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first scream ♚ voice ♚ open to both seelie and unseelie.

I've heard that this magic device is the best way to address both the Seelie and Unseelie courts and their members. In the midst of all of this chaos surrounding these disgusting worm beings, I find myself wondering why it is that no one has tried to take a general census of the population. We're clearly, most of us, new arrivals. For whatever reason that may be, it stands to reason that we should at least talk to each other. Especially since it's likely that we all have at least one or two other people we know from our own homes. So, first things first. How many of you have come across someone you knew before you arrived here? Are they friends, or are they enemies? How are you handling things? ( Lydia has determined that she needs to take a survey, more or less, and find out as much as she can. See if she can discern any patterns in the population. See if she can find a rhyme or reason to what's going on... To why this place, why these people, why this timing. )

Secondly. If there's anyone else here from Beacon Hills... Speak up. Clearly there's something going on here that involves at least a few of us. I'm wondering how many more of us there are.

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Good. That makes one of us. ( Yeah, Lydia totally went blasting in there clueless and mostly unarmed just to find Allison and make sure she didn't get hurt because hoo-wheeeee her spidey senses went haywire the second the worms hit ground zero. She doesn't really understand it all yet; she doesn't know what she's doing, only that when she starts to feel strangely or hear things she can't explain, bad stuff generally follows. Bad stuff like bodies. Lots and lots of bodies. So her first instinct is always, always to find her friends. Allison just happens to be the only one she really knew was here at the time. )

... Well, that makes sense, since sleep deprivation is unhealthy and can lead to insanity and death. You should try to get some rest. ( That is Lydia speak for 'I'm worried, stop that.' )

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Yes, Lydia, I'm well aware of what sleep deprivation leads to.

[Have a face. A line face. A line face of 'I know all about sleep disorders'.]

I'll sleep when I can figure out how to get out of here. Because this isn't home, Lydia. We need to get back.

But we came here. Of our own free will. All of us, in the Seelie court, unless my understanding is totally skewed. So there's clearly a reason for it. ( She understands his concern, because she has just as much, but... She's not so hyped up on the idea of rushing to leave when so many questions remain unanswered. ) But until we can figure it out, there's no sense in killing ourselves trying to find an impossible answer. You should at least... Take a nap, or something.

Um, no. I was asleep and thought I was dreaming. I did not sign up to get pulled into some magical world because of some crystal. That's semantics that cut a little too close to being tricked.

[And he'd had enough of that, thanks.]

I don't plan on killing myself again any time soon. I just... need to figure out how to get home.

[And maybe bring Allison with him. Because if she could be alive here, she could be alive at home, right?]

I just... Followed. I mean, not without thinking... But I thought maybe, for some reason, all of this might be connected to what's been happening back in Beacon Hills. Like maybe the sprite was part of what came from the Nemeton... ( It's a weak excuse, and in all honesty, Lydia was... Sort of spaced out at the time. They'd been through a lot of stress. Normal as everything had seemed to go back to, she still had inklings toward following something strange, and that's how she ended up here. But she wasn't unwilling. At least, she doesn't think she was dreaming. She remembers being conscious. It's kind of a foggy memory. But Deaton's words weren't lost on her. She's going to puzzle all of this out eventually. Just you watch... )

I'm not so sure we actually have a choice, let alone a workable route. It's not something immediate, anyway. I mean it, you ought to get some rest. ( Because seriously you look terrible, wow. )

I knew I was dreaming and thought I was walking into a Tinkerbell por-- portrait.

[That had not been what he'd been about to say, but let's pretend it had been.]

I know we don't have a choice. We never have a choice.

[And maybe he sounded bitter about that. He'd had a lot of choices taken from him lately, something the pair of them could probably see eye to eye on and be pissy about. But this? This was just icing on the cake.]

I had rest. I want to figure out how to get out of here.

( Good save, Stiles, because you really don't need Lydia judging you right now. And she totally would judge you. Maybe just for a few seconds. Or maybe minutes. But there would be judging. )

I didn't think they were that cute. Tinkerbell sparkles every time she takes a step.

( Well, that's bleak, Stiles... )

We do have a choice. Maybe not in this, but we've made plenty of our own choices. Not always. But sometimes, we do. ( It's likely that the two of them could agree on a great many things, of late. Even if she's behind, even if all their memories don't mesh up, there's enough there that they're closer than they ever were before. And likely closer than either of them ever thought they would be. )

Come do some research with me, then. Between the two of us, we ought to make decent time on devouring all of their available literature.

Research on what? I'm more interested in finding us a way home, Lydia. This place... this isn't right. This isn't home.

[And there were too many people back home he was worried about. His dad. Scott. Even Malia, to a degree. Don't judge him for giving a shit about a girl he'd slept with, Lydia. Not fair.]

Well, different methods of entering and exiting the Drabwurld, to start with. That's finding a way home, isn't it? It's not practical to just wander into it blind. This place is huge. Entrances and exits could exist anywhere. It could take months, maybe even years, to find something without a little bit of groundwork.

( she's not judging, it's okay. well. she's judging a little, because this is stiles, stiles likes books too. think about the books, stiles. )

Did you ever read fairy tales as a kid. Or, you know, not as a kid? People can't just leave fairy land without the fairies letting them, so unless you go talk to the grand king and queen of sparkly glowy buzzflies, we're SOL, Lyds.

Of course I read fairy tales. ( To make the suggestion that she didn't read everything placed in front of her. WELL, SHE NEVER... ) Maybe I can find a way to do just that. We can't only have one way out. There's always a solution.

Hey, you figure it out, let me know. But if you recall the books, it's not like anyone that got dragged in got let out without a reason.

( She narrows her eyes and mulls this over for a minute. ) Stiles. Stroke of genius. There's our solution. We give them a reason. It's just figuring the reason out that we need to do. We need to come up with a plan. A way to show them that we don't need to be here, so they'll send us back.

I don't think you'll be able to just walk up and bat your eyes to get us back, Lydia. They're fae, not parental figures. Some of them eat people. You want to walk up to one of those accidentally?

I've been bitten by an Alpha werewolf and survived. Jennifer tried to strangle me. I don't think I'm that easy to kill. Let alone eat. But... ( He really does have a point. ) I'm not looking to take those kinds of risks. But I am very good at delegation and diplomacy, when I need to be.

Peter wasn't looking to kill you and Jennifer was... a crazy bitch.

[And now he was getting a bad feeling.]

And just who are you planning on delegating to go up to the potentially human-eating fae to ask for us to go home?

[Please not him, please not him, please not him...]

( Arrogant, flirty toss of the hair... Confident grin. Her answer most certainly isn't him. )

Myself, of course. ( Duh. )

That's not delegating. That's suicide. Do I need to get out a graph with pie charts to point this out to you?

Do you really think I'm helpless or something? I'm not going to be stupid about it. That's why it's called diplomacy.

Or you could do the really smart thing and wait for someone else to do it first and see what happens with that?

Someone has to take the initiative. It might as well be me. ( Let her do this one thing, Stiles. It's a risk she's clearly willing to take. ) If you're worried about something happening to me, you can come with.

Or how about neither of us go. Seriously. There are big butch Navy Seals here. Let them go make tough faces at the monarchy so you can see what the result is. I kind of like your face the way it is.

( She can't help but smile a little at that. ) My face will be fine. I'm not trying to make a big tough face or threaten them. I want to negotiate.

Haven't you heard about negotiating with terrorists ending badly? Not that these guys are going to blow up any buildings, but they have managed to kidnap people from across a billion universes and realities, so I'm guessing they don't really care much about propriety or negotiations.

( She purses her lips and closes her eyes in a slow, irritated blink, flaring her nostrils and... Well. Kind of huffing. ) And what if they're not terrorists?

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somehow missed this one in my tagbomb D:

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