[Isaac is not thrilled with other people or things being in his brain without warning, sorry Lizzie, there's just some moments of Beacon Hills trauma there. But he can't keep her out (9), so when she slips in, she's faced with a grumpy looking Isaac, in a place she doesn't recognize, but those watching from home will find it to be his bedroom in the McCall house.
He's traveled far and wide at this point, but the McCall house will always be the place that first felt like home, complications that came later aside.
He's sitting on the bed, and he glares back at her as she stands in the doorway.]
( have you never heard the 'term desperate measures'? how is this on her? )
You're a sheep, Isaac. If you haven't notices, baa and baa sound the same. So, I thought, if we could actually come up with a plan and communicate then maybe we have a better chance.
[Now is not the time to spill all of his Beacon Hills trauma onto this teenage girl who is just trying to help. She's well meaning, but there's definitely a crossed boundary here.]
( He's right. She could've brought herself to his level again and asked a sheep if she could, but she didn't think they had the time. )
Fine, the next time you turn into a quadruped and not a werewolf, I'll ask before I dive. Now, do you want to talk about why you're like this or should I go find Mary?
[He's not intimately familiar with it, given that he's not a witch (13). But he's been around enough supernatural folks since he's become a werewolf that he can hazard a guess.]
But I'm not a magic expert. I just know that sometimes when it ritual goes wrong it can sometimes go bizarre.
She pulls herself back out, bringing her hand back. )
Thanks. For nothing.
( She gives a look around them. )
Okay, so, we can... explore around here, or maybe -- figure out where we were when everything exploded? ( She looks to Isaac. ) Bleat once for explore, twice for -- retrace. Three times for, why am I the one stuck with the sheep-wolf.
[He does not understand how that was nothing, but okay. It really would have been nothing if they just stayed in his head the whole time, but what does he know.
But he gives one bleat for exploring. That seems like the safest option until Bonnie gets them back.]
( Instead of going too far, what she wants is to take a look over the edge. Are they in the middle of nothing, a fabricated roof, or are they still in New York, but maybe in a different version.
Approaching the edge, she remains careful as she glimpses familiar surroundings. )
So, we're still in a New York.
( She sighs, looking back at Isaac. Do you hear that? It's faint to her (12), the building's generator buzzing but she hears voices behind it, she thinks, concentrating. Maybe sheep-wolves have better senses. ) Isn't that Josie and Bonnie?
[Just barely (13). Sheep boy is going to wander over in the direction of the voices and see if he can catch any of their scents (3). Sheep noses are not the same as wolf noses though.]
Damn it. We're in another New York. Like Malivore's world, or, or Limbo. Why limbo looked like Mystic Falls, racist history capital, USA... not the point. So not the point. That blast blasted us somewhere else. So, the question remains, did it create somewhere else or is someone else already here.
( She has to explain everything to the sheep, doesn't she. )
[He doesn't know what that means, Lizzie - well, he can assume what it means, but he doesn't know what that means in the grand scheme of their ability to get out of here. But before he can got too far, there's a slight pop as Josie appears right in front of them.]
Lizzie!
[Oh thank goodness. Then she glances down and frowns.]
[Josie glances from her sister, back to the sheep and immediately bursts into laughter. Isaac lets out a rather offended bleat at her amusement, and Josie waves her hands.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That wasn't very nice. It's just ... really funny.
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He's traveled far and wide at this point, but the McCall house will always be the place that first felt like home, complications that came later aside.
He's sitting on the bed, and he glares back at her as she stands in the doorway.]
What are you doing?
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You're a sheep, Isaac. If you haven't notices, baa and baa sound the same. So, I thought, if we could actually come up with a plan and communicate then maybe we have a better chance.
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[Now is not the time to spill all of his Beacon Hills trauma onto this teenage girl who is just trying to help. She's well meaning, but there's definitely a crossed boundary here.]
I don't like other people in my head.
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Fine, the next time you turn into a quadruped and not a werewolf, I'll ask before I dive. Now, do you want to talk about why you're like this or should I go find Mary?
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I think the why is the great big magic explosion that we somehow triggered.
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( She can't fight that. )
Have you heard of this happening before?
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[He's not intimately familiar with it, given that he's not a witch (13). But he's been around enough supernatural folks since he's become a werewolf that he can hazard a guess.]
But I'm not a magic expert. I just know that sometimes when it ritual goes wrong it can sometimes go bizarre.
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( So, sheep's the first problem. But there's a second.
We're somewhere else, right, not... gone?
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That, I don't know. This has never happened to me before.
[So this is where his experience is failing her.]
But if we're going to figure this out, we can't do it here. I know it's harder to talk to me there, but we can't solve anything in my head.
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She pulls herself back out, bringing her hand back. )
Thanks. For nothing.
( She gives a look around them. )
Okay, so, we can... explore around here, or maybe -- figure out where we were when everything exploded? ( She looks to Isaac. ) Bleat once for explore, twice for -- retrace. Three times for, why am I the one stuck with the sheep-wolf.
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But he gives one bleat for exploring. That seems like the safest option until Bonnie gets them back.]
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( Instead of going too far, what she wants is to take a look over the edge. Are they in the middle of nothing, a fabricated roof, or are they still in New York, but maybe in a different version.
Approaching the edge, she remains careful as she glimpses familiar surroundings. )
So, we're still in a New York.
( She sighs, looking back at Isaac. Do you hear that? It's faint to her (12), the building's generator buzzing but she hears voices behind it, she thinks, concentrating. Maybe sheep-wolves have better senses. ) Isn't that Josie and Bonnie?
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Damn it. We're in another New York. Like Malivore's world, or, or Limbo. Why limbo looked like Mystic Falls, racist history capital, USA... not the point. So not the point. That blast blasted us somewhere else. So, the question remains, did it create somewhere else or is someone else already here.
( She has to explain everything to the sheep, doesn't she. )
This could be a prison world, Isaac.
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Lizzie!
[Oh thank goodness. Then she glances down and frowns.]
Where did you get a sheep?
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( She foolishly springs forward and moves through her astral projecting sister. She straightens up and turns. )
It's Isaac. Whatever sent us here turned him into Mary's fro-y little lamb.
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That wasn't very nice. It's just ... really funny.