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[hypercompetent]

 [ So yeah. Of all people to tell that he's a fictional character, Stiles Stilinski is not one to take it well. 

He's spent his time since waking up after the nightmare that was the motel on the side of the road in some place called New Moore, snooping around town and looking for a couple things. Information, for one--he's poking into every business in town and scribbling things down, ordering from Starbox just to see if it really is actually any different from, you know, regular coffee back home, anything to figure out what the hell's going on. 

And two? He's looking for someone. Because after yesterday he's not too keen on being out alone. 

When he does finally open up a feed, you get the image of one (1) teenager with a bird's nest of a hairdo and huge brown eyes, who's fisheye close into the feed before he backs up. ]

Okay, the puns? Real cute. But okay, haha, jokes over. Seriously, this is like by far the most creative prank to have ever been pulled, ever, so props to you for that. Can someone point me in the direction of the law enforcement around here so I can make sure my dad's not worrying his brains out?

And if this is some kind of alpha trick, I need someone to point me in the direction of Scott McCall, and the sooner the better. 

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[notjohnsmith]

The post immediately before this one.

[hypercompetent]

Gee thanks for your kindness.

[notjohnsmith]

You wanted to find Scott McCall...

I can explain a few other things, Stiles-san, but I can almost guarantee you won't believe me.

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[tower_bound]

I... don't think any of this is a prank. But I do know there's a police station in-town, if you think they can help.

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[hypercompetent]

Yeah, that'd be great. If they could get me in touch with Sheriff Stilinski from Beacon Hills, that'd be awesome. There's probably already an EPB out with my name on it. [ Wow girl you have a lot of hair. ]

It sure feels like one. And I wouldn't put it past the people I know, either.

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[tower_bound]

If he's here, I'm sure they can. I mean, with all the magic talking... box... things... it shouldn't be hard to get a hold of him.

[Wait until you see it glow when she sings.]

Considering I was kind of taken from my world too... I don't think the people you know are behind all this.

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[hypercompetent]

Good. [ That does relive him a little, at least, although he's definitely still staring at her mountains of hair. ]

Wait--taken from your world? [ Stiles' brow furrows. ] So this is some kind of alternate universe BS?

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[tower_bound]

[It's far more impressive in-persons; wait until then, Stiles.]

BS? [No comprende.] Um, I suppose? I don't really know. But that's how it's been explained to me, and well... we don't have this talking things where I'm from. At least I don't think we do.

[duckface]

Look below your post.

[hypercompetent]

Lydia! You're here too--are you okay? [ automatic protective mode is a go ]

Yeah, thanks, some guy pointed me in the right direction. Apparently we took the bus to ... [ airquotes ] "New Moore", which sounds like a sitcom, instead of Beacon Hills.

[duckface]

Obviously I'm fine. And I know where we are, I've been here for the past year.

[hypercompetent]

................what? [ 404 does not compute ] Ly--I saw you like two hours ago. Seriously, the gas flare, the creepy motel straight out of a B list horror movie?

[duckface]

Yeah. I was there. I remember. But I also remember being here for a year, so I've got that to deal with.

[hawkingbird]

Oh god, you too, Lydia?

[duckface]

It's going around.

[hawkingbird]

I have some advil if you need it.

[duckface]

Juanes sells Costco sized buckets of extra-strength painkillers, I invested in a couple dozen a month ago.

[hawkingbird]

Jesus, Lydia, tell me when these things happen!

[duckface]

It's not like you were in Beacon Hills, didn't see any point telling you what went on.

[hawkingbird]

Yeah, but we're friends. Friends help each other. I could've been there for you.

[duckface]

There's nothing to "be there for," it was just weird and I got over it. Not all of us are alien banging supergirls, there wasn't much to tell on my end.

You're making a big deal out of nothing. Again.

[hawkingbird]

Fine. Are we still on for shopping and karaoke?

[duckface]

Yeah.

[hawkingbird]

Good. Don't hog the mike this time, okay?

[duckface]

Are you any better at singing than the last times?

[hawkingbird]

Hey, it's not that bad. We can't all be as perfect as you.

[duckface]

You can always try.

[banded]

Oh, hey. You were looking for me.

[He just finally looked at the main network, oops.]

QUEEN OF THE LATE TAGS SISI doffs crown

[hypercompetent]

Yeah, dude, only one person I'd wanna get told I'm a fictional entity with. [ Deadpan. ]

[banded]

Well. Yeah.



Hey, do you believe it? I mean, if anyone would know about this, it'd be more you than me. And—the Hulk is here.

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[laheyoneonme]

[isaac shows a video of scott, currently next to him for .5 seconds

and then he waves at the camera]

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[hypercompetent]

[ GIVE HIM BACK HIS BEST FRIEND YOU DICK ] Real helpful as usual, Isaac.

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[laheyoneonme]

[nope he's mine now!!!!]

You're welcome.

[bonapartiste]

Unfortunately, I'm afraid despite what it seems, this is no joke.

[Marius's eyes are bright as usual, but his face is truly dark, despite everything. The fact that he's here now, stuck, with no way back to Paris to his beloved Cosette, to his friends, to his life, makes him wonder what the point is. He looks a bit, to use a common phrase, like a kicked puppy.

Remind you of anyone, Stiles?]

I, too, would like to see the officers of law here. Perhaps we may seek them out together.

[hypercompetent]

[ Well this guy speaks kind of oddly and reminds Stiles entirely too much of Scott, but he seems nice enough. Scratching his hand through his hair, he squints at the video, sizing the guy up. ]

Did you just drop in here, too? Yeah, sure, that sounds good.

[swordhappy]

You may go to the police, the Avengers, or the gods, but you do not look like kin to any of them.

[hypercompetent]

[ distracted.jpg ] The Avengers?!

[hawkingbird]

Sorry, not a prank. Scott's here now, though.

[hypercompetent]

Yeah, noted. People here seem to take this whole fictionality thing in stride, huh?

[hawkingbird]

It's honestly not the weirdest thing to happen here.

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[coimiceoir]

[No... He's returned? That's definitely Derek's mate's voice! And where he is, Derek is sure to follow. She can't find the audio button fast enough, and in a moment there's a young Irish girl's voice coming through.]

Banbhan, you've come back! Is he with you? Where is he?

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[hypercompetent]

Banawho. [ Um, what. Stiles has literally no idea who this is, but he's immediately a little put on edge--that whole Celtic witch tormenting the town thing makes him a little jumpy. ] He what? I have no idea what you're talking about.

[anticonvulsant]

[ Well, look who it is. ] Fancy meeting you here!

[hypercompetent]

[ Erica, the last time Stiles saw you, you were a dead body in Derek's arms. He does a double take at her voice and stares, pretty unabashedly, with his mouth wide open. ]

Erica?

[anticonvulsant]

Uh, yeah.

[hypercompetent]

Oh my god. [ How do you tell someone "holy shit you were dead a couple days ago" without sounding like a total tool? Stiles tries to mop up the dumbass look on his face and settles for a grin, because hey! It's not like one of your friends just zombie revives that often. ]

I--uh, dude, it's awesome to see you. Like, really awesome. Got dragged to Pleasantville here too, huh?

[anticonvulsant]

Yeah, unfortunately. Isaac and Scott, too. [ She pauses. Should she tell him? Not like it'll matter. ] And Lydia.