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

[halfwinchester]

_{(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"

<sub>[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.]</sub>





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

<sub>[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.]</sub>



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

<sub>[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.]</sub>

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.

Comments

/throws gauntlet down

[halfsister]

<sub>[Clarisse has no idea how doing something so little as approaching Adam does startle him--once he catches sight of Clarisse from the corner of his eye, he turns to look, and that's when his eyes flare with recognition. Not the good kind.

A stranger coming up to him isn't what bothers him, or that he's somehow recognized Clarisse and remembers his attacker.]</sub>

Dean?

<sub>[No, what he sees when he looks at her in her body is his brother, or a version of his brother. Adam's eyebrows come together; warily, he searches her face. Is it... really Dean? Tom? Neither of them fit quite right. The face is too young, the hair not right. Dean's a lot older, and Tom, Tom should be locked up. And what this version of Dean says...

In all the time since Clarisse had jumped him, there's only three people in Wonderland who'd know to ask him something like that, and two of them wouldn't ask. That just leaves the third person, the person who'd attacked him in the first place.]</sub>

Who are you? Are you her?

_{[It's still not the idea of Clarisse herself that makes Adam look like he's seen a particularly unpleasant ghost. Dean. They've got Dean's face. Why?]}

[rues]

[ well, at least adam's not as stupid as he looks. he figures out who she is pretty fast, and she's at least gotta give him props for that. she has no idea why he's calling her dean, though, but she figures it's probably some kind of mistaken identity thing all over again. except, you know, with less face punching.

she hasn't exactly looked in the mirror since she turned into a boy, so she has no idea what she actually looks like. she'd probably be a little freaked out by the fact that she looks like someone she just met, just significantly younger. instead, she just shrugs. she's not here to fight, she's here to sort of make amends. ]

You got me. But if you're worried about me punching you again, don't be. I'm not here to fight.

[halfsister]

So you are supposed to be her.

<sub>[It's not terribly hard to put two-and-two together when you've barely left your room since that time, and he's learning to be attuned to those moments when the universe is laughing at him. Clarisse had busted his chops for looking like someone she apparently felt the need to slug in the face as hard as humanly (or inhumanely) possible, and now here she is, looking identical to someone Adam would dearly love to knock into next week himself.

If this is supposed to be Wonderland's way of balancing the scales, it's not fucking funny. For once, Dean Winchester's face is doing nothing to improve a girl's mood, especially not when said girl is really Dean's half-brother and the opposite of impressed with both Dean and the person wearing his face.

The very thin attempt to reassure him she's not here for round two just makes Adam narrow his eyes. He's not sticking around to find out either way.]</sub>

Good, because I still don't know you.

_{[He starts to take off before Clarisse tries to reverse all the careful attention he's shown his injuries while they heal correctly.]}

[rues]

[ clarisse really shouldn't be surprised when adam starts walking away. yeah, so their first meeting hadn't been very friendly, but this is clarisse trying to make amends! she doesn't just apologize, it's not really in her nature, but this was supposed to be her attempt at a truce if nothing else and adam is just walking away. she has about half a mind to reach out and pull him back.

actually, she realizes this a little belatedly, her reflexes kicking in before her brain can fire a warning shot. probably not the smartest move given their first encounter, but her hand is already grabbing adam's arm and yanking him back around to her. it's a firm grip, but nothing painful. it shouldn't even leave a bruise. ]

Hey!

[ oh, shit, that's really not what she meant to do. her hand flies off adam's arm and they both go up in a defensive manner. this is her peace offering. she's not here to fight, she just didn't think. ]

I wasn't finished. Look, you can punch me if you want, if it'll make us even.

[ that's about as close to an apology as he's gonna get. she hates leaving anything unresolved, and she'd really rather put this whole thing behind her. ]

[halfsister]

<sub>[They're not high up on his to-do list anymore, but he's fought uphill battles before. Making nice with the person who'd hit him hard enough to kill him isn't one of those, however. It's not even on the agenda. No forgiving and no forgetting, but they could at least go their separate ways and not bother crossing wires again, couldn't they?

In his books, that's resolution, but apparently this Dean is just as happy to steamroll over his opinion as the actual Dean. He stiffens at the restraining hand, resisting with a glare. Being grabbed makes him feel--like a girl. Helpless and at a disadvantage.

Whether as a girl or a guy, Clarisse has a presence, an aura of strength that's abundantly clear after being on the receiving end of the evidence; there's nothing comforting in feeling weaker and knowing someone can hurt you if they make the decision.]</sub>

What?

_{[He hates his voice, too. It's too soft.]}

What do you want? I'm not going to hit you back for an Even Steven. _{[That's stupid, even for someone who looks like Dean.]} Unlike some people, I don't get off on that sort of stuff.

_{[And if anything these days, he'd just take a gun from one of the closest and shoot someone if he wanted to get serious...]}

[rues]

[ you know, an invitation to punch clarisse isn't one she hands out that often, so really, adam should be thanking her for the opportunity. but, hey, if he doesn't want to, it's his loss. she can just try to goad him into it. if experience speaks for anything, she's pretty damn good at making people angry. ]

Who said I get off on it? [ maybe she kind of does, but he doesn't need to know that. ] I can't help it you just so happened to look uncannily similar to the guy who betrayed my whole family. [ you know, just the entire greek pantheon. ] And I'm guessing that right now, I don't exactly look like someone you like very much. So go on. Hit me.

[ she spreads her arms wide, a gesture of good faith. see, she's not even going to defend herself. she said she wasn't here to fight, and that much is still true. ]

[halfsister]

<sub>[They're a perfect match, then, because Adam's pretty damn good at being angry--especially at the face looking back at him. Dean's face. His half-brother, the one he shares a father with, the one who'd promised family doesn't leave family behind before doing exactly that.

The betrayal of family. He gets that. With sudden, stinging clarity, he gets that, and he draws back with a blink, at a loss. So what does that mean? He looks like someone who'd done the same to someone else's family? Is this his own family's curse at work, finding new ways to pass bad genes around?

Finally, after struggling to figure out how to make sense of any of this, he breathes in through his nose, a vain attempt to calm the tumult in his head down.]</sub>

You're right, right now you look like someone who screwed me. _{[The agreement comes with a heavy weight attached.]} But I'm still not going to hit you. You're not him, and I'm not your asshole, not in my normal body. If you want to hurt him half as much as I do, then... _{[He starts to shake his head.]} Then we're already even that way. Your Luke screwed you, sounds like he earned it. I can live with that, all right? Just pass the word around if there's more of you. I'm not getting revenge killed for someone else's screw ups.

_{[Not again, at least. Not if he can help it.]}

[rues]

[ she isn't expecting him to go off on a tirade, and as much as she's disappointed that he won't punch her, she's a little proud. so often people rise to her taunts so easily, but it takes a better man not to. she can respect that, even if she is still a little miffed. percy's always been like that, too, and as frustrating as he is, she respects him, even if she won't admit it out loud. ]

Tch. Don't have to worry about that. Percy's harmless, Annabeth's got a soft spot, and Thalia... [ well, she doesn't know about thalia. but she knows enough that thalia would never want to kill luke just for revenge. ] Doesn't matter. I'm the only one who'd try to revenge kill anyone, but that's not really my style. Better they're alive than dead, that way I can slowly torture them. It's a lot more satisfying that way.

[ not that... she's ever had the opportunity to do any such thing. but if she were ever in that kind of position... well, let's just say she's given it a lot of thought how she could torture luke until he begged for mercy. that would require stooping to a level she's not sure she could come back from, though, so it mostly stays hypothetical in the confines of her own head. ]

[halfsister]

<sub>[Clarisse should take it as a compliment. Words take work, and people normally don't get this many out of him in one go.

But it needs to be said. He doesn't want to be held up to those kinds of examples, or do what had been done to him to put him here, a large part of which had involved slow torture of the worst kind. Adam doesn't have to imagine what it's like when he's been on the receiving end, and having someone that looks like Dean talk about making someone hurt in those terms makes him narrow his eyes somewhat, ill at ease with the reminder.

No, there's really no part of him that wants to be in the middle of that ever again.]</sub>

Good to know. I don't know why things turned out like this, and I don't need to know the details. Just as long as it's got nothing to do with me.

_{[And he'll be making an extra special note to avoid all four of them from now on. The names she gives will help with that.]}