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

[resign]

[ but it bothers cora. so, this must be what it's like, to be offered advice on something so personal, even though it should really only be personal for him if she's asking things about guys. this entire thing is too confusing. cora simply looks at adam, brows furrowed, as though he's grown a second head and it's not one that looks anything like his male counterpart. ]

And you'll answer? No ribbing, no joking, no being a jerk?

[ she can't help the upward curl to her mouth when she says it. at first glance, she had thought him to be hopeless, always walking into danger just because he wanted to somehow punish himself for things he soon opened up to her about. now, she's not quite sure what to make of him. but she's starting to learn that he likes to be humorous in the most serious of situations. ]

[ mostly: she doesn't want him to bring it up against her if she asks about shaving or hair or anything else. cora may be made of stone, but sometimes stone blushes. ]

[halfsister]

<sub>[It hadn't been that long ago that Adam had had to relearn how to live in a body again. Eating, going to the bathroom... he'd needed help with everything when he'd first come to Wonderland, and as a result had gone through every disgusting and humiliating part about being in a flesh and blood form. He's thankful he can only remember so much of what Team Winchester had undoubtedly had to do for him; his stubbornness in getting back on his feet and becoming self-sufficient enough to live alone has a lot to do with keeping those incidents from ever happening again.

Everyday guy stuff that doesn't involve needing someone to help carry you to the john? Yeah, he can handle that. The fact that Cora seems to think he's going to get his jerk on over two-bit crap like that makes him question her with a look right back.]</sub>

When do you remember me ever getting on your ass about something?

<sub>[He hasn't, unlike Cora. She has a funny way of classifying jerks--bit of a pot calling the kettle black.

His retort stands as a "no" across the board, but since Cora seems to need some extra assurance, he adds:]</sub>

Really not a big deal. Your call.

[resign]

[ she lets an awkward silence sit between them. it'd be a lie to say she's not quite used to people being nice to her — even after she had so much as insulted stiles, scott, and lydia, stiles had offered to drive her home in case her head injury was worse then they all thought. and most likely because she'd have to walk. while she's sure this is adam's display of being nice, since she very much thinks he's very rough around the edges, she has to take it for what it is — and feel as uncomfortable about it as she did with stiles not taking no for an answer for giving her a lift home. ]

Thanks.

[ best to ask a stranger she may never see again than one of the guys in the pack who will rib her about it until she's blue in the face. even though her logic is backwards and she should trust scott or isaac or derek or stiles with her questions, cora doesn't particularly want to appear weak in front of them. ]

I'm still going back to the gazebo. It might reverse this. [ you can come if you want is left unsaid. she doubts he will, but since they're no longer complaining or snarking or her misinterpreting him and him being him, she figures she'd be nice and simply not turn her back and walk away. ]

[halfsister]

<sub>[This is awkward.

He wishes she'd say something, even if just to give him something to go on, to let him know if this strange up and down conversation they're having is over, or if he should pop another ibuprofen and get his teaching hat ready.

In response to her thanks, he shrugs and nods. If she doesn't have anything on her mind right now, guess that's that. At the end of the day, he's in Wonderland to get by, not turn over a new leaf and make friends. Creeping through each day the way he has been--praying that today won't be the day he blacks out in the shower or on the stairs and kills himself--doesn't mean he can't try to help if he can, though.

Adam very rarely can, so the opportunity is just as unusual for him.]</sub>

Okay.

_{[He's already lingered around the gazebo plenty today, already had a whole boatload of nothing happen, but he keeps those thoughts to himself. Maybe Cora will get lucky.]}

If you figure out what the "right" thing is, let the rest of the class in on it.

[resign]

[ fortunately, adam won't be popping any ibuprofen any time soon in cora's presence. she doesn't particularly want to endure the awkwardness of asking him questions, and she doesn't particularly want to get into another kerfuffle because both of them are pretty stupid. she figures she'll spare them both the headache and get back to doing what she does best — acting, rather than sitting on her ass waiting for this curse to wear off. ]

[ she smiles. ] You'll be the first to know. [ and whether or not she means it, well, she doesn't even know herself. ]