001 [Voice/action] Day 103
[Well, waking up to an asphalt pillow is not the worst experience of Stiles' life, but it's still mighty unpleasant. Enough so that he doesn't notice the device strapped to his wrist until he's dragged himself to his feet and reached into his pocket for his phone. Which is missing.
He raises his wrist, staring at the device for a moment, then begins pushing buttons.]
Cape- What the hell? How drunk did I get last night?
[He doesn't realise it's broadcasting, so enjoy a nice, bumpy view of the ground and Stiles' legs as he walks, everyone!]
Hello? Hello?! Where the hell am I?
He raises his wrist, staring at the device for a moment, then begins pushing buttons.]
Cape- What the hell? How drunk did I get last night?
[He doesn't realise it's broadcasting, so enjoy a nice, bumpy view of the ground and Stiles' legs as he walks, everyone!]
Hello? Hello?! Where the hell am I?

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Hey, newbie. Yoo-hoo. Check your wrist.
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Hey! Uh, where the hell am I? Am I even in California any more?
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Stiles? Oh my god, you're back.
[Her own face broke into a smile and the view moved as she bounced off the couch she'd been sitting on and moved for the door.]
Where are you? I'll come get you in a second.
[That he didn't seem to recognize her or his surroundings hadn't really clicked in yet. Give her a minute, Stiles.]
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Where are you? I can come get you.
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I- Back? I've never... been here before. Have I? Oh my god, is this somewhere I've been before and can't remember?
[And now he's going to think about all the possible werewolves that could have wiped his memory and why they would have.]
I... I have no idea. I see a lighthouse? Like, in the distance.
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[If Stiles looks at the screen, there's a forty-something, ash-blond fellow on the other end, apparently amused by his dilemma.]
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Oh! Sorry. Hey. Uhhh, glad I could be entertaining, I guess? But seriously. Where am I?
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Cape Kore. No one knows quite who brought us here, although there does seem to be a running science experiment on us all. No one knows how to get home, but if you have some ruby slippers to click together, let us know.
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Get ready for the worst hangover of your life. [ Dean was too distracted by the thought of another teenager here that he forgot to use audio instead of the video, which for him is fritzing all over the place. The picture wiggles, then scrolls, then settles again on his very annoyed face. ]
These things are still drunk.
DEEEEAAAAN! -cough- Mun is very excited.
I dunno, the party where Lydia spiked the punch and everyone hallucinated crazy shit was a pretty bad night. I mean hey, I don't even feel like I need to puke.
YAY GOOD! Dean feels so bad for all the Teen Woofs kids
Actual living 'Kick the puppy' trope
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Check your wrist, Stiles.
=DDDD
Derek! Oh my god, are you-
[Huh. Derek shaved.]
What the hell is going on?
;D
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...anyone given you the run-down on where you are and what's going on, yet?
[ Ned's willing to do it if he has to, although it's not always the most pleasant task. He feels like it's a shared responsibility - everyone around here helps the new captives now and then. ]
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I was expecting hell to be hotter than this.
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Allison! Oh, thank God. Sort of. I'm not glad you're stuck here too, but I'm glad to hear a familiar voice.
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Actually, scratch that. This is def real. Welcome to Cape Nightmare, T-shirts not included.
[ have a nice little vulcan salute for your troubles, bro. ]
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What, the Powers That Be shoved me on this craptacular island and didn't even give me the shirt?
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Have you found friends yet?
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[But he will count no chickens. Becaue you never know. His English teacher seemed nice...]
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Lydia? Boy am I glad to see you. I got the down and dirty explanation of what 'here' is, and the fact that no-one knows the 'why' or 'how' parts, but a familiar face is a familiar face.
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