entrancelogs | "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. }

Threaded | Flat

[ It's the third day since Stiles and Isaac went missing, and Derek still hasn't slept. It's not exactly a new state of being, even before Wonderland he wasn't exactly getting much sleep on the regular. When they were dealing with Peter as an alpha, he'd gotten maybe two, three hours of sleep if he even slept at all during the day. It'd gotten progressedly better after Peter's death, but then everything went downhill with the alpha pack, with the darach, and now Wonderland's events.

So he continues going through the mansion, the grounds beyond it, trying to get some sign of his missing packmates. If he could just find something, maybe it'd help ease Scott and Allison's nerves on the matter. But he's not going to relax until they're back, until he can just see them himself.

He'd literally seen Isaac maybe an hour, two, before he disappeared. At least they'd been talking, absent conversation with their cats and just spending time in each other's company before Isaac had decompressed and headed back to his room with Scott and Stiles.

Derek hates that the last time he and Stiles actually spoke face-to-face was almost three goddamn weeks ago. Their last conversation of any kind was made up of two short texts, and that was it. He's worried out of his mind for both of them, because Beacon Hills was never kind but Wonderland is even less, but he is feeling frayed beyond belief over the fact that Stiles is one of the missing numbers.

Maybe it's because he's so keyed up, on edge and poised for Wonderland to throw a shitstorm their way, that he hears the scream from clear across the mansion. Maybe it's because he's straining to find any sign of missing pack, of Stiles, that he hears it. It's not like Lydia's scream, it doesn't resound and call. It's muted by leaps and bounds in comparison. But he knows it immediately, and before he realizes it he's moving, running through the halls until he can get to the main hall.

And something ties itself into knots in his chest, heart in his throat and breath trapped in his lungs. Because something is so unbearably wrong here, but it's Stiles, it has to be, but there's a second of hesitation. ]

Stiles? [ It comes out strained, like it's been punched out of him. ]

[So the most John's gotten at this point is that the peeps who were gone are back, and they're from the future, and they're kinda fucked up. He hasn't quite found out what happened (happens?) yet, and...part of him doesn't want to know.

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?

[By now, it's common enough knowledge that those who had gone missing have returned -- and if the announcement over the network is to be believed, they've been gone a lot longer than it would appear to those who were left behind. Though there are a few brief moments of skepticism, it's an easy enough story to swallow. Time travel. Alternate dimensions. Angel's no stranger to either of them, though the former had been an isolated incident -- a day as opposed to five years.

A lot can happen in five years. He thinks of the last five years before he came to Wonderland from beginning to end, and the course of events that marched through those days and months come together to build a story that is so much bigger than he ever thought possible in what was once, to him, a minuscule blip when you thought of how much time someone like him got to spend on this earth.

So much time. Much of it had been wasted. In those five years, he had learned what it truly meant to make use of the time he was given, how to live in the world instead of simply watch it. Save it, rather than let it burn.

He refuses to waste the next five.

When he sees a familiar face, it seems like a golden opportunity. Making friends has never come easily to him, and there are so many people here in Wonderland that he has yet to reach out to, yet to speak to, but this one-- they may not be friends, but they know each other. It's as good a place to start as any.

He has to know what's to come. How to prepare.]

Stiles.

[His hands are deep in the pockets of his coat as he approaches, slowing to a halt beside one of the mirrors near the mansion's Christmas tree, drawing undue attention to his absent reflection.]

Can we talk?

[ she's still shaking.

even after cas healed her, even after scott held her hand and pulled her back into her room. talked her down that they'll figure things out, it'll be okay. it feels like no matter what she does, she turns and hears the cracking of her own bones breaking and it's hard. hard to think that isaac could do that to her, whether it's this one or the other one or whatever one it happens to be. scott does calm her down, though, explains to her what happened with stiles and how he's back but he's talking nonesense and how he's at derek's and allison.

allison needs to talk to derek.

so she and scott head off to derek's room. scott still attached to her hand, and allison more determined than ever. because isaac? that had been isaac. somewhere under those eyes and that look and the pale, sharp lines. he'd disappeared and come back but he'd come back different and allison just needed to know why. so there they go and she's the one knocking because she's determined, even if the only reason her hand isn't shaking is because scott's got his holding it. ]

Derek? [ a beat, and then the door opens and allison sees stiles there too and she almost wants to kick herself for forgetting at all. her voice sounds a little breathless. ] Stiles.

SLAMS INTO

the 16th :|a

12/16!

JUMPS INTO ARMS!!!!!