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A1. video. [ open to both courts ]

[ it doesn't immediately occur to thomas that he could probably just communicate through a text system--as far as he knows, the locket is a lot easier to use by video, and so he does. the network is presented with a pair of big, brown doe eyes before he leans backwards a little, revealing a face that could be rather familiar to some--dark hair, a button nose, moles like spots littering his face.

this is not the man you are looking for, however: this is thomas "murphy", and he clears his throat before he introduces himself. ]

Hi. I'm Thomas Murphy, and I'm--kind of a new arrival. I guess they'd call me a greenie if this was back home. [ there's no hint of humor on his face, but he did actually just try and make a joke, and his tone is a little lighter, for it. ]

Can anyone tell me about the Seelie and Unseelie--in your own words, if that makes any sense? What you know about it...you don't have to tell me any secrets or anything, but, maybe why you're there, I guess. [ he's not going to say which court he is (though it's obvious eventually, by the background of caer scima), but he just needs to know. ] Or, if you're okay with where you are. Not that I'm not, but...I don't know. Is there any reason why someone wouldn't be? They apparently brought us here for a reason-- [ again. ] --since we have these "shards", or whatever they are, but I don't have a lot of trust for anybody who says that, because it's usually a load of klunk.

I guess that's all I've got to ask. [ a beat. ] Actually, that's not true. Is there another map around here? Besides the one they gave me, I mean, it's not very good. [ ... ] No offense.

[ thomas is just going to shut his trap now. he almost physically winces and shakes his head. ] That's it, honestly. I'm just going to... hang up now. Thanks.

[ thomas does hang up, and the feed ends--for all of five seconds, before he snaps it back on. ] Oh, wait--also, I want to know if anyone here's ever heard the phrase "WICKED is good." It has to look like this. [ after a second, there's a typed out phrase that appears instead, with WICKED fully capitalized. ] That's really all this time. Um, thanks.

[ click! for real this time. ]

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[ that is not how that works; thomas is the leader here. ] I think you're a clone of me.

I guess it would make sense--I'm sure they have brain samples from when they put in the chip, and it's not like I wasn't in headquarters for most of my life, but that's leaps and bounds ahead of the Maze, so maybe they're working on a reverse cure for the Flare, or... [ don't mind thomas he's completely muttering to himself now. ]

[Clearly someone hasn't gotten the memo that states that Stiles is the brains of the universe.]

Let's just get this straight here, cloney. If anyone's a clone here, it's you. For starters, I was here first. You just showed up. Ergo, you're a copy. Secondly, you are way too...

[His hands gestured, flapping at the picture to indicate that Thomas was weird and not Stiles-like at all.]

Not me. Try speaking up there, buddy. E-nun-ciate.

[ thomas edison, hello! clearly the smart one too!! come on clone, keep up. ]

You can't be the original, you're probably not the final candidate, so you're not important. [ thomas that wasn't very nice. he doesn't really think he himself is that important, but WICKED did, so, you know. he watches the guy flap his hands with a weird look on his face--who actually moves like that? ] They could have created you as a variable, in case something went against their trials and I ended up dying before they could finish.

[ he's still kind of thinking out loud here. ]

What the everloving hell are you talking about? Who's 'they' and what freaking candidate are you talking about? My name is Stiles Stilinski? I'm from Beacon Hills? I have a dad and a best friend and none of them are clones?

Dude, seriously. What is your damage?

[It was like looking in a weird mirror. A funhouse mirror. With worse hair. Do something about your do, Thomas.]

[ thomas gives him a weird look, because this kid is clearly talking like he's lost it. he's not a crank, is he? ]

If that's what you think. [ a beat. ] Then again, I doubt WICKED would have ever named somebody, um. Stiles. [ is that even a name?

also your hair is dumb ] My name's Thomas. Whatever...Beacon Hills is, it's probably gone now.

[ there's a beat of silence, though, and he pauses, suddenly feeling kind of bad. ] Sorry.

... Has anyone clued you in on the whole multiple universe thing? Because, uh, Beacon Hill is not gone and you're an ass for saying so.

[Rude, Thomas. He has a carefully maintained do. Your... everything but your face is dumb.]

Your little wicked or whatever didn't name me. My mom and dad did.

[Not that they named him Stiles, but... shut up.]

Seriously, dude. Take a look around you. Does any of this look normal to you? If you say yes, I'm coming over there to punch you in the balls.

[ if by "carefully maintained" u mean over hairgelled, sure ]

Of course it's not normal, I'm not an idiot. [ thomas gives a nonchalant wave of his hand at that. ] But you having the same face as me isn't exactly normal, either.

[ aggressively attempting to logic out an answer to this: the thomas edison story ] So unless there's some sort of parallel universe where I'm a lot...louder, then I can't think of another reason as to why you're here.

[It's called having a bath and maintaining cleanliness. Try it some time, Pig Pen.]

... What I'm discovering from this conversation is that there's apparently a universe where I'm an idiot. And don't have access to a shower. Glad it's an alternate one. Because wow, you would have died so many times in my world by now.

Just what I'm picking up from this little chat.

[tl;dr: You're stupid and you smell.]

[ thomas stares at him like he's lost his shucking mind. bluntly, he adds-- ]

I saved the world yesterday. [ sort of. ] You try staying clean when a building is collapsing over your head.

Good for you. You saved one world out of a billion. Would you like a trophy?

[Okay, even Stiles could admit he was being snarky now just for the sake of being snarky, but this was creepy. And the guy was sort of an ass.]

You're not the only one with stuff happening in your world, okay? I haven't found one person here who asked to be here, so just... simmer down.

You're the one who just called me a dirty idiot.

[ grumble grumble. whatever, thomas just puts both of his hands up at the screen. frankly, whatever's happening there is not the end of the world, and the people who are coming from separate places should feel grateful they never had to put down their best friend. he's feeling unsettled and weirded out by this entire thing, and meeting someone with his face isn't helping. ]

All I'm trying to do is understand exactly why you're wandering around here with my face. And a weird haircut. [ and then, muttered to himself: ] I look like Minho.

You're the one wandering around with my face, bucko. We established this. And my hair is awesome.

[At least he had hair now. Better this than the buzzcut.]

As to the whys? Ask your king or queen. Maybe they can explain it. Could be an alternate universe thing. Could be clones. Could be... they just want to mess with me. I have no idea.

[ he scoffs and rolls his eyes, but it's a subdued one, and he's just going to let that slide. his hair is still stupid and looks cuter on minho. ] That's not--whatever.

[ why would they want to mess with you, comes to mind. ] Look, let's just establish the fact that you're not me. And I'm definitely not you. [ clones gone wrong, he thinks, but stiles doesn't have to know that. ]

I don't know what you would have done for someone to want to "mess with you", but they said I had a shard just as much as anyone else.

You're in the Unseelie court, right? You're gonna come across a guy named Peter Hale. That guy would love to mess with me.

In fact... I'd watch your ass if I were you.

[Hey, it was the least he could do, considering Peter probably wanted to skin him alive at the moment.]

And I'll have you know I'm kind of badass here, thanks. Got me some wizard powers, so, maybe you should just, you know... not be a jerk.

You don't look like a badass. [ bluntly. ] Whatever that is.

Thanks for your weird concern, I guess. [ maybe it's because they have the same face? who knows. thomas won't be getting this shank into trouble any time soon, though--he's quite the goody two shoes, at least when he's aligned with a cause he can fight for. which, he could totally beat u in an arm wrestling contest, other me. ] But I can handle myself just fine.

[Just be thankful that Stiles isn't sensitive enough to whip out his staff and show off.

...

His magical staff, Thomas. Not the other one. God.]

Yeah? You got werewolves where you come from? Because he's a werewolf. And he can chew your face off, among other things. And while I might sleep easier knowing there's not another me running around getting me in trouble, I'd probably feel a little bad because he'd be gnawing on you thinking you were me. I don't sleep well with guilt.

[ ~~vague apologies for butting in, whomp, but--~~ Minho appears over Thomas' shoulder, scrutinizing the amulet and ergo the feed that he has going with Stiles. This is where your MTV hair has gone, Stilinski: on the buff Asian guy with the gnarly scar up his throat that's raising an eyebrow at these antics. ]

Shuck, it's weird to hear you get all mouthy. Was wondering why there was an echo going on over here. [ Clones are weird. This is weird. But Minho is completely unimpressed regardless. Especially since they've dealt with plenty of stuff that could've killed them and lived just fine. ] Hey, man. Whatever wizards are, m'sure that's pretty great, and werewolves-- if it can chew your face off, that sounds shucking awful. Thanks for the heads up.

But, y'know, you don't know klunk about where we come from, either, so why don't you sit down and relax, yeah? 'cause you're being a jerk, yourself. You'd think sharing a face with somebody would mean you'd be less of a slinthead or something, considering, y'know.

[ He takes a hand and gestures to all of his own face. ]

Edited (it would help if i picked an icon whoops) 2014-08-04 03:04 (UTC)

... What the hell are you talking about?

[Curse words, Minho. Learn them. Real ones. Because right now? You sounded like a farmer with Tourette's. Shuck off.]

Well, here's a thought, nosy Nelly; why don't you figure out what wizards and werewolves are before you start making decisions on if they're blow-offable or not. I mean, hey, it's your face. Or his. Whatever.

Could ask you the same thing. The hell is a badass?

[ You sound like an idiot, Stiles, so the feeling is mutual. How unfortunate, considering they could've gotten along great if Stiles didn't decide to be a slinthead. ]

Ain't blowing 'em off. Be shucking stupid to do that, same as it'd be shucking stupid of you to blow of a Griever or a Crank. But at the rate you're going, I'd rather go ask someone else about both of 'em considering you're not exactly the most helpful or friendly shank around here.

... Speak English, oh my god.

[What the hell was a shank or slint or... God, Minho. God!]

Let me ask you a question then, Mr. Know it all. You got any of these, uh, Cranky things here? You see any around? Know of any that actually popped up here in court with you or your buddy? Because I'm going to guess not since this is the first I've heard of them. In that case, you might want to actually try paying attention to the fact that I'm pointing out something that is, in fact, here. And is actually in your court. But hey, if you want to sit here and talk possibilities over things that might pop up that I should watch out for instead of actualities, you go for gold, buddy.

You know, if you asked like I'm trying to do, I would tell you the definition of whatever word it is you're having a problem with, since you can't wrap your head around different places having different slang. But, since you're more determined to be the one to one-up everyone-- [ Calling him a know-it-all? please, Stiles, you're definitely the one trying to hold that title. ]

-- then I'm just gonna tell you that you can find the explanation about Cranks Thomas gave someone else in a correspondence on this thing, right at your fingertips, if you ever want to be prepared in the event that one of them shows up here after us. That's actually being helpful, instead of just saying "hey, there's this thing that lives on your side of the map, good luck."

'cause that's actually providing some shucking details. So, I ain't gonna write anything you say off, but if you're not actually going to back up that warning with something that can be more useful, then I'm gonna find someone that can tell me what these things are so I'll actually be prepared rather than sitting with my thumbs up my butt.

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