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[bigkanimaoncampus]

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[ His eyes snapped open and he sat up all at once. At first, he wasn’t aware that he wasn’t on the cold floor of an old warehouse. He was only aware of the sudden intensity of everything. Smells. Sounds. Light. It all blurred together into a blinding, deafening, dizzying rush. Claws and fangs extended as he let out an involuntary roar.

But as the rush passed, he was left standing in the middle of his room. Naked. Confused. He went straight to the mirror, one clawed hand gripping the edge. He caught his reflection just in time to see the fangs and other newly acquired features features retreating. He’d done it. He’d finally become what he’d been after all along! He was struck with startling color of his eyes. Was it because Derek was the one to bite him? Derek had blue eyes before they’d brought Peter down. But everyone else had yellow. Maybe it was just rare?

He could think about that later. For now, there was something more important to do. He started getting dressed. He was pulling on his jeans as it slowly came together. The important thing he had to do was find Lydia. The key she’d offered to save him. What she'd said to him... But that had been in a warehouse. How was he back here? Where was she? He needed to find everyone else. Get answers. He snatched up his phone from the dresser and stopped. It was a phone, but not his. Those idiots!

Shoving it into his pocket, he headed for the door. Beyond should have been the upstairs hall of his house. The familiar smells of home. But instead he was greeted by the harsh light of the unfamiliar corridor, lined with strange doors. He took a cautious step out of his room, manicured brows furrowing. ]

MCCALL!

[ He called out, confused and angry. But then the smallest note of worry and fear entered his voice as he added...]

Lydia?

[ That fear started to settle in. The strange, unsettling lack of familiarity. He retreated back into his room, slamming the door. Pulling out that phone that wasn't his, he tried to see if there was something he could use on it. Someone to call. And rather quickly, he found the option to broadcast a message... ]

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[ The face that fills the frame is handsome in that douchebag model kind of way. Well, it would be, if he weren’t so incredibly pissed off. ]

I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, but someone out there is going to give me answers! Derek! MCCALL! I don’t care who! But you’re going to tell me what the HELL is going on and WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE REST OF MY HOUSE!

[ His seething rage seems to overpower him for a moment, his teeth grinding together. ]

If Stilinski had anything to do with this, he’s DEAD.

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[video]

[lydiascreams]

[No. No, no no.

When she hears his voice, her first reaction is to think this is some kind of flood. Some kind of network interference, or mirror barge issue.

But he keeps talking and the way he yells Derek's Scott's and Stiles' name, the way he talks about the rest of his house being gone makes her stomach tighten.

He's there. And he has no idea why.

She takes a deep breath and starts her video, doing her best to keep her expression blank. She can't freak out just yet. She needs to explain it to him first.]

Jackson?

[video]

[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ Seeing her, just hearing his name from her, is enough to ease off some of that tension. Not entirely, as he was still on the verge of panic. But it brought his anger down enough that he could at least be a little more coherent.

But it was replaced. By a tightness in his chest. What she'd last said to him, now in the clear light of day, frightened him. She'd said it, and he hadn't said it back. But he swallowed that all down. They could worry about that later. ]

What the hell is going on, Lydia?!

[video]

[lydiascreams]

[For a second, she just stares at him. That brief talk with him during the glitch never really felt real. Most like a hallucination created by the flood. But he had looked different then. Older.

Right now he looks exactly like he did the last time she saw him and it turns her stomach just to think of when he could be from.

But she needs to focus on helping him, not figuring things out.]

I'll explain everything to you. But you're safe. [For the most part.]

And-- Derek, Stiles and Scott have nothing with you being here, okay? Just tell me the number on your door, I'll come see you.

[myresponsibility]

I mean, I guess you could try, but it probably wouldn't go so well for you.

[The killing Stiles thing, he means. Guy's got a lot of friends who are pretty heavy hitters, and Peter's still not sure he wants to put on the suit again, but. You know.

Also damn, youuu look a lot like Flash?? And sound a little like him??]

[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ A lot of that anger evaporated, immediately. Or at least it seemed to. Quickly covered with a thin veneer of indifference in the presence of a strange face. His eyebrow twisted up, expression bordering on mild disgust. ]

Who the hell are you?

[myresponsibility]

[Another expression Peter is all too familiar with. Man, he thought he'd left all this behind after he graduated from high school.

Guess not.]

Peter Parker.

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[theresalwayshope]

[Allison is still sort of settling into her new temporary home. Fortunately, and strangely, Brownie is helping immensely by taking care of Duchess: there was some growling from the rabbit when the two met, but Brownie swiftly figured out that Duchess was a baby, and needed to be taken care of...and being a bit of a diva, Duchess just as swiftly took a liking to the constant attention.

The end result was a dog and rabbit shaped tail as Allison set up her things in Duke's spare room, as well as Duchess's things. Brownie trotted around behind her while Duchess hopped and scampered, occasionally growling when Brownie picked her up in her mouth like a puppy to keep her from going somewhere she didn't belong. Allison was just about to give Brownie a break by putting Duchess in her pen when they all hear the shout.

Allison doesn't recognize the voice immediately, but she does recognize the name.

Scooping up Duchess and grabbing her ring daggers off the counter, she lets Brownie trail after her as she scales up to the cabin door, opening it and sticking her head out into the corridor, a baby bunny cuddled to her chest...and almost comically, Brownie's head ducks out as well, followed by a low, warning growl.]

What the hell is going on out here?

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[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ He'd just made the announcement when he heard her in the hall. A familiar voice, though not an entirely welcome one. His memory was fuzzy, bits and pieces from his time under Gerard's control a bit more present than anything Matt had him do. But more impressions than anything. And he certainly didn't understand it.

That on top of what he remembered more clearly made him all the more irritated. Her being in the locker room for no apparent reason. Scott attacking him over it. Her involvement in his kidnapping. Talking behind his back when she thought he couldn't hear in the library. Everything.

He yanked the door open, burying all of discomfort down under cold and bitter anger. Not caring that his volume might disrupt anyone else on the level. ]

Your little boyfriend is behind this, isn't he!

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[theresalwayshope]

[It takes Allison a moment to realize what she's seeing, who she's seeing. When she does, her features pale as her jaw drops open...and she very nearly misses it when Brownie tries to bolt forward to get at Jackson.

Jackson.

She manages to catch Brownie by her collar, eyes fixed on Jackson as she tries to urge her back down the ladder into Duke's cabin. Steadying Duchess on her shoulder, she steps out and shuts the door once Brownie is safely inside, to much whimpering and scratching.

Your little boyfriend. For a second, she wonders how Jackson could possibly know about Isaac when she belatedly realizes he means Scott.

And he doesn't seem to know where he is. For Lydia, Allison's heart clenches in her chest with a sympathetic sort of anguish as she starts walking towards him.]

Behind what, Jackson? Do you know where you are? [God, maybe she was wrong and something else happened...something bad.

Something like Jerry...]

[americasdirtiest]

Hey, hey. Easy there, Rambo.

[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ Were you expecting a nice reply? Sorry, Mickey. This guy's got a massive superiority complex. He eyes the kid in the video and practically looks disgusted. ]

Look. I don't know who the hell you are, but you're not gonna be much help here. So stop wasting your time.

[americasdirtiest]

[Oh, good. A smug, rich, North Shore-looking asshole that's got beef with the decent part of the Beacon Hills crew and talks like a fake celebrity? It's been a while since Mickey felt so refreshingly free to hate someone with no qualms or moral ambiguity whatsoever.]

I'm one floor up from you. [Yeah, he'd heard the yelling.] Want me to come down there and make my introductions?

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[voluntaryapnea]

[All in all, it's been a really great couple of days. He's been in a perpetually good mood after his first official date with Lydia, and he's on his way back from bringing her coffee, still sipping a cup of his own. He's actually gone with decaf, because he tries not to combine regular coffee with his daily dosage of Adderall.

He doesn't have his comm with him. He left it in his room earlier this morning, so he has no idea that Jackson has arrived, or that he's broadcasted to the rest of the ship. His footsteps echo in the hallway as he heads back toward his room to settle in for a bit of reading.]

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[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ Jackson was expecting Lydia. Pacing his room. Nervous. Worried. Angry. Frustrated. Some of the things people were saying. The strange things outside his door. He refused to believe any of it.

Then he heard the footsteps. That must be Lydia. He was at the door in an instant. Yanking it open. But it wasn't the redhead he saw. Rather one of the people he despised most in the world. His face twisted with fury. ]

STILES!

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[voluntaryapnea]

[He isn't expecting a door to fly open, and he's expecting someone shouting his name angrily even less. Not that he isn't kind of used to it back home, because it's not like he's popular and people tend to shout his name in that oh so exasperated tone. But this isn't really exasperated, it's pissed off. It's also sickeningly familiar.

His reaction is to turn quickly, coffee sloshing out of the cup he's carrying and he stares with wide eyes and feels his good made vanish in an instant. Jackson.

Of course.]

...Jackson. [His tone is flat. Yeah, you are...pretty much one of the last people he ever wanted to see again -- topped only by the Nogitsune, Jennifer Blake, Matt Daehler, and Peter Hale.]

[freezerburns]

Actually, seeing how you have no idea what's going on? It looks like you're the dead one.

[A lonnnng pause and a shrug.]

Sorry. [THREE GUESSES HOW SINCERE THAT SOUNDS.]

[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ And that's just one of the many people he DIDN'T want to see. Guess how angry he is upon hearing Isaac's voice. If you guessed "very" you'd be right. ]

Lahey. [ The name is more of a growl than anything. ]

This another one of Derek's little tests?!

[freezerburns]

[After everything, after all the shit the Nogitsune put them through, after Allison? Jackson being pissed off doesn't rate very highly on the list of things that scare him. It's familiar, even if it's been long enough that Isaac barely feels like the same person he was when Jackson left. He rolls his eyes but he's a little less flippant, all the same.]

No. You've got a lot of catching up to do, Jackson.

[video]

[notsoneedy]

[Way to scream two out of three being names that she actually knows, new guy. You instantly have Needy's attention.]

You aren't another fucking kid from Beacon Hills, are you?

[video]

[bigkanimaoncampus]

Yeah. I'm Jackson Whittemore.

[ As if the name should mean something to her. ]

[video]

[notsoneedy]

Goooood for you? [Yeah this name means nothing to her, pal. Even if the pack has talked about him before, it's been as "Lydia's ex".]

Well if you don't know what's going on here, then you must be an inmate like me. Which is interesting, because all the other guys from Beacon Hills are wardens. So I'm sure that won't be awkward for you at all.

[text]

[seizurings]

[She could hear the yelling from her room, the video confirming what she already knew. Jackson was here.

Great... That's just fuc--

Giving a small groan, she debates reaching out to him but quickly changes her mind. She's not in the mood to deal with him so instead she just sends him a picture of her flipping him off with a simple little message.]

XOXO

[Surprise Jackson, your favorite blonde is here... How happy are you?

She leaves the comm next to her, returning to what she was doing. Depending on how he responds, she may or may not answer.]

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[bigkanimaoncampus]

Who invited you, freak?

[semifreakingnormal]

[For a second, as Scott left the mess hall, he was certain he heard someone shouting his name. He paused int he corridor, listening - but all he caught was a door slamming, and then nothing. Starting up again slowly, he reached for the device in his back pocket, flicking through new posts and very nearly stumbling over his own feet when he saw the latest.

For a second, maybe, he hoped it was Brett. But it's definitely not Brett.]

Dude, you really need to calm down.

[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ That was quite possibly the last face he wanted to see right now. Of course Scott was involved. When wasn't he? ]

What the HELL did you do to me this time, McCall?!