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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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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?

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