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[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 Video filtered to Allison and Isaac )
( Action for Stiles )
( Private Text filtered to Natasha )
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 Video filtered to Allison and Isaac )
( Action for Stiles )
( Private Text filtered to Natasha )