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entrancelogs2013-12-14 10:00 pm
hypercompetent) wrote in entrancelogs2013-12-14 10:00 pm
"and i'm--losing my freaking mind."
who; stiles stilinski (of the FUTURE!!) and you!
when; december 15th--the end of the event
where; anywhere in the mansion
rating; probably r
summary; crazycakes stilinski returns from the not so distant future, not so pleasant side effects included.
[ It's hard to tell the difference between waking and sleeping nowadays.
It's been a year since the core mission. A year. Stiles Stilinski was one of the main planners behind it--it was his baby, fostered in dark rooms around Wonderland, just trying to keep away from the Jabberwocky long enough to fling it into the Core and be done with it for good. He'd had a lot of hope for what could have happened when it was over--as bleak and as miserable as things had been, he could only imagine that Wonderland might be able to fix itself as time passed without the Jabberwocky there to render it apart.
And in what seemed like just seconds, anything he was holding onto--any hope, any optimism, the plan, his friends, Castiel--Meg--Allison--Derek, they were dead, and he didn't even have threads to hold onto them by, no hopes that they'd come back. He stopped functioning, like it was when his mom died, and when the Jabberwocky attacked the section of the mansion where he'd been staying, that had held his and Derek's stuff, he'd practically let it rip him into pieces.
By the time he came back, something wasn't right. There was this need, this deep ache in the bottom of his bones to find the Queen of Hearts, who'd been missing for so long, but it's hard to focus on that, hard to focus on anything, because everywhere he turns, there are ghosts of people he loved. Words melt off pages, panic seizes around his chest and clutches and he sees visions, screaming, blood, Derek, his dad, his mom, hands reaching into the darkness, grabbing at the vestiges of his sanity and eating them whole, until he's left quivering in the dark, screaming for people who aren't real, against forces that are trying to render him limb from limb, things he can't see.
There's no sleeping. Horrific nightmares catch him when he closes his eyes. His hands move on their own, scrawling on the mirrors, the walls, anything he can get his hands on wake up, wake up, wake up wake up--
And it's in one of those dazes that he does.
When Stiles' eyes open, he's staring at Wonderland--rather, the Wonderland of the past. It's...cheery in here, there are Christmas decorations, and confusion and horror flicker across his exhausted face as he looks across the hallway before he hears it again ("Look what it could have been without you, look what you did, look what you always do"--) and his hands clutch up to his ears, knotting fiercely in his dark brown hair, until he slams into the wall beside him in the main hallway and lets out a strangled scream. It can't last, it has to end eventually, he's going to just--he has to just wake up-- ]
{this is a catchall log! ie: if you don't want to respond to this prompt you don't have to! on the 15th it will be difficult to get stiles away from derek. on the 17th through the 19th, it'll be a little easier. His sanity will slip between the three days, more lucid on the 17th and less on the 19th. By the 20th, he'll have holed up in his room, uninterested in anything and anyone. 21st-23rd on the other hand will be mostly spent with pack or people from the future, and he can easily be pulled away during these three days, with a fairly decent level of lucidity. The 24th is his and Derek's day alone. }
when; december 15th--the end of the event
where; anywhere in the mansion
rating; probably r
summary; crazycakes stilinski returns from the not so distant future, not so pleasant side effects included.
[ It's hard to tell the difference between waking and sleeping nowadays.
It's been a year since the core mission. A year. Stiles Stilinski was one of the main planners behind it--it was his baby, fostered in dark rooms around Wonderland, just trying to keep away from the Jabberwocky long enough to fling it into the Core and be done with it for good. He'd had a lot of hope for what could have happened when it was over--as bleak and as miserable as things had been, he could only imagine that Wonderland might be able to fix itself as time passed without the Jabberwocky there to render it apart.
And in what seemed like just seconds, anything he was holding onto--any hope, any optimism, the plan, his friends, Castiel--Meg--Allison--Derek, they were dead, and he didn't even have threads to hold onto them by, no hopes that they'd come back. He stopped functioning, like it was when his mom died, and when the Jabberwocky attacked the section of the mansion where he'd been staying, that had held his and Derek's stuff, he'd practically let it rip him into pieces.
By the time he came back, something wasn't right. There was this need, this deep ache in the bottom of his bones to find the Queen of Hearts, who'd been missing for so long, but it's hard to focus on that, hard to focus on anything, because everywhere he turns, there are ghosts of people he loved. Words melt off pages, panic seizes around his chest and clutches and he sees visions, screaming, blood, Derek, his dad, his mom, hands reaching into the darkness, grabbing at the vestiges of his sanity and eating them whole, until he's left quivering in the dark, screaming for people who aren't real, against forces that are trying to render him limb from limb, things he can't see.
There's no sleeping. Horrific nightmares catch him when he closes his eyes. His hands move on their own, scrawling on the mirrors, the walls, anything he can get his hands on wake up, wake up, wake up wake up--
And it's in one of those dazes that he does.
When Stiles' eyes open, he's staring at Wonderland--rather, the Wonderland of the past. It's...cheery in here, there are Christmas decorations, and confusion and horror flicker across his exhausted face as he looks across the hallway before he hears it again ("Look what it could have been without you, look what you did, look what you always do"--) and his hands clutch up to his ears, knotting fiercely in his dark brown hair, until he slams into the wall beside him in the main hallway and lets out a strangled scream. It can't last, it has to end eventually, he's going to just--he has to just wake up-- ]
{this is a catchall log! ie: if you don't want to respond to this prompt you don't have to! on the 15th it will be difficult to get stiles away from derek. on the 17th through the 19th, it'll be a little easier. His sanity will slip between the three days, more lucid on the 17th and less on the 19th. By the 20th, he'll have holed up in his room, uninterested in anything and anyone. 21st-23rd on the other hand will be mostly spent with pack or people from the future, and he can easily be pulled away during these three days, with a fairly decent level of lucidity. The 24th is his and Derek's day alone. }
the 16th :|a
He's already waved hello, already spouted a cheerful "Merry Christmas!" when he realizes. Stiles-- who he's always sorta wanted to get to know, who's around his age, who's goofy and nice and normal in ways that lots of people in Wonderland and back home just aren't anymore --is one of the Marty McFly's. Part of him aches as he realizes just how jazzed Dave would be at that comparison (as opposed to most movie references John made). The rest of him aches because he can already tell Stiles is different. This version, John could probably do without knowing.
But it's sort of too late, and John is nothing if not socially awkward, so he clears his throat after gaping awkwardly for a few seconds and says:] Uh. Welcome back?
♥~
The voice is familiar, and where Stiles is spending time near the Christmas tree, idly picking at his stocking or reaching around and feeling for things, trying to figure out what's real, where the catch is. Where the Jabberwocky is just going to leap out at them. He doesn't even really startle, just a little, a jump of tense shoulders before he turns around and looks at him, squinting for a second and then, brown eyes widening in recognition. ] ...John.
[ He seems calm, at least for the moment. It's subdued, whatever's bothering him, and he fidgets, puts his hands in his pockets, picks obsessively at the inside of his red sweatshirt. ] It's a little better than being home, I think. So...thanks.
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John approaches, eyes flicking over Stiles. The guy's so jumpy. Like he's hiding something or worried something'll happen. Which, uh. Seems fair, if the Jabberwocky stuff is true. God, they've all gotta have some serious PTSD, now that he thinks about it.]
Yeah. Um. Maybe Christmas'll be nice this time around. I heard once they just had a big party and a bunch of folks showed up who weren't normally here. Like, people from back home. That'd be kinda nice.
[He gets the feeling that that won't happen, but it's still nicer to think about than the timeline Stiles is from. God, if Dave were here, he'd probably have some idea of what you do to fix that sort of thing. Or Davesprite, like, wow, he's the expert. All John did in that timeline was die like an idiot.
He's kind of surprised he hasn't heard that about this one, actually.]
Um. [He starts suddenly, not even aware he's saying it at first, but.] You can talk to me about. Stuff. The future. If you want. I'll just listen. And maybe deliver some choice bro-hugs.
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Stiles' eyebrows go up, and he looks at John for a second, considering. John is a friend in the future--they get along, they have similar senses of humor and equally awful taste in movies--but talking about it just seems...daunting. Stiles is so used to everyone knowing how shitty their lives are. ] It freakin' sucks, I can tell you that much.
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[John runs a hand through his hair.] It's hard to imagine, since it just went through its normal Christmas decorating thing and all. But I guess...I guess maybe I've just been here long enough to be used to how it works so. Things going off the rails for longer than event is kind of extra scary.
[He glances at Stiles.] People were saying we could change it, though? Do you think...? [He trails off, not sure whether this is...disrespectful, somehow. Like it just draws attention to deaths that were in vain or...something? He might not be doing a great job of comfort, here.]