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Um, is this thing on? [Allison runs a hand through her hair. Freaked out doesn't even begin to cover it anymore. Constant state of wtf is what's going on.] Is there anyone who can tell me what's really going on? The whole "Hi, you're fictional, deal with it" kind of thing isn't settling to well. [That might have included air quotes.]

Scott? Please tell me you're here too. Or... anyone, really.

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[ Is that... yes! Another voice he knows! ]

Allison! It's Stiles!

Stiles? Oh god Stiles, what in the world is going on?

It's, er. It's hard to explain. Basically, as far as I know? We're all stuck here.

How are we stuck? How did we even get here in the first place?

There's a barrier apparently. Like, a super serious one. Like, human bug zapper kind of barrier. And I'm not really sure, people just seem to wake up here? Is that what happened with you?

Woke up in a hospital-

[She cuts herself off, peering at the screen. She's not looking at you, Stiles, but at the person behind him.] Is that who I think it is?

Huh? [ He turns around and, yup, Derek is looming again. ] Would you stop?!

[ He turns back to the screen. ] Er, yeah, Derek's here too. I haven't seen Scott or anybody else around though...

[ He's got his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, staring at the video screen. He can't really see it, but he can hear it just fine, and he raises two fingers in a sort of mock wave. ]

Great. It's the three of us, stuck here, until we find a way home.

[She's not sure whether to be happy or not.] Could be worse.

Yup. [ He rubs at the bridge of his nose. ] I've been here for a couple months and... yeah. The odds really aren't in our favor in this place.

This place can't be as bad as back home, right? My parents aren't here, so that's a good sign.

[She's hopeful. Very hopeful.]

It's... [ He tries to think of a good word. ] Interesting. It's less, scared your supernatural friends will be killed and more... crazy, random crap happens. [ He pauses. ] I uh, spent a few days as five year old. If that's any indication.

[ He calls out. ] There wasn't much difference.

A five-year old? [Yeah, not sure what to say to that. A brief glance to Derek, because yeah, she can totally see that.]

This sounds like some weird sci-fi movie.

Shut up, no annoying werewolves allowed in this conversation! [ Stiles flails an bit at Derek and turns back to Allison. ] Yeah, it's all been pretty weird. Apparently this place just... pulls weird stuff on you when it feels like it.

[Wow. Someone's relationship got weird while they were alone.]

Worse than home. Wonderful. So do I have to stay in this hospital?

You should be able to leave. They assign you an apartment but, er, it's kind of luck of the draw with what kind of roommate you get. [ He shudders, oh god Magneto. ] But I ended up with this place to myself so Derek's here too.

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...you and Derek are rooming together.

[Stiles do you hear yourself.]

[ He does, unfortunately. ] I know! But like, believe me. Derek is way better than my real roommate. Seriously.

[ There is the tiniest of offended huffs. ]

[No offense, big bad wolf. but um. crazy.]

Who's your real roommate?

Um. Magneto? [ Yeah there's... no other way to drop that. ]

Wait.

[Give her a second to let her wrap her brain around that.] Comic book crazy helmet Magneto?

Yeeeeah. That guy. Make sense now?

Most people really don't believe the whole "we are fictional" shtick, so don't let that part get you down too much. There's enough weird crap going on in this place that most of us don't have the time for an existential crisis on top of it.

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