o5 | invasion of the body snatchers | accidental video/action

[chloroformedthejanitor]

I. First Contact

[The thing with the mirrors is really freaking Annie out. The whole "writing frantically on the glass and then just disappearing" spiel is just....really weird. Even for this place. She'd even pulled the blanket off the mirror in her room to make sure that she was actually gone. Can they be gone? Can mirrors just evaporate like that? Without a word or-- or anything???!?! And the plants... just... breaking through the walls like that. Creepy. A whole different level of creepy.

If it were up to her, Annie would stay in her room forever, hiding from whatever this was. She can handle chess matches, things falling from the sky, being stuck in a mine for five days, and she can even handle getting killed by invisible demon dogs, but potentially murderous plants?? Mirrors disappearing? It's a little too much, and she's starting to reach her breaking point.

But she still needs to eat, and she doesn't want anything the closet can give her, so she makes the trek to the kitchen, armed with an axe pulled out of the closet, in case of any funny business.]

II. Snatched

[The encounter with the vine leaves her shaky. It'd come out of nowhere and wrapped around her leg, pulled her down and while she hacked it off easily enough, she still feels queasy. Right after she'd cut the plant off, though, just for a few seconds, she felt-- indescribable, almost. Like she wasn't even in control of her own body. Like she was there, and watching someone else run things. But then it was gone, and she was left with a sick feeling in her stomach. Adrenaline rush, maybe? She's not sure. Also, her leg hurts. She's queasy and her leg hurts, because the root wrapped around it so tightly that it left a welt that's red and stinging.

She's hobbling to the clinic when it happens again. The feeling like she's been pushed out of the way and someone else is controlling her. She stops in the middle of the hallway. Or, she thinks she does, but no, she's still walking. What's happening??]

I'm in control now, sweetie. That's what's happening.

[Mirror Annie's been waiting a long time for this. A chance to finally get back at her real for everything she'd done back in their world. The other timeline. The "perfect" timeline. Pft, whatever. Perfection is the ability to take what you need with no regrets. Mirror Annie can do that. She does it all the time. Like right now.

She fixes her face into a typical "ow I'm a hurt princess someone help me" expression that her real always has and keeps on her way to the clinic, ignoring the protests in the back of her mind. It's her turn.]

[ooc: this is a catch-all for Annie! replies to section one will come from chloroformedthejanitor and replies to section two will come from callmepsycho. just specify which prompt you're replying to! <3]

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG omg <3

[callmepsycho]

[The limping's mostly an act, but the wound from the vine has started to sting more, and it looks a little redder, a little angrier. Annie doesn't like that, whether she's a mirror or a real. There's at least one thing they can agree on. But Annie looks up at his words, raising an eyebrow. She doesn't...know him. And he doesn't seem to know her? Maybe she could make a friend!]

Do I look like I'm all right?

[Or maybe not.]

No worries! I'm kind of slow rn, too. <3

[goesdown]

No, but I didn't want to presume.

[ Well, he did, actually, but he'd thought better than to give his honest assessment out loud. Most people don't like being called pathetic, so he'll save that for when Kevin undoubtedly pops in again. ]

[callmepsycho]

[She raises an eyebrow at him and almost lets her mouth curl into a smirk. But she doesn't. She does understand why Annie hasn't talked to this guy yet, though. For once, her real doesn't seem to eager to take control. Huh.]

Uh, right.

[Seriously, what does she say to that?]

So. Are you going to help me, or just keep watching me struggle?

[goesdown]

Kinky as that sounds, I suppose I should offer you help.

[ He's joking, mostly because she's a far cry from his type. He holds out an arm for her to lean on. With his demonic strength, he can take whatever she gives him. ]

Infirmary?

[callmepsycho]

It's the gentlemanly thing to do.

[But she wouldn't bet money that this guy's the gentlemanly type. Whatever, though, the wound does hurt pretty badly, so she takes the arm. The one downfall to this body. Figures her real would've messed it up before she got a chance to take a ride.

She nods.]

So, you been hit yet?

[goesdown]

Not yet. Trying to avoid it if I can, but I've had a few near misses with those things.

[ He's running out of hiding places and no where seems safe anymore. It's beyond unnerving. ]

[callmepsycho]

[Annie shrugs.]

Then maybe it's time you take your chances. Would it be the worst thing? To lose control for a little while?

[A pause.]

And then you have an excuse for basically anything that happens. A free pass.

[goesdown]

Funny thing, that. I think that even if something did happen and it wasn't me, certain people would find a way to make it my fault.

[ He won't deny his sins, but there are things Dean has accused him of that are hardly his fault, like Jo and Ellen's deaths. ]

So it's better I remain in control. Who knows what that other me is like.

[callmepsycho]

[Well, she can't really argue with that.]

Sounds like you got yourself some great friends.

[Or not, considering, but still.]

[goesdown]

The greatest.

[ Oh, he sure does love the Winchesters. They're delightful. ]

Aren't you concerned about what yours might do?

[callmepsycho]

[She raises an eyebrow at him and shrugs.]

Not really. I've got a pretty good handle on her. She's not really what you'd call....dangerous.

[goesdown]

Might depend on what you consider dangerous, but I'll take your word on it.

[ Crowley is more concerned about what his might say. Between the two, he's very likely more dangerous than his copy. ]

[callmepsycho]

Yeah, you do that.

[She doesn't mean to be rude (yes she does), but whatever, they're at the clinic anyway, so that's fine, right?]

Um, thanks for your help. I think I can take it from here. You've earned your good deed points for the day.

[goesdown]

Oh, thanks. If I get enough, can I have a badge?

[ He's just gone out of his way and this is the thanks he gets? Ridiculous. ]

[callmepsycho]

[Well, that makes her quirk an eyebrow. Typical man, wanting an award ceremony for being nice. Whatever.]

Maybe, if you're good. Were you expecting something else?

[goesdown]

[ He holds up his hands. ]

You were the one offering points, cupcake. I'll be just fine on my own.