entrancelogs | wonders in wonderland

By now, Chris has observed enough to know he doesn't want to get too close to the playground.

He's taken to strolling past all the new areas, keeping an eye on things in general. He doesn't like to be taken by surprise, and this has certainly thrown him a little. Seems like there's no real harm being done, though, so he just keeps a distance from the general hot spots.

It's near the playground he hears a familiar laugh, echoing back to a time where family was everything and his daughter was innocent and bright. It has him stopping, peering at the playground until he spies a familiar dark headed child.

"Allison!" He calls out, cupping his hands over his mouth so his voice carries. His first instinct is to run in, but he doesn't want to find himself back to his teenage self...or younger.

Allison doesn't remember how she got to the playground. Doesn't remember how she got to Wonderland at all. And actually, if she thought about it, she wouldn't remember much of anything except for what happened in the last seven years of her existence. She doesn't know where her mommy and daddy are, or why she's at this playground, but the playground itself is really fun so as long as she stays here they'll find her. They always find her.

And that's when she hears her name, a familiar enough call. Play time must be over, that or her Daddy needs her for something, so she climbs down from where she'd been on top of the play area and starts off in a run towards the voice.

"Here, Daddy!" She laughs as she jumps over the barrier around the playground, running all the way over to him and grinning when she comes to a stop.

It's been a long time since he's seen Allison like this - tiny, full of boundless energy. The harshness of those teen years haven't made their mark on her yet, not now, and for a moment he wishes his wife could be there.

He is excellent at compartmentalizing, a skill he developed very early on in order to deal with his family's tradition (and to deal with Gerard in general), but there are times where he'll find himself slipping, just a little. Wistful for a time when things weren't so complicated.

"I see you found your way to the playground." He's giving her a half smile at that, wondering how many others will end up finding themselves at such a young age again. "How long have you been out here?"

She doesn't notice anything is off. Maybe the fact that her Mommy's not there, or Aunt Kate, because usually when they go off and play it's with Mommy or Aunt Kate, but she doesn't mind. Doesn't mind at all. Because this means her Daddy had time away from work to take her to go play, and that's the best thing in the whole world.

"I did!" She looks up at him, proud of herself and still running off that excited bout of energy from running around with the other kids. "The other kids were really nice. They let me go first when we climbed on everything." Which is a tell-tale sign that it was a good day. That, or she was intimidating boys into letting her go first. Either way, when he asks her the question she has to stop to think about it, her face scrunching up a little in thought. "I don't know, five minutes?" More like closer to fifty five minutes, but she's just seven and doesn't really know how to tell time like that. "Why?"

He has to smile at that, her innocent happiness at getting to go first. There's a part of him that wants to let her continue playing, but he can't shake the wariness he feels about these new additions - the effects aren't harmful so far, but there's no telling what could happen next.

"No reason. Probably time for you to go inside for a little bit." Here he offers his hand to her, inclining his head toward the mansion. "You hungry?"

"Awww, really?" She's not a whiner, not normally. She knows it makes her Mommy really really mad when she doesn't do what she's told, so she tries to make her happy. But she was having a lot of fun, and Allison ends up pouting for just over half a second before she takes her Daddy's hand and moves so that she's walking with him.

"I guess. Can we get pancakes?" And, suddenly, all pouting is gone. Replaced by very hopeful eyes. "I really want pancakes, Daddy. Please?"

A part of him wants her to continue playing, to just keep this innocence a little bit longer before she's back to her actual age and reality rears its ugly head.

He knows that prolonging the inevitable just makes it more difficult, in the end. "You can have whatever you want." Hard to deny her when getting food is as simple as opening a door. He keeps the pace slow, mindful of just how tiny she is. "Any special pancake requests?"

Of course, he's being far more lenient now than when she was actually this age, but it's difficult to keep himself in check. There's no harm in it, so he can't even convince himself not to indulge her at this point.

[ someone is going to be pre-battle of new york! ]

[ clarisse hasn't been to a playground in a long time. the last time she was at one she was still in elementary school, when things were kind of normal for her, before gleeson hedge showed up and she found out she was actually a daughter of the greek war god ares.

so naturally, even before she knew that, she'd terrorize the other kids and they'd all run away screaming or crying if any of them tried to pick a fight with her. she generally stayed to herself, and always found the monkey bars and the jungle gym the most entertaining because they were the most challenging. she always liked a good challenge.

even now, she can't resist it. this is like one giant jungle gym combined with a bunch of monkey bars and a bunch of other cool stuff. plus, it's not like camp really has a playground. training grounds, yeah, but nothing resembling this.

she's not even sure when it happens, she just knows that she's racing annabeth to the top and she's probably winning. she always wins these races. she swings from one set of monkey bars onto a platform and calls to annabeth behind her. ]

C'mon, wise girl! This is a race!

[ Santana had helped Isaac sort out clothes but after she'd left, the blonde had promptly decided that she hated the clothes they'd decided on. In short, Isaac felt like a bloody scrub. This of course brought the newly female female to Allison's door. It would be hard to explain that "honey, I'm a girl now!" but if anyone would make her feel better about it, it'd be Allison.

The teenager knocks at her door before bringing her hand up to sift fingers through her hair. This is gonna be the weirdest conversation but it couldn't go too horribly. At least Isaac didn't take the shower that she'd almost taken, the only thing keeping her from doing was the fact that she had no idea how to do her bra back up. ]

Hey, Allison?

[ whereas isaac has been dealing with her new body with santana, allison has been off trying to deal with her own version of it - a.k.a. the boy she's now become. it's kept her locked in her - his? - room for the majority of the morning. thankfully having isaac's shirts around had made it a little easier, and the closet had been easy enough to wrangle out a pair of jeans, but the fact he now had other parts he had to deal with was just...

the knock startled him at first, to which he immediately called out- ] Hold on! [ before giving him the time to notice how it was a famle voice, and he just called out in a male voice, and okay wonderland. whatever. he could adapt.

so when the door finally opens, it's going to have someone who looks entirely different standing on the other side. ] Uh-hi?

[ The male voice already has Isaac on red alert, she doesn't even think to add the fact that she's a female now to think Allison could be a male... It wasn't everyone that had changed gender, actually not that many people seemed to have, at least from what Isaac has seen from the network. When the door is opened and she's presented with an attractive male that is very much not her lovely princess (as far as she knew...) blue eyes flicker past him looking for Allison. A lack of heartbeat sends fear through her, and it would be a lie to say this is the first time Isaac has attacked a male for being in her room alone.

A hand shoots out immediately to grab what she's not even noticing as a rather familiar shirt to yank the boy out of Allison's room and into the hallway roughly. Claws are out immediately as Isaac watches the stranger, unsure of exactly how to take this. ] What the hell are you doing?

[ and in that same way it definitely doesn't sink in the fact that the girl standing in front of him in this exact moment could be someone he knew. doesn't sink in that who, with blonde hair and blue eyes, would come knocking at his door? looking for him? these are thoughts he doesn't put together because he's too busy dealing with his body to even notice.

so when her hands shoot out to grab his shirt, he just moves with her. jerked right out of his room and into the hallway and those are definitely claws and allison's hands definitely go right to the girls wrists. ] What am I doing? That's my room!

[ Isaac tries to pull out of his grip. ] The hell it is! [ Do you think she's mentally deficient? Do you? She yanks Allison towards her by the grip on her wrists, hooking her foot behind his knees in the same move the hunter taught her, of course she doesn't know the boy is the one that taught her the very move. The whole incident had been embarrassing enough to cause Isaac to want to learn how to take care of herself. Now that Allison's dad is here she's been tossing around the idea of asking him to teach her. ]

If you hurt her, I'll kill you. [ White teeth are bared in a familiar animalistic way. She doesn't need her claws to tear this guy's throat out. Of course if Isaac knew this boy was Allison there would be no way the claws would be out nor would there be any manhandling... But things aren't always that easy... ]

[ allison is in his right mind enough to know that the yanking and tug of war going on won't work out in his favor. not if this werewolf is intent on whatever issue she thinks there is. which confuses him even more because no, he knows this is his room. but then she moves, hooks her leg behind his knee, and allison falls - only briefly identifying how that's his move. he taught that to-

wait. wait. ]

Isaac? [ he says it too quietly, though, his hand still around her wrists even after he fell back to the ground. with the realization, though, of what might be happening and what is probably going on, any of that previous fear is gone. if this is isaac... ] Isaac! It's me! Allison!

[ Isaac was already moving to straddle the boy. She doesn't have a Chinese Ring Dagger to press against his throat, but that's probably a good thing considering she freezes when she hears him breathe her name. It immediately has her trailing her eyes down to the shirt - her shirt - that he's wearing.

Isaac! It's me! Allison!

Isaac can't help but stare at him. Then she leans forward to sniff at him, usually there's more tact to these things, but he was just in Allison's room and the air is saturated with the hunter's scent. ]

Allison? God, I'm sorry.

[ allison can't find his footing with just how switched their situations are at that moment. the weights are off, the positions are off, everything seems off and if that's really isaac then maybe she's having just as hard a time noticing, then is he really safe?

he doesn't even breathe in that silent moment, feeling the weight of isaac's eyes checking him over. maybe noticing that it's her - his? - shirt he's wearing, the fact he's allison, but then she leans in and smells her and her eyes just widen. ]

Did you smell me?

[ Isaac leans back and presses her lips together. ] No. [ That answer's way too quick, eyes flicker up before they land back on him. It's obvious there's embarrassment, but she hides it behind a smile. They have switched places but Isaac doesn't care. It's a bit empowering to be the one to knock the hunter to the ground even if he was totally off guard. ]

You're not -- [ A girl... ] Does it -- do you? [ Look at that eyebrow hitching up her face... How does she ask if... Of course he does, if she's got lady bits then. ] Alright.

Yes you did!

[ but he's laughing at this point, leaning up on his elbows to sit up a little more off the ground. now that he knows this is isaac, actually isaac, he doesn't feel as worried. it's like any kind of tension he just felt is suddenly gone. disappeared. ]

That's the move I taught you, though. [ he's smiling now, proud. ] Do I what?

[ Well, there's no point in lying about something so dumb. Especially since it's rather obvious that she did indeed smell the male. How else is she supposed to be sure that she's not being duped by some stranger. ] Alright, maybe I did. You smell good. [ She smiles back and loops her arms around his neck.

Then the teenager makes a thoughtful noise before shaking her head no. ] No, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I learned that move from someone else. [ But then he's bringing her up on the question she almost asked and wow, Isaac, should have kept that all to yourself. ] What.

I smell- actually, I don't want to know. [ he's still laughing, immediately passing it off as a werewolf thing. scott might not have mentioned how she smelled, but it makes sense. and even if there is so much changed, even if this is supposed to be isaac despite being a girl, and shorter than him, it still feels.

them. ]

Oh, okay. So now you're taking lessons from someone else? [ he gives her an expecting look, even if it's ruined by the fact he's still kind of laughing. wonderland, what. ] You started asking me a question, do I something. What were you going to ask?

[ She grins, no, beams with an intensity that could challenge the sun. So it's totally weird, and she's not used to being a she, but as Isaac assumed: Allison can always make anything better. A long lingering question has also been answered -- Allison makes a hot dude. ] Yeah, I think they've been kinda helpful too. Seeing as I knocked you on your ass. I guess so. [ Listen to how prideful she sounds. Even if Allison is the one that taught her everything she knows.

She does intend to go to Chris though for further training, that'll make surprising Allison even more rewarding. ] Nothing, aside from if I can borrow some clothes -- until I'm a boy again. [ Isaac untangles herself from him to stand, brush herself off and then offer him a hand to help him up. As comfortable of a chair he made, the possibility of anyone bumping into them might be a bit weird. ]

[ for a moment there allison is actually struck by the smile, how bright it is, but even if it's on a female face all he can see is isaac and it makes him smile right back. ]

You caught me off-guard. I don't know what I'm doing in this- [ body? state? whatever. he's six inches taller than he's used to being a muscular in very different ways and when it comes down to hand to hand combat that is very important. ]

Oh, yeah. Definitely. [ he takes the hand offerred to him, pulling himself up maybe with a little more force than necessary. but once he's up he's straightening out the shirt, realizing again that it's actually isaac's, and giving her something of a sheepish smile. ] I kind of already borrowed yours.

Still counts. [ That's literally what they all say, Allison. He's even used that excuse on Allison before.

The way Allison almost yanks himself up causes Isaac to roll her eyes. Then she realises exactly how tall he is, and it causes her to cross her arms over her chest. It's a bit intimidating only being 5'3" -- is this how everyone else feels around her when she's a he? His words have her grinning again as she brushes past him to head to his room. ] I noticed. I have more than that though.

[ Isaac likes to look nice, it's one thing she can understand about Lydia. ]

Whatever. [ is it maybe because he's reversing the conversation of what happened last time? when he was teaching her the move? possibly, but it doesn't really matter at this point because suddenly isaac's pulling him up and he's hearing six-two and the fact he's looking down at her is...different.

but she noticed and he's smiling as he follows her back into his room, closing the door behind him. ] Are you my size? We might need to go closet shopping...where'd you get those clothes anyway?

[ he moves his hand to her shoulder, mostly to see if he can feel a bra strap on her shoulder. ] You've already got a bra on, what do you need help with?

[ Are you my size almost offends her. It reminds of when coach implied they were all getting fat. What was that supposed to mean? Her mouth opens to snap at him about it, because wow, just because she's a girl now does not mean she's not fit but then the hand on her shoulder washes away the argument. Baby blues flicker to his hand before finding his face. ]

Let's find out. [ If she's his size. Before he can question anything further, Isaac's pulling her shirt off. It might be to prove a point, but it was bound to come off some time and why not in pride instead of changing into something of his. ] I panicked and Santana helped me find a bra and some clothes... But she dresses like Scott and it's terrible.

[ Hands pause on the button of her jeans. ] I think I'm shorter than you normally are.

[ he doesn't mean anything about it, of course. more so if it's the 'are you the same body type, height, etc' because allison's working in regular allison's head, which means girl body girl clothes help girls get dressed. it'd be easier if lydia were here, but thinking about that deepens that darkness in his chest so she takes a breath and moves on.

which apparently means isaac is taking off her clothes. or at least her shirt. allison just kind of watches without any real thoughts behind it - finding that yes isaac does have a bra on that's good - before he's brought back to the conversation. ] You could have just messaged me. But that's fine, we'll figure something out.

[ he heads over to the closet, then, looking back at isaac for a second before reaching in and pulling out a pair of skinny jeans- looking them over before tossing them over to him. ] Does the bra fit? Like, does it hurt or are you okay?

[ She keeps the comment of how I panicked I didn't know what to do. to herself. Teeth grit together in thought for a moment, and then jeans are being thrown towards her. Derek really deserves a thank you for helping her with her reflexes, it leaves no issue in catching them. ] It's kinda itchy and is it suppose to feel like... [ Lips press together as she tries to figure out how to describe it.]

I don't know... I don't like it - how can you stand to wear these? [ The jeans are dropped on the edge of Allison's bed so she can step out of the ones she was in. ] I'm glad I was born a guy... [ She pauses as if she's said something wrong, looking up at Allison sheepishly. ] No offense.

[ When she's out of them she looks back at the jeans on Allison's bed. ] Skinnies... Really? [ A judging brow is raised as she snatches up a hair tie from his dresser. ] The bra wasn't uncomfortable enough - [ Ready for a run on thought, Allie? ] Why don't girls' stuff have pockets?

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[ allison's too busy being in the closet to notice isaac struggling with how to describe bras, but he hears itchy and i don't know and a laugh can be heard from the door. ]

Itchy, tight, yeah that's how bras usually work. [ he pops his head out at the question, though. shrugging and waiting to see if the jeans will fit. ] Because not wearing one can hurt, for one, and society kind of frowns on it, for two. And I gave you skinnies cause there jeans. If you want something else, you're welcome to shop for yourself.

[ and yeah, he's definitely noticing that trying to pick out clothes for isaac? not a good idea. almost as close as trying to pick out clothes for lydia, which works just as poorly. so instead allison just walks over and takes a seat on the bed. ] And honestly? I don't know. Baggy pants aren't in style right now so there's no room to put stuff in the pockets.

[ She watches him as she pulls the stolen hair tie around her wrist. Really, Snow's plan of not wearing clothes and staying in his room until things went back to normal could be one that Isaac suggests... Instead, she settles down next to him, trying very hard not to fall. Swinging beds are such a pain in the ass. She leans against his side, head resting against his shoulder as she thinks. ]

I could just stay naked. [ She looks up at him with a playful smile. Somehow she feels like Mr. Argent wouldn't appreciate that if he found out, or Scott for that matter... ] It's not the same when I'm a girl. [ Her hand finds his to sneak smaller fingers between his. Allison, fix it, she wants to be a boy again. A sigh makes that feeling rather blatant. ]

Where's that one skirt of yours - the pleated white one? [ Why does he even know the word pleated or what it means? And why is he so easy to settle on a skirt? At least he's not uncomfortable about his sexuality and that's obvious. ] I want that one.

[ and allison just kind of watches her walk, fairly easy-going and pretty okay with staying inside while this whatever-curse takes its course. but then isaac's settling down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder, and it's some strange role reversal (considering it's usually the other way around) but it also isn't strange at all to just lean his head down on top of her's. it's still isaac, so it still feels right.

he laughs at the suggestion, though. ] You could. [ he's not going to give her a reason not to, but he also doesn't really want to support the idea. as far as he can tell he's not attracted to girls so it's not like he has any ulterior motive there. ] We'll be back to normal soon. Hopefully. [ he squeezes her hand when her fingers slide between his, and while it's different having such a smaller hand in his, he just has to remind himself. isaac. ]

Um. White pleated? [ he tries to think back, mentally go through his closet, before he's standing up again to head over to where he keeps all his clothes. there's a pull when he has to let go of her hand, but it's dumb. it's not like she's going anywhere. ] I don't think I've worn that one yet, but I had one back home. [ rummaging... and then he pulls one out, turning to face her. ] This one?

[ Maybe Isaac is more open minded, the whole ordeal isn't bothering her as much as it is Allison. Of course the height is still definitely bothering her. It's also blatant that she's not fond of him standing up and walking to find the skirt she asked for. She holds onto his hand as long as possible before the link is broken and her hand falls into her lap.

Something has her standing up to head over to him; Allison has had this power to her even as a male that has Isaac drawn to her like a moth to a flame. When he turns to face her, she's close enough to snatch it from him. ] Yeah. [ She's all smiles as she hands it back to him for safe keeping, then she moves past him to root through his clothes. Get the sense she's using you for your clothes, Allison? Well it's entirely untrue and the way her hand sneaks around his waist when she pauses her hunt through Allison's clothes makes that clear. ]

What if Wonderland keeps us like this forever? [ There's true worry in her voice as she looks up at him. Then her gaze dances away from him because feeling so vulnerable is something she hates. Almost blindly Isaac grabs a black and white striped top. Her hand moves to pull the skirt out of his grip before the werewolf heads back over to the bed to set the clothes on it.

Isaac was just starting to get used to being in his skin and then Wonderland does this? It might seem like a stupid thing to get upset over but that doesn't keep the teenager from bringing a hand up to rub at her face in frustration before takes the typical trajectory of sifting finger through her hair. A frustrated noise sounds in the back of her throat when the longer curls get tangled and caught on her fingers. Without seeming to care for the outcome, Isaac yanks her hand away, pulling a few blonde strands out and leaving the rest of her hair looking ridiculous. Even frustration is harder when you're not in your own body. She plops back down on the bed with a sigh, not bringing her attention up from her hands. ]

[ maybe he is. but allison's determined to work through it, to adapt. he might not talk about how uncomfortable he might feel in a boy's body, but if these are the cards that wonderland is going to give them, he can work past this just as much as everything else. especially with isaac here, and especially with isaac, who doesn't seem to be having too much of an issue with it. if he can just pull from her, he'll survive it. he'll be fine. and maybe that's just allison feeling a bit too dependent - a thought that would scare him, if he took the time to think about it - but that's okay. right now, he's okay.

he doesn't even really make note of the way isaac follows him to the closet, the proximity of her close to him something he's become so used to, it feels as normal as anything else. he lets isaac take the skirt and look it over, and when it's handed back he just takes a step back, lets isaac do her thing. even when isaac was male allison noticed the fact he put effort into his clothes, his style, and now that he is a she it makes sense. and while allison might not care too too much about that, it's something that so very isaac that he finds himself loving it too. he takes the skirt and steps back and isaac goes rooting, turning back after a moment or two to snake her arm around his waist.]

Then we'll deal with it then. [ he gives her an easy smile, because it's not like they're in pain. dying. what have you. they just switched genders, and as long as they can keep moving, they can figure it out. allison thinks about kissing her then, just because of the flick of something in her eyes, but isaac turns away before he has the chance to think about leaning down to kiss her.

allison notices, and goes to follow her over to the bed. watches her make the frustrated movements and noises and he finds himself frowning, reaching out to set a hand on her shoulder. ] Hey, Isaac- [ and then she gets caught in her hair, and only gets more frustrated, and right as isaac takes a seat down on the bed allison drops down to kneels in front of her, unintentionally making their heights a little more like what they used to be. ] It's going to be okay.

[ She rolls her neck in a way that says a sarcastic comment is coming next, but then she just stares at him. Feminine eyebrows scrunch together as she continues to watch him. ] I can't even reach the top shelf in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. [ Not like that's important, she doesn't keep anything up there, but there had almost been a panic over the middle shelf with her toothpaste. It's a bit dramatic, but she's still upset about not being in her own body. ] Or it's not, and Wonderland is going to figure out how to twist this into some horrible way of killing us like it always does. [ The comment seems to bring her attention to her arm and she can't help but rub at it idly. She doesn't really seem to notice she's doing it as she stares at him. ]

My hair hasn't even been close to this length since the 6th grade. [ So she had a phase, what of it? ] Even then...

[ Wait. ] Your dad is gonna freak out...

[ Wait. ] He doesn't have to worry about y'know...

[ WAIT. ] Do you think he's... a she?

[ WAIT. ] Would he have facial hair as a girl?

[ There can't possibly be any more horrifying topics she can touch on... ] God, you still think I'm hot, right? [ Never say never. Her eyes fall to look at her chest and the frown that forms is definitely not one that should be coming from a previous boy looking at boobs. ] This isn't a dealbreaker is it?

[ The bite had given Isaac more confidence about body image. Of course, that happens when you're not covered in abuse bruises. But even the bite couldn't fix this... Maybe Castiel could fix it... If he'd made an arm surely he could fix a gender fuckup if it came down to it. Isaac has to resist the urge to reach a hand out to touch his face. It's so familiar yet not at the same time, like he could be related to Allison but it's still not her face, therefore it's a bit jarring. ]

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