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[ Jackson's demands are simple: ]

Derek! McCall! I don't know how you've managed this smoke-and-mirrors bullshit, or if you think this is some kind of funny hazing ritual--

[ He puts the locket down. It continues to broadcast his image looking around his room, as if searching for hidden cameras. ]

And whoever's in on it with them? I don't care about your stupid war, I'm not part of their little clique, just tell me how to get me out of here.

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Is this what "hazing" typically looks like where you come from? Because sign me up for some of that.

[He's not serious, of course, but if this guy really thinks this is hazing, then wow, he's in for a real shock.]

It's the sort of bullshit some idiots I know would try to pull to screw with my head. Like I need to be thrown into another one of their petty little fights.

[ werewolf drama. you just can't escape it. ]

Wow, that's impressive. How'd you get caught up with people that powerful?

Hey, buddy. Chill. Bad news: it's pretty real -- I don't think any frat boy has the imagination for this.

Frat boys--? [ oh yeah, he didn't really specify "werewolf pack hazing", did he? ] Try way more juvenile. A real pack of nerds.

...getting hazed by a pack of nerds? Oh man, which school did you come from?

If you believe this to be smoke-and-mirrors, you'd better brush up with the whole down the rabbit hole thing. [ he sounds casual about this whole ordeal, it's a sort of been-there-done-that kinda thing.

there's a pause and he looks him up and down with bright eyes. ]

Oooor do you mean that literally?

If I meant that literally, don't you think you'd see some smoke in here by now? It's a figure of speech, dumbass.

Thanks for the help. [ But not really. ] At least I know they're not behind this crap now.

[ there's a little pfft in response. ]

Er, no. I'd assume not, unless they're seasoned multiversal travelers.

[There is amusement evident in Lumina's voice.]

You poor baby. Sure, I can tell you how to get out.

But what are you gonna do for me?

How about you tell me first and we work out some kind of deal later? Or, better yet, never?

Hey...nothing's free in this world, everybody knows that.

( this is not a face she was expecting to see. possibly ever. and she just... stares, for a long time, before she picks her own locket up and pokes at it until she knows her face and voice display together. she quickly masks her shock ((and the pain associated with stupid fucking jackson and his stupid fucking face)) and tries to be relatively composed, because he's already disoriented. and pissed. )

Jackson? Is that actually you?

[ Not some kind of pack hazing then. They'd never endanger a-- a human, an immune, whatever she was, whatever he couldn't hold against her anymore. It hasn't been nearly as long since he's seen her; he's going on the assumption that they were all taken together or that she's a hallucination. But he'd better treat the hallucination nicely, just in case. ]

Lydia. [ she's appearing on this locket thing, which means she's alive and well. probably. that's all he needs to know. whether they're hot or cold, whether he's passionately curled up with her or sleeping in the metaphorical doghouse, jackson whittemore will make sure he never sees lydia martin in danger again. ] Who else would it be? When did you get here?

[ he leaves out the "i didn't smell you anywhere" because wow he's not some kind of freak, remember? ]

( make sure he never sees her in danger again until jeff davis shafts them and ruins everything for everyone who ever loved them together, sighs dramatically. lydia heaves a sigh of relief and her eyes close and the tight knot in her stomach is easy to ignore. she's sure he'll have a lot of questions at an increasing level of frustration as their conversation continues, but starting small is good. )

You'd be surprised the tricks this place can pull. ( she holds up a finger. ) Hold on - I've been keeping track on a calender - ( then she disappears, to fetch said object. when she comes back, she looks a little surprised at herself, and... kind of drained. she hadn't even realized it'd been so long. ) - Almost ten months ago. But that's not important. Where are you? Do you know?

[ Ah, the magic word. Clique. Kelsi remembers a day where everyone--including herself--thought staying in them was for their own good. She can't fault the guy. Hazing, though? He looks like he could be in college.

Ah, oh well. Maybe someone from a normal world will make him a little less angry? ]

I don't think your friends have done anything--um, or if they have, it's super elaborate and they have to be evil masterminds. [ Wince. ] If you stop pacing around like that, I could totally fill you in?

[ She's definitely reminded of the jocks at home with this one, at least. ]

They're not my friends.

[ Nah, he's a high school jerk, he just has ~~awkward-age casting??~~ those aerodynamic cheekbones on his side.

He does stop pacing -- all of these replies are getting him riled up, but he needs to pretend to have a vague semblance of composure. In fact, he lets his face tell her I'm listening, because c'mon, he can hear a nerd a mile away. Dignifying that with a response would be overthrowing the social order or something.

(Even if he's secretly grateful that someone isn't being a dick back to him.) ]

[ The magical world of awkward age casting. There are no jaws that chiseled in Disney-land, that's for damn sure.

She reads the look easily and clears her throat, adjusts her glasses, and begins: ]

So this is probably really confusing, but all of this is real. Like, I thought moving to New York from New Mexico was weird? But then all of this happened--um. Anyway. From your background, you're in the opposite Court from me, but--if you don't mind a word of advice?--please don't take the court things too seriously, um. I don't think anyone here wants to actually fight. I mean, I don't.

If you want, there's a girl named Katsa--she's really pretty, and um, has two different coloured eyes? She's really blunt but I'm sure she can take care of anything you need, especially fighting, because she's really good at it. And Saber, too--she's the really really pretty one with red lines up her neck and blonde hair, but you can't be mean around her because I'm pretty sure she might actually kill you. N--not that I think you're mean! Just, uhm. You gotta remember to be polite.

Do you have anything in your world that's weird? Post apocalypse, wizards and stuff, armies, zombies, uh... Assasins...?

Hate to break it to you, but not freaking out will probably get you answers faster.

...When did I ask for your opinion?

Probably about the time you started broadcasting. [Cheeky? Him? Surely you jest.

...nah, this is sort of funny.] If you didn't want opinions, shouldn't have asked other questions.

[The first thing that most people would notice on the image in return is the wolverine. He's quite large, and handsome, and currently quite pleased with himself as smell, deft hands run a brush through his fur.

The girl, and girl she is, because she might pass for 14 at the oldest, with him, is frowning at the locket, and smiling at the wolverine in turn, her pure white hair catching the light. She's dressed in a hooded tunic of brown and green that doesn't look out of place with the setting at all.]

I am sure others have said the same, but this war is here whether you care or not, and getting out of here could mean many things. If you mean just out of the castle you were brought to, go down the the stables, saddle up a horse, and go. If you mean home, no one here has found a way and been able to tell anyone else.

[Pod has heard of people leaving, and she hopes they've gotten home, but that way being lost to everyone still here is just a bit frustrating. Still she can't help smiling a bit for a second. She knows he means home, but it helped her own mood to point out the vagueness of the request. That, and this man looks like he could use with getting out and about--might help with the need to move around so much while talking to people. What is he doing, anyway?]

Of course I mean going home. Where the hell else would I be going? I drive a Porsche, I'm not about to get up on a horse and ride into the sunset.

May the gods grant you favor in finding the way then. And if you do find the way, please be kind and remember to tell the rest of us before you go! I'm terribly behind on my training by now.

[She seems completely sincere about that, and smiles as she continues to brush the wolverine.]

But until then, as for places you might like to go here. Well, there are some quite lovely forests to explore in Glaschu, aren't there, boy?

[The wolverine croons at her in response and she tickles him under the chin.]

I haven't been as far north as were you seem to be, of course. But you'll need to get a horse, I should say, unless you don't mind walking. Whatever manner of... creature? or perhaps it is a style of carriage? a Porsche may be, I've not heard of any here.

If this is a hazing ritual, they're doing a really good job of hiding it, [ Leo comments. ] That or this is one messed up fraternity you're trying to get into.

It's not a fraternity, and I didn't want 'in' in the first place. I was trying to leave town when they dragged me here.

[ Well then, he'll just seamlessly switch over to his best gameshow host voice. ] Well, congratulations, you've just won the chance of a lifetime! Are you ready to fight in a war for all of existence?!

(ooc: for the record, though, there are some differences between Leo and Scott! Leo has pointed ears, for one thing, and he's considerably smaller.)

You have sucky friends. [She raises an eyebrow, only commenting about the hazing part as well. Tough luck, guy. There's no getting out.]

[ As he's already said-- ] They're not my friends. But when something weird happens, they're usually right at the center of it.

Must be some powerful friends to do all this.

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