he's not even going to address that. There's also a little orange tabby on his shoulder, claws sunk into his coat for purchase. Thanks to one Cecil Baldwin the werewolf has a kitten.

He's not the most social, sort of an introvert unless he's familiar with who he's talking to. So he hasn't really gotten to know many of the people in Wonderland. He's not stationary, no, he's been wondering around Wonderland trying to get a feel for the place. Walking and talking, well, at least he's sort of kind of good at multitasking... He hasn't run into anything yet. ]

Do you ever stop and think like, "what if I'm actually in a coma right now and this is all a weird dream?"

[ Some real deep thinking going on obviously. But he's sort of bored, wondering around Wonderland wasn't actually all as interesting as he'd expected. He should have asked Scott or Allison to join him... But oh well. ]

Because I'm really starting to get that feeling from this place.

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[George told him that he shouldn't go around scaring people, but at the same time he has to insist.]

I know for a fact that I'm not in a coma right now, I'm sorry to say.

A few weeks ago, when those - hellhound things showed up out of nowhere.

It was before you were here.

A what thing?

...You were?

[ Squint.... ]

But you woke up...

[ Isaac ducks his head before bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. ]

Really? How?

No - It's, no. I believe you. There's - uh - people from different worlds here, or timelines... Right? [ Eloquent as usual, Isaac. Robot guy, who isn't actually a robot at all, well, that's probably easier to believe than werewolf, right?... And not the shitty Twilight kind, because he'd probably punch Derek in the face for even offering him the bite if he'd become anything like that, let's be real here.

He does however try to reel in his jaw so he's not staring at him like a cow having a stroke.

Aaaand commence fanboying in five... four... ]

You've been to space? [ He sound far more impressed this time, because woah, okay, he's a bit of a geek. He's got a space marine talking to him in Wonderland. ] So... I'm either in a really weird coma dream or I'm actually talking to a space marine in Wonderland. [ Great, he's totally lost his marbles and they're rolling out the door very quickly if this is a coma dream. ] Y'know, I never thought there'd be a point in my life where I'd say that out loud.

So, what are you? Some kind of alien? [ Is that better than robot? It's not his intention to be offensive or rude, when it comes to stuff like this, well... He's not the fastest on his feet. ]

Santana said that people don't stay dead here. So they're... They're probably alive now.

Either way. [ He doesn't know what to say, confirm he'll protect her? ]

[ An arched eyebrow hitches up slightly as he squints at her. ]

So... You die and come back?

[Ron squints right back.]

Well, yeah, otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you right now, would I?

[ Isaac can outsquint Castiel, Ron. ]

I met a space marine, I think that might be the least weirdest thing that could happen.

Isn't that what I just said? It's a whole thing where you stay dead for like, a day, then you're back.

Apparently there's a limit though, I dunno.

[FINE. He will switch to an eyeroll now, so there.]

Dunno what to tell you, mate. All I know is I was poisoned--on my birthday, mind you--and then woke up here. Pretty sure I hadn't died, though. The coma part was probably from the antidote.

[ A mildly disgusted look passes over Isaac's face when what remains of the bird shows up. ] You - uh - you catch that? [ What does he even say to that??? Sure is a dead bird... ] You're a hunter? [ It's so strange to use that word and not mean someone that will come running after him with knives. A little relaxing in an uncomfortable way. Not that he's convinced normal hunters wouldn't chase him down either... ]

But uh - but uh, yeah, I figure Wonderland wouldn't be something I'd dream about... [ Or mean looking hunters... Who aren't surprisingly mean. He's not even sure he's read the book completely. Sure he'd seen the movie as a kid but... He figures it'd be more about werewolfy stuff... Though Scott and Allison and the others are there. ] It could be worse I guess... Like a nightmare or something...

[ Or filled with walkers, or alpha packs, or ghosts, or various other monsters. He's not sure what he expected from the other inhabitants, but this? Was not it. He wants to know where everyone is from, who's dangerous to his friends, who is an alley. But for some reason, despite the intimidation this guy has going for him... Isaac's not completely sure this is the type of guy to come axe wielding at him or his friends. ]

[ She pushes out a sigh. ]

I don't know it that makes it better or worse. Can you imagine?

[ He makes an amused noise, blue eyes locking with her darker ones. Raising the hand in front of his own face he clenches it then splays his fingers. ] Last time I checked people call it a hand. I know, it's a new concept.

[ The humour falls from his face though and he stares at his own hand as if its alien to him. ] I don't think... I don't think werewolves were only meant to be killers, I mean - Obviously. I'm not... I haven't really done it before other than once.

I can take your pain... [ And he's glad he didn't cry this time, god that would have been embarrassing. ] Scott, he can do it too. [ He frowns slightly and lets his own hand drop to his side, hasn't Scott told her he can do that? ] I mean - uh - I think it's a werewolf thing.

[ His head tips to the side slightly as he looks down at her. He hadn't liked seeing her in pain, he's not sure if it's because she's Scott's ex or because of... what they had had at one point... He's got to quietly convince himself that he'd do it for Stiles or Lydia too. ]

[ when he holds his hand up, she almost expects a serious answer from him, her face pulled back, ready to listen. but then she recognizes the noise and the comment he makes and her eyes just roll, still smiling but in more of a oh okay very funny sort of way. she matches him in the drop of humor, though, when she notices his shift in tone. there are so many questions running through her head at just about every word that comes out of his mouth, but allison holds it back.

instead, she just watches him. I can take away your pain and allison's eyes move down to the bandage, thinking back to that day when she felt his hands on her wrist, saw the black lines vein up through his arm. he took her pain, not because she asked him to. not because she was obviously in it. but because he wanted to, because he felt like he should. she frowns a little, looking back up to him then. ] You don't...you don't feel it, do you?

[ allison wouldn't be able to fight the guilt if she knew isaac had been walking around with pain she could have dealt with on her own, for no reason other than the fact he wanted to help her. her frown deepens a bit when isaac mentions scott, but not so much because she's mad at scott. more so she's a little angry that was something she hadn't learned about werewolves, hadn't known beforehand. scott hasn't ever taken her pain before, that she can recall, but she knows if he did he probably wouldn't have told her about it. not if it meant her getting mad at him...which she would have. ]

So you all can do it? Take away anyone's pain? [ she meets his eyes again then, having not really paid attention to how close they were, or how much isaac had ended up doing for her then. she's not sure how she feels about knowing that isaac had taken away her pain, but it was a little late for that. instead, allison smiles at him, thankful and a little more honest than she had been before. ] Thanks for taking mine away, then.

That's what I've been told, yeah. [And that might be the thing about this place that throws him more than anything else. ...Maybe. But people from different timelines and worlds all in one place, when you've always assumed that there are no other worlds, universes, or whatever? It's pretty startling and hard to grasp. Wash is, however, glad that the kid believes him. Not that it should really be all that hard to prove, right? Especially in all this armor. ...The sudden shift in demeanor is a bit surprising, though. Surprising, and kind of amusing.]

Yeah, I've been to space. I was out there just before winding up here, actually. [It's still so weird for him to run into all these people who find his having been out in space to be so strange. But hey, the fact that they always sound impressed or amazed works as a pretty nice ego boost, and he'd be lying if he said that didn't feel good.] I'm guessing then that space travel isn't really a big thing where you're from then, huh? I mean, for me, it's pretty common back home, not even just for those of us in the military.

[Then again, he's also from some point in the 26th century, so you know. Future and stuff.]

Alien? [He laughs a little at that and runs a hand over the side of his helmet in a slightly awkward action. It's more amusing than it is offensive, really, and he can't really blame anyone for thinking he might be alien or robot--even if he likes to think that he seems perfectly human, thank you very much.] No. No, I'm not an alien, just a plain human. Not all that interesting.

[ Stiles is the opposite of braindead, thank you. He's probably not going to say anything, because he knows Isaac's life has kind of, well, sucked the big one since forever, and he is also a selfless best friend and isn't about to ruin either of their happiness. You're welcome, boys.

He does give a loud groan at the thought, though, and scruffs a hand through his dark hair. ] Ugh, dude, the last bus I remember being on is from Motel Hell, and it would be so sweet to pretend all of that was some kind of horrific nightmare. Oh, just kidding, you didn't go to something straight of a horror movie and then fall into twisted psycho Wonderland after. You're at home in the hospital right now, chillin' out.

[ wouldn't that be so nice >8( ]

[ When she asks if he could feel it he gives a shrug and a look that he tries to school into a 'this is an obvious no, I don't feel it' without actually saying that. Because he does feel it when he takes the pain away, not that hers had been that bad, just enough to make him a little uncomfortable. ] It's kinda helpful, huh? [ He took her pain knowing it'd make him a little uncomfortable, her feeling guilt over that, that'd be dumb. So he doesn't directly address it. Instead he grins, trying to reassure her. ]

[ It's kind of surprising that Scott didn't tell her he could do it... Perhaps he'd just forgotten to. He doubts it's ever come up, and saying "hey I can take your pain" doesn't just come up in every day conversation... Or maybe Scott just didn't want to tell her, which, to be fair, that's his business, and he'll respect that, even if he told her. ] I think so... I mean. I'm still pretty new to all of this, y'know. But I can do it. Anyone's. Even animals -- I - uh, actually only did it once to a dog. [ And cried like a man! ] So I wasn't completely sure it'd work for you, but I'm glad it did. [ He ducks his head slightly, so what if he's a little shy. ]

You're welcome, then. I didn't mind. [ And that's true, he didn't mind it, at all. He'd preferred seeing her smile and laugh and be happy. The scent of happiness is almost intoxicating sometimes when it is from people he cares about. It the scent always reminds him of a warm spot that the sun has been shining on all day. You can see all the dust specks and stuff floating in the air caught in the sun beam, but the warmth is just so compelling and makes you want to curl up and nap there forever. Not that he'd ever admit any of that, he's not even sure if that's what happiness smells like, but it is warm and it is comforting. ]

[ Walking, that sounds like a good idea, fun idea. Her arm is obviously fine, so he's not going to push the matter. ] C'mon. [ It's hard to admire the beach when he's with Allison, she's much prettier. He doesn't even realize what he's really doing before his hand slowly moves to grab her own, it's not to take her pain, but he's certainly not brave enough to go in for a kiss, especially when he doesn't know if she's trying to get back with Scott... It's an offering of touch, one that she can easily deny. One that he wouldn't have to apologize for, because what's holding hands? To him it feels like a large leap though. ]

All good things come in time. [ Which is her way of saying she ain't proving jack. ] Been here a few months, and it's been a real blast. You've experienced some of the fun Wonderland has to offer, haven't you?

[ Her head cocks to the side as she studies him. Its a rare bird to find, a teenage boy not interested in alcohol. ]

You gonna tell me you're one of those straight edge types?

[Hey man, if the closets had been spewing razor-infested frosted flakes when you'd arrived, you'd wanna prepare your own food too. ...Or maybe Daryl's just odd that way. In any case, this particular bird isn't for eating; it's all about the feathers this time around. Skinny though this fucker is, it's got some damn fine plumage going on.

He snorts lightly at "it could be worse". Damn, kid, ain't you ever seen a horror movie? That's on par with "I'll be right back"...]

Gets to be that way sometimes.

[He doesn't meet the camera as he says it, choosing instead to shift and pull his rag from his pocket and swipe it over his hands one at a time... And if the jostling of the feed obscures the darkness in his expression long enough for him to school his features back into something a little less revealing, well, that's just a happy accident.]

Best watch your ass when that happens. ...Hell, you best watch your ass anyway.

[CONSTANT VIGILANCE ala Mad Eye Moody, Daryl's a fan.]

How long you been around for?

[ the look just makes her watch him a little more closely, because she can't tell if it's a shrug off because he had felt it, or if it actually wasn't noticeable. she can't tell by his reaction, but she looks anyway, sees if he'll give off any kind of hint. the grin doesn't help, but it does make her relax a little, giving him a small smile as she looks down at her feet. ] Yeah, especially if you can do that all the time.

[ walking, talking aspirin, is what she might have said. but instead he continues, and she looks back up to listen. sure, there's that nagging question in the back of her mind if scott had known all along and just hadn't told her, but she almost doesn't even mind. she wouldn't have wanted him to take her pain away at any point. she hasn't gotten hurt enough for it to have mattered, and every injury she has dealt with...no. she doesn't mind. she's just more confused she hadn't learned it from her father. her mind comes back to isaac, though, and when he mentions helping a dog the same way allison's smile softens a bit. especially when his head drops. ]

Thanks, again. [ she reaches out to touch his forearm, just for a second, just to get his attention so he can see her smiling back at him. ] Really, you didn't have to. That was really nice of you. [ and that's the truth, isn't it? he didn't have to help her. he didn't have to sit there and go, step by step, through patching her up. he wasn't forced into it like he had been when they were locked in the closet together. he'd just wanted to, and now they were both standing by the beach because they wanted to. because she wanted to with him.

he starts moving and says something about c'mon, and when allison drops her arm back by her side she feels his there. it's an instinctual reaction, when she feels his hand touch her's to pull away, and part of her almost immediately feels bad about it. but at the same time, she doesn't...know. what he's trying to do or if he even meant anything by it. allison can feel herself starting to think too much, about the hand and them standing on the beach and the fact this isn't a date and she actually has to force herself to stop. no. just relax.

so she gives him a smile, her hand lingering in his for only a moment or two before she pulls it away. her smile is warm enough, though, that he shouldn't think she means anything by it. she just...can't. hold hands. not right now, not when the thought makes her head race a bit with what about scott and why should it matter to scott and then but.... allison starts walking off down the beach, pausing just for a moment to make sure isaac stays in step with her, trying to think of a conversation to start back up. ] Have you been down here before?

[ He rolls blue eyes at her sarcasm, yet there's still a small smile on his face. ] Fun? Oh yeah. You're right, it's a real blast. A blast and a half. [ More like fucked up. ] Messing stuff up one day at a time.

[ He has to hold back a laugh when she asks if he's straight edge, instead an eyebrow quirking up. ] Well, I was a fugitive for a while, but yeah, sure. [ ... Maybe he should ask Derek if he can get high... ] If you're a witch, I can be straight edge.

Straight edge is boring. Fugitive sounds so much more fun.

[ Hey, it's a no brainer which one demons prefer here. Even when she's lying and claiming to be a witch. ]

What were you running from, bright eyes?

[ Says the one who was a fugitive herself, but she's pretty sure he wasn't hauling ass from Hell and its minions. ]

[ Isaac pauses at the mention of the motel... ] I was - uh - poisoned, right? [ Lydia told him he was, but really, he doesn't remember leaving that place, just appearing here. ] Maybe you're a figment of my imagination though, you could be just fine right now. At School or with your dad or something. [ Because y'know you actually have a dad. ]

Either way, it doesn't seem too bad here... [ In Wonderhell. ] At least there are people I know here... Though... I figure I can't be in a coma 'cos there should be more Spider-Man and Iron Man.

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