entranceway | text; Ahh, come feel the rain.

[It's been a while, hasn't it, Wonderland. Tom doesn't have the balls to approach the network any way other than text. He doesn't want to show his face. He doesn't even want to do this but it's only fair to post a public warning. This is stupid, asking for trouble, he knows. But. Well. Event.]

This is a public notice.

I've relocated to the 1st floor. I'll try to stay out of your way.

For what it's worth, I'm so sorry. If it were up to me I'd disappear completely, but it's not fair to any of you to be in the clinic.

I've never been a man of words but sorry doesn't even to begin to express what I am. Sick, maybe. Sick and without any way to make amends for it. My future self could have prevented this and I can't pretend to understand why he didn't.

But what I know for sure is that I am not dangerous.

[Tom has relocated to room 025 on the first floor. He will be spending most of his time trying to avoid every living being but if you're after a confrontation or just curious to meet Wonderland's resident nutjob, he's there.]

[[A PRAYER - intercept-able to higher beings or those with telepathy who might hear. Feel free to reply via this post, action, or in his ic contact voice mail. The prayer is made late at night, through heartbreak and torment. Perhaps a last ditch effort from someone who has lost their faith a long time ago.]]

Almighty God, our heavenly Father,
I have sinned against you and against my neighbor in thought and word and deed,
through negligence, through weakness, through my own deliberate fault.
I am truly sorry and repent for all my sins....not that I deserve, o God.
For the sake of your Son- for the people of this world whom I have wronged..hurt. Ruined.
Please forgive me for all that has passed and grant that I may serve in newness of life
to the glory of your name.
Lord, I am not worthy to receive you but only say the word and I shall be healed.

Please. Please.. help me. Please make this go away. Make me go away.
I've done enough damage.

Amen.

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long enough to hear all the peachy tidbits on you so whats with the texting Was kinda hoping to see the whole twin thing for myself

[ as for tom staying out of everyone's way... dean might not know him, but if he knows anything about the breed of human tom is claimed to be, that won't last long. ]

[By breed he hopes you mean the gentle, unassuming kind who likes to play guitar and cuddle his cat.]

Oh goody.

And tbh? You know what happened, you really think a video stream is a good idea?

[ ....................................................................................change cuddle to strangle, then sure. ]

didn't say you had to show your mug to everyone. And you already gave away your new location. basically an invitation for some people.

Fine by me. I'm not attempting to defend myself.

[And then because it is CLEARLY A GREAT IDEA, Tom flips to video. He looks, well. Like shit. Shouldn't be hard to see that, Deano. You wear the look like an old leather jacket.]

Just didn't seem fair to haunt to clinic anymore. A heads up seemed fair.

[ score. once the video turns on, dean's caught staring despite knowing what would follow. it's still weird, even after he's seen another version of himself, multiple times at that-- but for this guy to look exactly alike and be an entirely different person?

shit's crazy. and crazy does look like shit, apparently. ]

I like that; a murderer who likes to make sure things're fair. They're gonna make a flick 'bout you, I bet. [ won't that be something? ]

So what's your deal anyway?

[Ironic, isn't it.]

Well, you know. I try.

[But the joke is empty, a gut response, especially when dealing with Dean. Sorry man, you two have history.]

What do you want to know. You've heard..everything by now, I assume. Because to be honest? I'm still trying to figure it out. One minute I was okay and the next.. I started losing time..seeing things. Thought I was hunting a monster..turned out I was chasing my own tail.

Sure, but I haven't heard your take on the whole thing.

[ maybe if he'd seen the damage tom had done, this would be going entirely different. but he didn't -- or doesn't remember -- so he's more curious than anything. ]

We've all been there-- in a way or so, I guess. Usually with less blood and no angry mob of people. What makes you think you ain't gonna flip the switch again and get out the chainsaw?

[Dean are you...empathizing? He pulls a face somewhere between are you serious and wow, so classy before sighing and thinking better of dignifying that with a response quite yet, dragging his hand over his face, instead.]

You're not gonna like it..

I don't like a whole lotta things, pal. Trust me, I'd take you up on the whole you disappearing gig if it actually was an option. [ mostly for the safety of others. ]

Let's hear it.

Cut a deal with Crowley. Signed and sealed.

But uh, if we're being specific, it was a different me..deal still holds, though. I'm sick, Dean. He..I don't know..ripped it out. Cuffed and gagged it. I'm just a human, you know? Not exactly a match for the king of Hell.

[Snort. He scrubs his face again.]

That sounds fuckin' nuts.

[ ...... ]

Come again? [ because dean thought you just said you made a deal with crowley. a deal with motherfucking crowley. ]

You made a deal with that slimy son of a bitch-- do you even know what that-- that's fuckin' stupid. [ dealing with demons is the worst. and dean, for all his deals in the past, still has enough room to judge. ]

So to top off the fact that you like murderin' people, you shake on it with demons and expect-- hell, I don't even know. Here I thought you psychopathic types at least had something smart going for you in that twisted little noggin of yours.

Oh, fuck you, man.

Shit.

Okay, listen.

It wasn't me. I mean, it was- it was my body, but it wasn't me that did all this. I wasn't even here for it, you get me? Like possession?

And I already told you, I didn't make the deal, either, it just applied to me. but he can't break it, right? That's the rule?

[ this is just messed up. ]

Screw his rules-- [ technically true, but. ] You poke him often enough with something sharp and hard, and he'll start taking back his deals.

I'm not intending on poking anyone, that's the point. He owed me and so he fixed me.

[For lack of tact.]

You know he can unfix you with a snap of his fingers, right? This deal you have-- it ain't a permanent cure.

..Bullshit.

No, what you're buyin' from him is bullshit.

[Tom falters. Like he never considered that was a thing that could happen. He thought a deal was a deal was a deal and he was alright now.. not alright depending on Crowley's whim.

It shows, too. His face and shoulders drop and he just.. just.. well fuck. Ducks his head and runs his hand through his hair.]

..shit.

[ sorry to burst your bubble with a bit of caution, tom. ]

Look, I ain't sayin' it'll happen, but it could. He's basically got you by the short and curlies with this, meanin' you get in his way or do something to piss him off... [ he's sure tom can imagine the rest. ]

[Yeah... Yeah he can. Defeated. Just, completely.]

Fuck me. I didn't even make this deal.

[He looks back at the camera]

So what do I do? Is there- is there like a trap or something I can.. can I tattoo it or something?

[ and here comes the part where dean wonders just how much he should tell tom about all of that. if this is all some game, he could be giving info to the worst person. but then, hasn't he already been? ]

An anti-possession tattoo'll only get you so far, man.

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