One Week

[oversight]

Who: John Blake & YOU!
Where: Out and About
When: March 20 - March 27, 2013
Rating: PG+
Summary: Over the course of a week, the changes to Wonderland effect Blake in multiple, potentially hilarious ways.
The Story:Thursday, March 20th - Genderwsapped 
Friday, March 21st - Genderswapped
Saturday, March 22nd - Genderswapped/Dreamwalking
Sunday, March 23rd - Dreamwalking
Monday, March 24th - Aged-down
Tuesday, March 25th - Aged-down/Dreamwalking
Wednesday, March 26th - Wildcard!
Thursday, March 27th - Genderswapped

Genderswap replies from five_oh.
Aged-down replies from johnnyblake.

Comments

I'm so sorry Blake's such a turd D:

[five_oh]

[ Oh, a break. Okay, yeah, sure, have a break, Dean. Because Wonderland is the kind of place that regularly offers those. (Seriously, though, the guy does deserve a break here, and Blake will surely admit as much later, but for now...) ]

You kiddin' me? [ So much exasperation all of a sudden, that hand dropping back to her side. ] After every—

[ She huffs and crosses her arms, jaw working back and forth during the short silence. Arguing is the last think she wants to do here, but the desperation (or whatever this idiotic, lost, stupid, unpleasant, ridiculousness) Blake happens to be feeling dictates something of a response.

Her voice becomes more clipped the second time around. ]

Look, might be weird — whatever that means in a place like this — but I was also tryin' to help. If you're gonna be too stubborn to even consider takin' a little advice, then fine, but don't act like you're bein' persecuted here.

[ Blake tosses her hands into the air. ]

Christ, whatever. Dean? Good seein' you. Have a pleasant stay.

[ And then she proceeds to make the most valiant attempt to stomp away... only to fail spectacularly. Like a newborn faun on shaky legs, she wavers along at a pace barely faster than walking, arms stretched out a little like she might as well be traversing a tightrope.

Fucking Wonderland. ]

so that's his real name huh UWU

[ganking]

[ dean isn't entirely surprised by the reaction, but that still doesn't leave him happy about it. blake giving him attitude? please, he has no fucking right, not if you ask dean.

a quiet tch later, and he's stepping up after her-- him, whatever. though he doesn't reach out, just barks out the words. ]

Helpin'? Please.

[ he doesn't know blake, doesn't know anything about him or where he comes from (because someone is refusing to piece the facts) and honestly? he doesn't want to, not right now. not when the guy is pulling shady shit on him like this whole-- girl thing. ] Yeah, you pretendin' to be someone else while chit-chatting with me is real helpful, thanks.

[ and another step after her, voice taking a sharper, harder turn. ]

And what's with that anyway, you like get your kicks from that or something? What's wrong with you.

[ or maybe he's just really looking for a fight now, but blake's been signing up for it since day one. right along with that potter kid, and dean? frustrated with this place doesn't even begin to cover it, so right now's just about as a good of a time as any to throw it down.

of course, blake might just end up doing the damage to herself... himself ... if she keeps wobbling away the way she is. granted, dean's almost tempted to trip her just to get the ball rolling. ]

Do me a favor and break an ankle while you're busy with your exit plan there.

this...

[five_oh]

[ This sounds like almost every domestic violence call that Blake's ever visited in his career as a police officer, which is probably one of the most ridiculous things ever, because it's clearly not going to stop here.

In an effort to prevent herself from breaking and ankle — but thank you for the suggestion, Dean, you asshole — Blake pulls off one heel followed by another as she turns back to face Winchester, eyes narrowed. ]

Jesus, what are you even talkin' 'bout? You're delusional!

[ One shoe goes one direction, the other shoe in the opposite direction, and Blake's stalking back toward the hunter, only a few inches over five feet without those heels. ]

Did you forget me tryin' to avoid you back there? Oh, right, no, 'cause that's not convenient for your little paranoid theory, is it? Just like it's not convenient to- to think 'bout how I was right the last time we talked!

You're just—! [ Augh! ] —bein' a huge dick!

[ Pot, meet kettle, though, let's be real here. ]

[ganking]

[ the moment those heels come off, dean's ready to duck. it wouldn't be the first time an angry chicks' thrown a shoe or two at him, but when instead blake just rounds right back at him, dean's meets her head on.

how this had gone from decent to right down south so fast is really beyond dean, but then he's in no mood to care about it either. he scoffs at her, like she's insane. ]

It's you and the rest of the crazies 'round here who're freakin' delusional.

[ blake and everyone else. be they from dean's world or not, he's really starting to be sure everyone has their screws loose. there are things that don't add up, people who have changed so much dean's having trouble recognizing them, and of course there's people like blake who look at him like he's somehow let them down, like it justifies what's happening right now.

but dean won't have any of it. ]

And maybe -- if you can wrap your damn head around it -- but maybe I'm bein' a dick 'cause you just played me back there with the pretty little face gig instead of fessin' up to who you really are.

[ so really blake's just forever to blame, and dean's innocent. sort of.

or not. ]

I don't know what crawled up your ass and died, but you pull this crap with me again and it'll end real ugly.

[five_oh]

[ This has certainly turned from bad to worse in a relatively short amount of time, there's no doubting that. And Dean might be used to posturing and flying shoes and hard lines, but Blake's not.

When faced with Winchester's words, her face twists into something entirely unpleasant. By now she's close enough to grapple if need be, but for the time being she's spitting an aggressive and misplaced vitriol at this guy with sharp jabs of her index finger to accompany the words. ] Fuck you. [ —the strong words. ]

You wanna fight, you wanna be like this, then bring it on, but don't act like you didn't have any kinda part in what just happened, Dean. [ His name's almost a taunt in of itself. ] 'Cause I didn't lie a-an' I tried to walk away, but you just—

[ Augh! The squeal she makes is almost entirely lady in design, nothing like a primal yell, but beyond that, she's certainly pumping out those I wanna hit you vibes. ]

We were— we were brothers. You called me family, an' then— then this, an' you wanna act like I'm wrong for feelin' crazy? You were my best friend an' you left, an' now you don't even wanna know me! Excuse me for bein' a little cranky!!

[ganking]

[ dean wants to roll his eyes at the words, at being told to fuck off. ain't the first fucking time, not by a long shot, and dean still doesn't see how blake has any right to be angry.

of course, that's when she decides to shed some light on it.

dean doesn't know what he's supposed to do with it all. of course there's something like friendship behind it all, he should have seen that coming, should have known it was beyond the usual acquaintance stuff, too. back home that just doesn't happen though, not a lot, but here-- if he's been stuck here for fourteen months, then yeah, he guesses, he'd have some friends.

weird, gender-changing, cranky friends like blake, too.

but it doesn't change much, it doesn't jog his memory, or suddenly make him feel like maybe he should take what he'd said before. but it does shut him up for a good long moment, fists bundled at his sides and staring down at blake. ]

You didn't-- you didn't say that before. [ when they'd first spoken. sure, he can kind of understand why, but still. ]

What the hell a I supposed to do with that? You know I don't-- [ remember. but the confession is stealing the fight from him despite how dean wants to cling to it. it'd be easier. he's running a hand through his hair a moment later, taking maybe half a step back from her. ]

Fuck this.

[five_oh]

[ It feels like everything's spinning.

All of this drama, all of this wasted time, and all that Blake can think is that none of it matters and all of it matters. Every choice, every decision makes a difference in the history of Wonderland, but no one's chronicling it. There are no hallowed tomes, or books of yore to record that John Blake and Dean Winchester were once, but not again, friends.

It feels like it won't matter, and it shouldn't matter, but it does. ]

Yeah... fuck this.

[ She's deflates in the aftermath of that confession, in the wake of Dean's reminder. It's painfully obvious that he doesn't remember — Blake couldn't possibly forget that fact — but that hasn't wiped away the hope, the desire, the need to at least try again. To be friends, even if they had to start over. Maybe that had been the wrong choice, but it was certainly one Blake had been compelled to make.

Pawing the back of her hand across her face, she holds his gaze as long as she can and then shakes her head right through her exhale. ]

Sorry. You just— [ Blake swallows. ] —take care. Please.

[ And that's the best she's got for now, meaning it's really time to go. She turns and hurries away. ]