Scott McCall (
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entranceway2014-09-17 03:41 am
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[Audio=>Video=>Action] I blink and the world was gone
[Scott tumbles back into Wonderland disoriented and in full Lacrosse gear. He even still has the burns on his neck and hand from the attempted assassination, though they’re rapidly healing. His mind is a jumble, processing how he went from the locker room to the middle of a… garden?
He pulls out his phone and thinks he hits the call-back button because Stiles should be the most recent call on his list.]
Stiles? What the heck happened? Where am…? [But his voice trails off as memories hit him like a freight train. The network audio hangs there a while as he sorts through them in his head. Then it ends and is flipped over to a video feed.
The dark eyed teen looks a little dishevelled, but he seems to look less startled than his voice had been moments ago.] Wonderland, right. Sorry about that, um… disregard?
Private filtered to Allison and Isaac:
Allison? Isaac? Are you guys still… [There’s a knot in his throat that chokes off his words, so he swallows hard and tries again.] Are you both still here?
Action:
[Scott moves briskly back to the mansion and up the flights of stairs until he hits the ninth floor. It’s a quick dash down the hall to the Beacon Hills rooms, because let’s face it, they almost all live on the same floor. He reaches the 629th room and hesitates before rapping on the surface.] Stiles?
[He needs you, broski! He’s gone through a lot since he vanished and it was difficult for him to separate the tangle of Wonderland memories with ones from home. What would he do if his bestie was gone? He’d just been standing with him in the locker room after some psycho tried to take his werewolf head off with thermal wire and now he’s here.]
Private filtered to Natasha:
Sorry! I don't know how long I was gone, but I didn't mean to skip out on training! And repeat apology for every day I've missed along with grovelling for forgiveness?
He pulls out his phone and thinks he hits the call-back button because Stiles should be the most recent call on his list.]
Stiles? What the heck happened? Where am…? [But his voice trails off as memories hit him like a freight train. The network audio hangs there a while as he sorts through them in his head. Then it ends and is flipped over to a video feed.
The dark eyed teen looks a little dishevelled, but he seems to look less startled than his voice had been moments ago.] Wonderland, right. Sorry about that, um… disregard?
Private filtered to Allison and Isaac:
Allison? Isaac? Are you guys still… [There’s a knot in his throat that chokes off his words, so he swallows hard and tries again.] Are you both still here?
Action:
[Scott moves briskly back to the mansion and up the flights of stairs until he hits the ninth floor. It’s a quick dash down the hall to the Beacon Hills rooms, because let’s face it, they almost all live on the same floor. He reaches the 629th room and hesitates before rapping on the surface.] Stiles?
[He needs you, broski! He’s gone through a lot since he vanished and it was difficult for him to separate the tangle of Wonderland memories with ones from home. What would he do if his bestie was gone? He’d just been standing with him in the locker room after some psycho tried to take his werewolf head off with thermal wire and now he’s here.]
Private filtered to Natasha:
Sorry! I don't know how long I was gone, but I didn't mean to skip out on training! And repeat apology for every day I've missed along with grovelling for forgiveness?
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Yeah, I'll be okay and thanks. It was quite an experience. I was back home for months and I didn't remember anything about this place. It's weird. What about you? You okay? Anything change while I was gone?
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You didn't miss much. Apparently a new friend of yours showed up while you were gone.
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A new friend? Who was it?
[Okay, that has him a little worried. It could be any number of friends, but it could also be a not so friendly non-friend claiming to be a friend. Though, he was pretty sure the rest of his friends wouldn't let that charade go on long.]
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Didn't catch her name. Young girl about your age, showed up yelling for Stiles. Long honey-blond hair. Seemed to be having a bit of a control problem. not sure if she was one of your wolves or not, but she seemed pretty rattled by everything.
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That last part was a joke, by the way. Not the deadpool, but the flattered part.
Malia? She's here? That's eerie but awesome! Nah, she's not a wolf.
[But he will neither confirm nor deny that she's human. He has a bad feeling that Malia might make that known on her own by accident.]
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I thought you guys were all still secret in your world? How on earth did you manage to land on a deadpool?
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We haven't figured that part out for sure yet. Yeah, we're still secret, but this deadpool seems pretty freaking thorough. They've got everything from Banshees to Wendigo on the list. There are a lot more supernatural around Beacon Hills than I thought.
I'm starting to think Wonderland is safer than home.
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Not exactly a pleasant trip home then, I take it?
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[There's probably a long delay in his next reply, thinking over that loaded statement. She probably doesn't even realise it was that profound.]
No, it wasn't. I lost someone.
Tasha, can we talk? I can't do this over text. I'm headed to meet Stiles right now but can I stop by afterwards?
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I'm sorry, Puppy.
Yes. I'm in my room. Come find me whenever you're ready.
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[He knows it isn't much of a reply, but he can't really see his keyboard through the well of tears that he was fighting back to type anything more meaningful.]