entranceway | 002 ♟ action/audio | titled: "Three Signs of the Wonderland Apocalypse"

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002 ♟ action/audio | titled: "Three Signs of the Wonderland Apocalypse"

_{(OOC: Until the gender swap wears off mid-event, replies will come from halfsister, his gender swap equivalent! Open sections are for the early days of the event, approximately glossing over the 20th-22nd. :D Audio portion is posted a tad early for convenience's sake.)}

| Chapter One: "Sex organs you never wanted"

_{[Having your nose broken and the side of your face turned into a swollen mess by someone you don't even know puts a cramp on a person's social life. After Clarisse, Adam sticks close to home for the most part, subsisting on painkillers and brief stints in the clinic where Martha makes sure his face is growing back straight.

Healing up after a shake down is slow and boring, and in retrospect Adam is sure that has something to do with why the talking lizard's changes are interesting enough to warrant his attention.

On Wednesday, the gazebo had seemed safe enough to check out. On Thursday, he's proven wrong. So wrong.

He's been mauled, he's been burnt up in Hell, he's been turned into a friggin' suit of armor, but being a flesh-and-blood girl... The adjustment period is an arduous one, to say the least, and involves a lot of time not knowing what to do with himself in his room. After the tenth time checking out old scars and birth marks, it's official, someone gave him a free sex change.

And it's the little things that get him the most.

Bathroom breaks are hard. Lying down with sandbags on his chest is hard. Clothes are disturbingly hard when bras need to go on and not off. (Sports bras count, don't they?) He takes a shower the next morning because the lack of one pushes him past his fear of naked cleavage, and it's not even deciding to wearing a bathing suit inside the shower that bothers him, it's the tangle of hair he's left with afterward. Suddenly there's so much hair! He actually needs a hair brush to untangle himself after months of not bothering, and he fantasizes about taking scissors and lopping everything. Bye bye, girly locks.

Except he doesn't, because he needs to leave his room eventually and figure this shit out, and probably should look halfway normal to do it.

At least not looking like Adam means no one will look at him and see Adam and ask about his face.

... And he'll leave once he figures out how to make the closet give him shoes that aren't two sizes too big.]}

| Chapter Two: "Miniature angels and demi-gods rain from the sky" | action

_{[No one even look at the slouched girl outside. Don't even look.

She looks vaguely uncomfortable, wearing jeans that are slightly too big for her and burrowed in an over-sized hoodie, hands pushed deep into the pockets. Maybe it has something to do with the fact a good deal of her face is a paint-by-number color pallet of reds, blacks, and purples at the worst spots and autumn colors at the healing sights. A small white nasal splint sits across the bridge of her nose.

Or maybe it's the fact that this is Adam, and the unhappy twist to his mouth belongs to him.

The painkillers he'd loaded up on to come out here make everything warm and sloppy at the edges, and one of the few things keeping him tranquilized, preventing him from doing something he might regret like... get on the network and shout at someone like a girl having the worst menstrual period of her life.

He lurks around the gazebo for a while, hoping that's the cause, hoping it'll go back, even whining "come on, come on!" under his breath at one point in a voice that is far too high-pitched for his liking.

Nothing happens. He wanders around outside for a while and pops another ibuprofen. Still nothing happens.

He still has breasts. It's a weird day, but hey, drugs give his smaller frame an extra pow now and that makes things a little better.]}

| Chapter Three: "You can't get the beer even if you want the beer" | audio

_{[On day two, Adam's ready to get off this ride. Sitting down to pee all the time is too much. Not being able to twist bottle caps off without waging all out war on them with the side of a table or a bottle opener isn't just a waste of time, it's annoying.

If there's a quick fix out there, he'd like to know.

Hence, Adam comes out of self-imposed isolation to speak to the network as a whole, though there's a bright side to having a girl's voice and that's that no one can guess who it belongs to straight away. In an attempt to protect his anonymity further, he's stepped out of his room to use one of the wall units he's seen around and not his actual phone. Better safe than sorry.]}

This Freaky Friday body switch stuff is great, but has anyone figured out how to switch back? Someone should let the talking lizard know this isn't fixing shit.

_{[One might be inclined to believe this bluntness is hiding a calmness of some kind. Almost.]}

Look-- _{[When he goes to speak again, something clatters to the ground. There's a grunt of irritation. He's made the mistake of trying to grab two of his travelling companions--his personal device and a bottle of water--with one hand, the same hand that has a noticeably smaller hand span now, too small to hold both.]} Damn it. For f--

_{[No, he's not dealing with this calmly. He'd enjoy going back to normal, okay, please and thank you.]}

Are we doing something about this or are we just sitting on our hands, 'cause I'd really like to know.

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[Sorry, Adam, but here's someone who'll ask about your face anyway. Once he finally does get out of his room, there'll be Lena, casually strolling down the hall. But she stops when she catches sight of the poor girl's mangled face and her unique eyes widen in surprise.]

Oh my God, what happened? Please don't say there's another serial killer on the loose.

_{[Why does it have to be her? Adam stops short, his sense of victory at convincing the closet to vomit up clothes that (sort of) fit dying fast. He's one step shy of pulling his hood over his head like a teenaged hoodlum for moments like this. Can't the people he knows just stay inside when he doesn't want to see them? Or is his luck so bad that they gravitate toward him?

The monster-lover with her head up her ass--Lena, he remembers--looks different from this angle, and it takes a moment to process that that's because he's shorter in stature than he used to be. Gives a whole new meaning to his mom saying, "If I'd had a daughter instead...]}

What?

_{[What does a serial killer have to do with the body...? But it dawns on him. That's right, he might recognize her, but she doesn't recognize him. He's not a "him" anymore, he's a walking baby-maker.

Lucky him, he does still have all the hallmarks of domestic abuse.]}

N... no. Serial doorknob.

_{[The sound of his own voice makes him feel like a ventriloquist in his own body. Without further ado, he starts to skirt around her. Exit, stage left.]}

[Here's the thing: Lena is nice to people who show her kindness, because she hasn't had much of it in her life outside her own family. Sure, she makes missteps --she's a self-proclaimed emo Caster girl, so she knows she's got attitude and can be a total downer-- but she really does have a good heart.

When people are jerks to her, sometimes she's a jerk back. It's juvenile, but it's better than setting their final exams on fire like that girl who talked shit on her dead uncle. This is just a girl Lena's never seen before, and she's hurt. Lena knows she really can't help now, but she wishes she could. She doesn't even get the knee-jerk reaction anymore to be wary of blonde girls like they're about to bully her for existing.]

I'll keep an eye out for those.

[She turns slightly as the girl goes to get around her.]

Are you new?

[Because if an event did this, Lena wants to know, but she can understand if a newbie was beaten up by something strange and doesn't want to talk about it because who would believe her?]

_{[Had it been before he'd seen and experienced the world's underbelly for himself, before he'd visited Hell, he might have thought differently. But now? Now that he's seen the inside of Lucifer's Cage himself? Now that he's finally free from years there? Someone brushing Hell off as no big deal and portraying it as some kind of learning experience isn't a person Adam cares to know in this life, or the next. No one with a heart would run their mouth off about it if they knew the truth.

Not knowing and running at the mouth isn't much better; under the circumstances, Adam has exactly zero warm and fuzzy feelings for this girl--whatever she is--getting offended on his behalf over a broken nose. A punch to the face, he can handle. Repeated torture in the pit, not so much.

He looks back as he gives Lena her answer.]}

No.

_{[Adam could say that that's because he's been here a while and that they've already met, but he's not about to give her ammo. He's got plenty of dicks to deal with without adding one more.

If he has to hear one self-righteous word about how being a girl will give him a greater perspective on feminism, he might just snap and end up the next serial killer Wonderland needs to put on its watch list.]}

[Not that talkative. Okay. Lena's been there. Lena's been that girl. But she must be used to the way Caroline or Brittany can talk about whatever comes into their heads without worrying that it's the wrong thing, or that they'll be judged for it.]

Oh, okay. It's easy to miss people here. The mansion's so big.

[She shuffles her feet a little, wanting to ask the girl what really happened to her, but at the same time doubting she'll get an answer. She probably wouldn't give a straight answer if she were in her shoes.]

Anyway, I guess you're busy.

[Why else would the girl be leaving her room, right?]

_{[It's not just easy to miss people, it's also too fucking easy to have your body swapped out for something else. There's something a little more straightforward about running from zombies or even walking around as a suit of armor than it is being yourself... but not yourself at the same time. He's dealt with his soul being flipped inside out, but not his body.

For once, he just wants to be Adam, shredded soul, sleep-deprived meat suit and all.]}

Yeah, just a bit. Jam-packed schedule.

_{[He's got a date with Wonderland's new whacky attractions to try and reverse this shit, not that he's about to say as much. Even so, despite still having the text evidence to prove that underneath Lena's misjudged little girl act is quite the judgmental bitch herself, Adam keeps his reply neutral and composed.

Giving her a piece of his mind just isn't worth it, not there will always be a Grand Canyon between human and non-human. He doesn't have to be a monster expert like his brothers to know it. He's not the person who can bridge that gap.]}

Don't worry, no more killers than normal. Later.

[ cora's not fairing very well, either. ]

[ she's a guy. ]

[ and very desperate to follow her footsteps to reverse this. she'd thought wednesday was just a temporary joke — something witchy, maybe, or just something plain wonderland — but waking up again as a guy hasn't been very fun. at all. the bathroom breaks are painful and the showering is even more so. cora's not the type to blush, but every time she looks at herself in the mirror — naked — she finds her face heats up as red as a beetroot. ]

[ walking down the hall with legs that are too big and arms that are way too thick — and the facial hair, god, she wonders how derek can put up with this rat growing from his face — cora's movements are a little … bulky, to say the least. she doesn't walk with the confident stride that characterises her as older than her seventeen years. she tries. ]

[ she's on her way back to the gazebo when she passes adam. she doesn't recognise the girl, but, it doesn't really matter — cora's not exactly the most socially competent. she stops and frowns. ] What happened to your face?

Doorknob.

_{[This is as creative as his answer gets as a girl. When he (she?) notices Cora, Adam eyes the dark-haired guy like he really is growing a live rat from his face. Is he...? Could he be...?

Adam can't bring himself to ask if he's another victim of the body-snatching escapades, if this is an epidemic that's going around. Still, it'd be better than blurting out something ridiculous like he's half-tempted to do, like the curling iron beat me in a fight. At least, at the very least, the actual truth that he'd gotten beaten up by another girl is slightly more tolerable when he's now a girl himself.

And then, because he should say something even if he can't find the right words, he adds:]}

You shouldn't. _{[A significant glance toward the gazebo.]} Go there. I think it's cursed or something.

[ cora arches an eyebrow — one of those thick, furry eyebrows. it probably doesn't make her look as tough as her girly eyebrows do. if anything, it's just more hair on her face. ]

[ but a doorknob. huh. either this girl had been walking on her knees or she's lying. but if she doesn't want to share, cora's not going to press. she's a guy, this girl has walked into a doorknob, and cora's facial hair looks like an animal has died and rooted itself to her face. she's not going to press someone for details when everything in wonderland has been literally turned inside out. ]

I know. It turned me into this. [ and cora does not sound pleased at all. she looks down at herself with a scowl. she might be slightly taller and be a well-built kind of guy, but, cora kind of misses the things that make her cora. ]

[ she looks back at adam, now wondering if this girl had, once upon a time, been a guy herself. she doubts it works only one way. ] Going to see if it'll change me back. I'm not waiting around for anything to fall off.

_{[Maybe not tough, but definitely Orlando Bloom-y. Good job, Cora, you ain't half bad looking as a guy.

And as for Adam... well, the problem is, he's not really a girl, and this boy isn't really a boy, and this is a clear case of Wonderland outdoing itself. The understanding that this is yet another person who's gotten a full dose of Wonderland crazy causes Adam's uncertainty to melt into a hard frown; he appraises Cora right back while she's busy appraising him.]}

You, too?

_{[Oh yeah, Adam's definitely another victim. He could try to hide the fact and save his pride, but what's the point? If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Knowing he's not the only one who's had this happen is better than thinking he's the only one.]}

I tried, a few times. Nothing's happening.

_{[Let's ignore the part about things falling off, because he has a rack now and those puppies don't feel like they're going anywhere anytime soon in his case.]}

[ aye, thanks captain. ]

[ well, that's a confirmation. cora hadn't really suspected much — except that the doorknob story had been bullshit — but to have it confirmed that a guy had turned into a pretty girl … she hates that she can't recognise who this is. she doesn't have the biggest friends list (or acquaintance list), but cora hopes she would've known who was behind the feminine features and the doorknob broken face. ]

You're probably not doing the right thing. [ because clearly cora will and has been doing the right thing. she always has to be slightly condescending, doesn't she? either way, she's hopeful that there is a right way — and that they're not stuck like this for however long wonderland wishes to swap their genders. ]

Who are you?

_{[He'd probably look prettier without the sour look on his face like someone's shoved a bag of horseshit under his nose, but that's Cora and her patronizing remark's fault. Not doing the right thing?]}

Because you're having all the luck. I hope you were a beard girl before.

_{[Don't give him lip, whoever you are. Cora's welcome to take a swing at him, too, but it's going to look a lot worse now that he's a girl facing down a dude. Adam gives Cora a militant who are you? look in return.

If he hadn't already met her in the hall, he'd be half-convinced this is that girl Lena he's talking to. Adam doesn't know that many people, but there aren't as many assholes in the pond as one might think.]}

That depends, who wants to know?

[ it's unfortunate, cora's never really thought about it before. but! it's not her fault she doesn't want to shave her face and end up with half of it sliced off. the beard stays — and when she finds out who she's talking to, she's going to be a girl for once and judge him super hard for his facial hair or lack thereof. (at least i can grow it.) ]

[ she thinks about punching him, but takes pity. the doorknob did a good enough job with wrecking his face. ]

[ she really should know that she's talking to adam winchester. he's one of many who grate cora's nerves — as that tends to be everyone she comes in contact with — but it seems as though she has some sort of gravitational pull when it comes to always finding adam in the stickiest and weirdest of situations. and she always gets his lip for it. ]

[ cora rolls her eyes, aggravated — and if that wasn't a sign that she was cora hale, then maybe the wolf shifting (if she could still do that — god, her werewolf face would be so ugly as a guy) would clue some people in. she looks at him like he's an idiot because he is. ] Cora. Cora Hale.

Chapter 1

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the chapter of bras

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chapter 2, but of course

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face twin tango round two

/throws gauntlet down

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