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[irrelevance]

Now I don't want to sound pretentious when I say this, but no matter how much this camera blows, you can't deny this view. [ booms the voice of some guy who still manages to find a great angle to showcase a particularly beautiful shot of the gardens that most residents are probably already familiar with. yes, residents. he's done his research. he's tech-savvy enough for that and smart enough not to run screaming, blabbing to the first person in his vicinity. he recovers what's left of his sanity and he waits; he learns. then he appears on his own terms. ]

It damn near takes your breath away. [ so does arriving face first in the pool. ] There are only a few things in life that have that kind of power. That kind of sway over you. [ hm? he shakes his head clear of it and steers the view away from the fountain ( far, far away ), cutting the feed and switching to text without ever revealing his face. ]

so, i wanted to pose a question to you, Land of Wonder. what would you describe as a sight for sore eyes, and why? is it something that can be physically found or does it exist strictly in the imagination?

and don't worry, i know all about how curiosity killed the cat. i'm more of a dog guy. on that note, if anyone's seen either one of mine, i'd really appreciate whatever information you have. one of them is like a wrecking ball. he's big, hairy, and he leaves a huge mess. he answers to Derek, and no, you never get used to the drool. the other one's kind of small, but he never stops trying to learn the same darn trick. Scott's just so predictable. you almost have to like him and feel sorry for him at the same time.

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voice; i said i was going to bed and i lied (also 1/2)

[hypercompetent]

[ #NOPE ]

voice;

[hypercompetent]

[ Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Nope.

Wonderland has this habit of bringing in people from all over the place, good and bad. It doesn't matter who they are, apparently, because Stiles could recognize that voice--that very dead voice at home--anywhere. That pretentious (and that is exactly what you are) camera talk, the language of the text message (which is already making him seethe), that could only belong to Matt Daehler.

Who is supposed to be dead. And not in Wonderland.

Stiles stares at his device for a second, and replays it to make sure he's not going freaking crazy before he answers. There's no measuring the heat to his voice, because he's fiercely defensive of both "dogs", and he snaps out a quick-- ]

Sorry, we've got this thing about animal abusers going on here. Real serious. [ because oh fuck. oh fuck. Of all the people to show up from Beacon Hills recently. He takes half a second to fire off a text to Derek and Scott, but otherwise, speaks to Matt without showing his face. ] And let me tell you, dude, you are like the last thing someone'd call a sight for sore eyes.

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[resent]

[ you in danger, girl ]

[ cora doesn't like the tone of this entire broadcast. naming both derek and scott with dog metaphors? easiest way to make the hair on her arms and neck bristle and her temper flare. ]

What do you want with Derek?

[ she does think to ask who are you?, but she doesn't particularly care. like a bull who sees red, she charges. and the red happens to be both derek and scott's names, even if she only asks after one. ]

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[irrelevance]

[ oh, come on! he's not going to tell anyone their potentially precious secret. there are ways to explain why he's calling them dogs, aside from being werewolves. ]

exactly what i said. i wanted to know if he was here. [ and he's pretty sure she answered that. like fifty-percent. ]

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[algidity]

[ Does Isaac recognise the voice? Well, he's not exactly giving that away if he does. But there he is, peering curiously at all this. ]

Why? Why do you want to know about Scott or Derek?

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[irrelevance]

[ either way he's not giving up his whereabouts, so text works for him. ]

why not? i don't like not knowing what or who i'm surrounded by.

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[ausdauer]

You are too loud.

Also, seeing my house.

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[irrelevance]

i'm texting. half of this is a text. it doesn't have a sound.

do these things have text tones? [ what is your damage?? ]

[alwaysnext]

[What is this? Genuine awkwardness, or someone who's spotted the trophy for Wonderland's Biggest Creeper and is going for it full-pelt?]

you're pretty zen for a kidnap victim.

'what's ur biggest mental weakness' is really a second date question tho. soz.

[irrelevance]

i've had all day to get my shit together. freaking out's not going to solve any problems. [ truthfully, he is freaking out. he's not ready for this but it's not like he has anything to go home to. ] asking what people find beautiful isn't that intrusive.

[Text] ("Bad Ideas" for $500, Alex!)

[notmymccalling]

[He waits and he watches. Immediately replying to that voice that he knows is dead just feels like such a bad idea. All his extra senses are telling him not to. But he already knows there's activity from the rest of his friends in response, because it wasn't just his name Matt asked for.

Hiding isn't something he can or would do. So, he decides to play it semi-safe and sends a text instead. No voice reply, no video that could give his immediate location away.]

Matt, it's Scott.

[Because he's ever the good guy and only deceives people when he has no other choice. Right now, he's not going to tell him if Derek's here or not. Call that deception if you will.]

I'm here. Knowing that, you probably already figured out I won't let you hurt anyone here.

[He knows Matt isn't exactly out to eradicate everyone, but just in case he gets the idea of revenge in his head, he won't let it happen. It really all depends on just what the other teen remembers of home. With that out of the way,]

What do you want?

[And why did Wonderland bring you here?]

[Text]

[irrelevance]

hey Scott. [ so glad you could make it!

does he have hard feelings? it's a mixed bag. he's jealous of Scott because he has Allison, so that's one point against him, but then again.. Allison's not doing so hot herself in his books. what's he going to do if the person he wants revenge against isn't specifically here? ]

i want to know if we're going to have problems here. [ i want to know if you have the book. ]

[strategisch]

I'm very fond of the shoreline. I've never seen the ocean before coming here.

[irrelevance]

[ hahahahahaha, no. ]

that always seemed to be the general consensus back home. people always love the ocean.

text;

[onsilksheets]

Notre Dame. The cathedral, not the university. It's a really spectacular looking building in a wonderful city.

Now I have a question for you: are you shy?

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[irrelevance]

is that in your top ten?

i have my moments. i prefer being behind the camera, rather than in front of it. [ besides, a shot of his face would have ruined the build-up for the kids from home. ]

[Video]

[psalmed]

I believe that something you desperately want to see is a sight for sore eyes, if it exists in reality and is not a hallucination.

However, I would wish to argue that such things can not exist in full reality. You may remember your home a certain way, for example, but it will not have remained stagnant just because you are away from it. The home which exists in your mind and the home which exists when you see it again are different places.

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[irrelevance]

that's a pretty wise thing to say. have you been thinking about home a lot or do you have some experience with returning to things not as you left them?

text » private remember that time I was supposed to be on hiatus

[driven]

[ no.

of all the people from beacon hills, of all possible people...

allison doesn't need to watch the video again. doesn't need to listen to it a second time to make sure she's right. it takes one start, one press of the button, and the sound of that voice. his voice.

she's lived through a lot in these last few months, but there are some people you just can't forget. some people who leave a lasting impression. doesn't mean that impression is good, or at all decent. in fact, if anything, it leaves something of a sharp, iron-esque taste in the back of her throat. the feeling of staring a kanima down, seeing jackson's eyes.

if she was being smart, she wouldn't have responded at all. if she was being smart, she would have seen this and ignored it and put it off until she's had time to talk to derek, to scott. but allison doesn't have to wait for anyone. she's strong, she can protect herself, a little boys with stalkerish tendencies don't scare her.

( not anymore )

but even so, the conversation is filtered. her face hidden behind texts. just because he's here doesn't mean she has to see him face to face. ]

what do you want with derek and scott?

text » private i don't remember it fondly so i have summoned you

[irrelevance]

[ if she's not afraid, then why is she hiding? that would be the first scar he tried to split open because that's what he does. he picks at scars, at old wounds that most people are supposed to forget. instead of growing a pair and moving on, and accepting that the world is fucked up, he's stuck. maybe it would be different if he told someone as a child and got it out there but his parents never pushed hard enough. and he obviously didn't have any friends after Isaac Lahey, or someone would have been told.

instead he sees the world incredibly different than everyone else.

people are ugly and they need to be punished.

but he doesn't know he's talking to Allison. ] to speak with them. isn't it obvious?

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[boyhood]

Curiosity doesn't kill cats here, or anything else for that matter.

But to answer your question, imagination and dreams hold the most power over us. Until you make something physical out of a dream.

_{[Two cents from the magical not-king of an island that runs solely on imagination. Hey, Matt, welcome to Wonderland!]}

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[irrelevance]

really, not even in Wonderland? [ surely it eventually got the cheshire. ] have you ever made a dream come true?

[ dreams are like goals, in that regard. if you want something, sometimes you have to take it. ]

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[seizurings]

[Shit.

Erica recognizes that voice, confirming it when he calls out Derek and Scott. She wants to get pissed at the dog comment, but fear is definitely coming through a lot stronger than anger. She remembers her seizure - she remembers everything with the kanima... An experience she really really doesn't want to repeat.

She shouldn't respond to him, shouldn't even THINK about letting him know she's here, still reeling from finding out she'd died and a few other small things a few days earlier.

She may be mad at her pack, but this was bad. Very bad.

She mulls it over for a moment, deciding to text him - keep as much of her real emotion out of it as possible... put on a brave face.]

Someone would have to miss you for you to be a sight for sore eyes.

Also - insulting both Scott AND Derek? I knew you were an idiot, but I didn't think you were that stupid... can't say I'm that surprised though.

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[irrelevance]

okay, what is with that? i never claimed to be one. i asked what people found to be beautiful. [ Erica, slow your roll, or he's going to give you something to be afraid of. and on the second note, he's not an idiot. neither one of them is really the type to go after someone on insults alone. Derek might but there's something going on between him and Scott that Matt can't quite figure out that makes Derek glance in his direction sometimes.

approval or something, he's not sure. ]

you know, it's funny, Erica, but i don't really remember asking for your opinion. [ yeah, he figured out how to look for numbers and their names attached to it. ]

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[triskeles]

[ After Stiles shot him the text about Matt's arrival, Derek has been observing the public exchanged between him and the rest of the pack. He considers everything quietly for a long moment, working his jaw a little while he debates how he wants to approach this. ]

You obviously know I'm here already, considering everyone else has asked you what you want with me. [ He's completely bypassing the dog jokes, because he's living with Stiles. He hears them frequently, and at this point he's not particularly interested in humoring him with a reaction to them. ] So what is it that you want from me, Matt.

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[irrelevance]

i don't want anything from you, Derek. [ this has to be Derek. there's nobody else, and he's been informed that their alpha's here. the name thing before the text is pretty helpful too. truthfully, he wants them all to stay out of his way and the only way he's going to get that is by playing by the rules. abiding by the truce. ] except your word.

if i play by Scott's rules and leave you and your friends alone, [ yes, it pains him to type friends and not pack ] can i assume the same will be done for me?