[ Crowley doesn't have any heartfelt words for him, though. It's not that he's incredibly attached or even concerned for Adam's well-being, but the last thing he wants is anyone suffering because of the Winchesters just to allow the Winchesters to co-opt the pain of others into their own. He won't give them the satisfaction. Yes, he is that spiteful. ]
[When Adam is in his room and having one of his moments--those moments where he gets caught up in something menial and not Hell related, and loses track of time--it's not at all strange for him to look up and suddenly find it's dusk when it'd been early afternoon the last time he'd checked.
Crowley's text reaches him on just such a day. He's been spared the sight of the recent murders, and equally left ignorant to the fact that something's even happened. He hasn't been down to the clinic, or the entrance hall eye, or really anywhere where Harry's been leaving his presents, and that leaves him narrowing his eyes at the message in doubt.
[ because guess who is no longer a boy — or old, or anything other than her normal, grumpy self. she wonders if adam has returned to his usual unpleasant self or if wonderland had decided that he was better off as a mopey, pretty girl who ran into doorknobs. ]
[Huh, now here's a message he hadn't expected to get. As far as Wonderland crap goes, the body snatching had ended as abruptly as events usually tended to do, and the only thing he'd thought at the same had been thank god. Between Krissy, and Dean, and everything else, he's ready to take a nice, long lap to forget the outside world for a few days.
Until he gets Cora's text, that is.]
Back to normal.
[Thankfully, no, he's neither his girl self, or in Krissy's girl body, which is a damn relief to the both of them. Back to owning a healing face, but oh well; strangely enough, he hadn't missed his body this much since coming out of the pit.]
hey I was wondering if you wanted to play some videogames or something and uh there have been some more people showing up from beacon hills like bad people so uh if you see someone named jackson or matt or kate or uh jennifer or peter you might wanna avoid them remember when I said monster problem back home? yeah well not it's here
[As one of a very limited pool of friendly acquaintances, when Isaac catches Adam in an all right mood, he gets a friendly greeting.
The rest of the text requires more thought. The last time someone had warned him about imminent danger, it'd been a demon warning him about a serial killer; he's willing to take Isaac seriously when he's passing along a warning as a result. Better still, he's almost positive Isaac's not a demon withholding need-to-know info like Crowley, so...]
Sure if you want.
And they're all monsters?
[Only with people around here can he talk about video games and monsters within two lines of a text message.]
[ caroline's really drunk if she's calling this loser. ever since lena's disappearance from wonderland, caroline's felt a little lost. the bar on the fifth floor has found her, though. scrolling through her communicator, she misreads adam's name for that of matt. how she does that, we'll never really know. she decides to sing eternal flame, the song she had once sang to matt. it seems a bit mean to do so, don't you think? ]
Close your eyes, give me your hand, darlin' Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand? Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame?
[ and she'll conveniently hang up when the kissing bit in the video happens. oops. ]
Edited (she's not texting him, wow ...) 2014-04-28 09:23 (UTC)
[Who the hell is this and why are they using the word "flame" in his presence? Adam only answers out of curiosity for why a stranger is dialing up his device, only to be met with someone's karaoke butt dial.
This event needs to lay off and fast before people start screaming Metallica at him through the phone.]
[Why this. This is one of those text messages no one expects to get (unless you're friends with Isaac Lahey, it seems) or can really be prepared for. This is weird.
Also? A little stomach-churning. Not because of the relationship talk, no, not that... but the word "alcohol" makes him want to groan after the Famine event and the withdrawal symptoms he's been dealing with since then.
Adam is resigned to relationship counselling while stone cold sober. After a few minutes, he thinks up a reply.]
Scott?
[The only conclusion Adam comes to is that this is about Scott.]
[ there's something wrong with clarisse and she can feel it. wonderland hasn't ever depowered her before, so she isn't sure what it is at first, she just knows that she feels wrong. it could just be an off day, but she's never been this off before. she went out for target practice earlier and missed every single one. it's like she doesn't even know how to shoot anymore, and it's the same with every other weapon she tries to practice with.
the frustration is clear in her voice. she knows she and adam don't have the best relationship — it's more of a work in progress than anything — but, well, she can't go to anyone else because she can't be sure if it's just her or all non-mortals, and adam is the only mortal she knows that isn't rachel. she could go to rachel, but she has a feeling asking rachel to punch her would be some kind of violation of her truce with percy. (she doubts rachel would, anyway.) she can't be 100% positive adam will be willing to be part of her little experiment, either, but she needs to figure this shit out. she might even ask nicely. sort of. ]
Adam, it's Clarisse. I need you to do something for me. [ okay, so she's not really asking, but... ] Can you meet me outside the mansion ASAP? [ there, that was a question. at least she's not demanding he do so. she's trying. ] It's important.
No good thing ever happens when a god, or a part god, or God dials you up, asking you to do something. Oh, hell no, is Adam's first reaction, followed by fuck, no. His gut tells him not to bother, because taking the cheese is how stupid mortal men get into trouble. Fatal, soul-shattering trouble, the kind that starts with "I need you to do something" and "meet me in the Beautiful Room so we can torture you until Dean gives in."
Michael needing a human sacrifice had been important, too, depending on who you asked.
Clarisse isn't one of them, he knows that, and Percy might have even tried to promote their kind as being of better stock, but until Wonderland Adam had been paying off the last mysterious favor he'd done with bits of his humanity.]
Something like what?
[He's wary, and definitely regrets picking up the phone. He thought maybe her calling his device had been about something else, like Luke. What she'd want from him is anybody's guess, but he hadn't been expecting some divine entity to hit him up for a personal meeting, sounding frazzled.
Good thing it's event time or he'd just flat out say "no."]
[ there aren't a whole lot of people dean feels up to chatting with. not after the mess that had been the event, and prior to that his death. but maybe it's because of those two things, that seeking out adam is the one thing he does feel he should do (there's a lot things he should do when it comes to his half-brother, a lot he would if he could).
of course, dean's expecting to be shut down before he gets anything but his greeting in. ]
[He and Dean are on the same wavelength. In the brainwashing's wake and reality crashing back down to resume its rightful place, Adam hasn't wanted to talk to anyone, hasn't even left his apartment since. If he can reduce his world to a few rooms in an apartment and a dog who bugs him every once and a while to go for a walk, he can give himself time to think.
It's the best defense he has when things get hard to deal with.
When the living dead himself calls, Adam is torn between being glad and being wary Dean's about to dump another helping of shit onto his plate. Why else do either of his brothers contact him these days? Unlike what Wonderland had turned them into, he's not a part of that family--or any family--and he never will be.]
I have nothing but time. [It's not an invitation or a rejection, not really.] What?
[Dean had been murdered, it's hard not to be a curious about that, even if not precisely grief-stricken.]
I don't know if this thing is working. Anyway. Hello. It's William. You asked me to let you know if any of the angels from my world turned up. If you can see that man that has just asked what is going on & where he is, then that is Michael from my world. Just thought I ought to let you know.
[Which is his joking way of saying, "Hey, William, I remember, and I haven't written you off as an undesirable yet."
... And focusing on William's unfamiliarity with the devices first takes a little sting out of the rest. Just a little. A microscopic amount. Angels in the outfield is no joke, and it immediately makes his pulse beat hot and heavy in his ears. Fuck you, Wonderland. Just fuck you.]
Thanks. For the warning.
Just how sure are you that's not a vessel? He looks like a person.
[Either way, he has an idea now that the man isn't human, and that's a good enough reason to avoid the hell out of him. The fact he might be a second Michael is just a shit cherry on the shit cake.]
So, I am the worst person when it comes to checking in on people. I'll blame it on events screwing everything up but it's really not a great excuse. I'm sorry.
[Out of all the English people in Wonderland, Bela's accented voice is nicest one to hear. He's surprised to get a message from her, but then Adam tends to get snagged in Wonderland's ups and downs like everybody else.]
Bela. Hey. Glad to hear from you..
[His personal downs just tend to be much steeper, and his ups much smaller. Doesn't make for great people skills. That's his fault. She's not the only one who struggles with keeping up to date with everything.]
No, don't apologize. I know how it is. I... haven't been all there, either. It's enough just dealing with our own stuff, you know? I get it. And I'm sorry, too. But with people getting killed and the events... it's good to hear a friendly voice. Are you all right? You don't need anything?
[She's not in any trouble that involves aforementioned serial killers and event crap, is she?]
[ it's not necessarily followed by an of course. the cora who went to high school would of course remember the birthday of one of her friends — and her supposed boyfriend — but the cora who had nothing at all, not even a friend to embarrass her when she didn't want to face the day she aged without her family celebrating with her, never really took to making a show of remembering. each birthday she'd spent had been alone, wishing a happy birthday to a ghost who wasn't as intangible as she had been lead to believe. but adam's a little different, as he's alive, even if barely, and sometimes it never quite hurts to act as though someone matters. ]
[ it's a little difficult for cora to shrug things off, even if she pretends otherwise. boyd continues to matter, even after he'd gone limp in her arms. erica will always matter, even if she had been someone she could touch again in wonderland. and adam, despite what he may believe, matters in his own way, even if he's sometimes as stubborn and as aggravating as trying to move a rock. she knows if she tries to push him she might end up hurting herself, but stubbing her toe against this particular stone may be worth it. it's a little difficult to even shake the feeling like this is an important day away. it'd mattered to her in an alternate universe; for some reason it matters now. ]
[ rather than take to audio, or even video, cora chooses to do something simple. it's long-lasting, if he doesn't delete it, and it doesn't mix any messages up, either. ]
Happy Birthday.
[ she wants to add in a joke, perhaps a one more year until you're legal, but she doubts a reminder of what it is neither of them have is the best way to colour his day. ]
[Adam has to give his device a double-take before he processes what he's reading. Birthday wishes are the last thing he wants to see, the very last thing. It's a cheap shot, one he's not prepared for.
No one here knows him, he hadn't been close to any of these people in his real life aside from John (and he'd remembered Adam's birthday sporadically at best, his phone calls coming less and less), so how--? Then he sees who'd sent the text. Cora? How?]
How did you know?
[He shoots a text back, not because he wants to admit she's right, but to voice the question he's asking himself in his mind. Does anyone else? Are more lousy reminders headed his way?
That's the important thing here, the only important thing.]
[ shortly after peter comes out on the network, cora decides to give adam a very angry call. she'd resort to text, but adam's a little too flippant sometimes to possibly take her seriously. and this is a matter of incredible significance. she'd lost someone of great importance to her before; she's none too keen to see other people she cares about end up six feet under, too. (or half-buried; he hadn't respected laura enough to properly bury her.) ]
My uncle's here. [ out of all the family members, it's him. it's clear cora's angry by how clipped her own tone is. if that could convey everything she wants to say to him, it'd make this a hell of a lot easier. but adam knows nothing about her family — that's her fault. ] His name's Peter Hale. I don't know what your social calendar's like, but if you talk to him, don't trust a word that comes out of his mouth.
[ she has, several times over, and she's been fucked over for it. ]
[Given how out of the loop Adam is with his own family affairs, it's no surprise that he's even more ignorant about Cora's. Family is family business, as far as he's concerned, and when you're on the outside of that, you don't ask questions. She's been missing a brother--that, he at least knows, and that he respects as a private kind of grief.
Her reason for calling, though? That's something completely different. This Peter guy is really popular.]
... Okay. Bad uncle. I'm starting to get the picture.
[Getting a warning like this not once or twice, but three times? Adam's getting the message loud and clear.]
You know the rest of the guys from Beacon Hills, don't you. Your friends said something like that about him, too. What's the deal?
[What's the deal with your family? he is what he really wants to hear. Family drama isn't a concern for the general public, but when it has to do with monsters? Adam's happy to get nosy in that case.]
[ considering how clarisse spilled the beans about the whole luke thing before, she figures adam deserves to know that his twin is in wonderland now before he happens to run into luke somewhere and things get really awkward. adam can at least try to avoid luke if he knows another version of his face is wandering around. ]
Congrats, Milligan, you're officially a Wonderland twin. [ it's a thrilling development, she knows. but thankfully adam and luke are the only set left, as far as she knows. she doesn't even want to think about luke showing up with the percy jackson brigade running around. talk about a nightmare. (there were three of them at one point. at least d'artagnan knew his way around a sword.) ] Watch yourself, yeah? I don't know what Luke is up to, but it's probably best you stay the hell away from him. [ but, you know, it's not like she cares or anything... it's just common courtesy. or something. ]
[Clarisse--and by extension, his face-stealing twin--have impeccable timing. It's not like this hasn't already been a hard month what with murders and monsters from every letter of the alphabet coming out of the woodwork. When she starts talking, the first thing Adam thinks to say is how is this any different than usual? They've all got twins thanks to the people behind the mirrors.
But then what she means becomes clear.
Is he thrilled knowing one of the things he'd hoped wouldn't happen has happened? Not especially. Not even a little.
Adam should thank her for giving him a heads up, he's grateful for it; it's not like any of these demi-gods are obligated to put him ahead of one of their own. But all he finds himself is angry, angry at the shit that keeps piling itself up on his doorstep.]
Great, when did he get here?
[His answer comes after a long beat of silence, and when it does, it's terse.]
I should worry until you knock him into next week, you mean?
[There's got to be a perk to this. Like Clarisse coming down on his doppelganger like the fist of God and discovering how to evict people to other storybook worlds in the process.]
I need you to come over. You're not safe on your own tonight. Dean is back, he's a demon. Sam's dead, and I get the feeling he's not going to stop there. Charlie is coming, and Maxine and Sam have been asked too. I know your room is warded like crazy, but I'd feel a lot better if you were where I could see you tonight. I want to make sure everyone stays safe. First floor, room 44. Please.
[For a hot second, Adam had been having an okay day. He should know by now the universe has to balance that with something shitty.
Dean coming back after being missing? That's bad enough. But Dean stepping up his asshole game by coming back with no soul and killing the brother he'd sacrificed Adam to save once is a whole new level of crap he really doesn't want to deal with. If he had a choice in the matter, though, this wouldn't be happening.
Adam allows himself one deep breath, re-reads Jo's text a second time, then replies.]
Are YOU okay?
[If anyone's high up on a demonic Dean's hit list, it must be Jo; making sure his half-brother isn't banging down her door is the first thing he thinks to do.
The second thing, he doesn't need to be asked twice about.]
Fine, I'll come. Don't worry about me, I'll be there.
[Great, just what he doesn't need. If they're calling Isaac the good twin, he can't wait to see how low the evil one can go. Secret teen werewolf is hard to beat.
Normally, he doesn't do the video thing, but this guy's gone out of his way to track him down personally--Adam takes that as a bad sign and a challenge. After thinking about what to do, he decides to drag a chair to a nondescript part of his room and respond in kind.]
Yeah, that's me.
[It's a lukewarm greeting. It's hard not to read Isaac into everything Kol says and does, and he's still more than a little sore about how things with Isaac had gone.
Plus, he's just a lukewarm greeter to begin with.]
Given any other circumstances, I guess you wouldn't look like someone I used to know. [But that's not what this is about, is it? Adam lets his eyebrows rise and fall before continuing.] So, what friend is this?
[Go on, share with the class. He's interested in who's been running their mouth.]
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IC Inbox Virginity Get | Eway | A Day After The Event
Hey its Isaac we met before
are you okay?
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Who?
by a werewolf what would your brothers say
Sam banged one, he can't judge!
edfshlkhfl fair enough
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DO YOU HATE ME IM SO DELAYED
I CAN'T HATE YOU WHEN THERE'S ISAAC IN MY INBOX.
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Did something happen?
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[ Crowley doesn't have any heartfelt words for him, though. It's not that he's incredibly attached or even concerned for Adam's well-being, but the last thing he wants is anyone suffering because of the Winchesters just to allow the Winchesters to co-opt the pain of others into their own. He won't give them the satisfaction. Yes, he is that spiteful. ]
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Crowley's text reaches him on just such a day. He's been spared the sight of the recent murders, and equally left ignorant to the fact that something's even happened. He hasn't been down to the clinic, or the entrance hall eye, or really anywhere where Harry's been leaving his presents, and that leaves him narrowing his eyes at the message in doubt.
What the fuck is going on now?]
Why?
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Yeah. I guess dead people don't send texts, glad you are, too.
Are you safe?
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text » after phase two
[ because guess who is no longer a boy — or old, or anything other than her normal, grumpy self. she wonders if adam has returned to his usual unpleasant self or if wonderland had decided that he was better off as a mopey, pretty girl who ran into doorknobs. ]
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Until he gets Cora's text, that is.]
Back to normal.
[Thankfully, no, he's neither his girl self, or in Krissy's girl body, which is a damn relief to the both of them. Back to owning a healing face, but oh well; strangely enough, he hadn't missed his body this much since coming out of the pit.]
Are you still a guy?
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u g h text
and uh there have been some more people showing up from beacon hills
like bad people so uh
if you see someone named jackson or matt or kate or uh jennifer or peter
you might wanna avoid them
remember when I said monster problem back home?
yeah well not it's here
TEXT BACK, BITCH.
[As one of a very limited pool of friendly acquaintances, when Isaac catches Adam in an all right mood, he gets a friendly greeting.
The rest of the text requires more thought. The last time someone had warned him about imminent danger, it'd been a demon warning him about a serial killer; he's willing to take Isaac seriously when he's passing along a warning as a result. Better still, he's almost positive Isaac's not a demon withholding need-to-know info like Crowley, so...]
Sure if you want.
And they're all monsters?
[Only with people around here can he talk about video games and monsters within two lines of a text message.]
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audio » singing egos event, night / the text i will regret
Close your eyes, give me your hand, darlin'
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand?
Do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame?
[ and she'll conveniently hang up when the kissing bit in the video happens. oops. ]
text; the event alternatively titled "DA FUCK?"
This event needs to lay off and fast before people start screaming Metallica at him through the phone.]
Who is this?
text; or alternatively titled "who let adam out of his cage woof woof woof"
text; alternatively titled "vampire barbie gets a stake up the ass"
text; alternatively titled "wait until the second date where you get to do that, hussy"
text; alternatively titled "or no dates at all"
text; alternatively titled "homo"
text; alternatively titled "u wish"
text; alternatively titled "i wish for u*"
text; alternatively titled "no*"
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Is it considered cheating if you sleep with someone that you'd once been in a poly-amorous relationship with?
tell me it isn't otherwise I'll be at your door with alcohol in five.
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Also? A little stomach-churning. Not because of the relationship talk, no, not that... but the word "alcohol" makes him want to groan after the Famine event and the withdrawal symptoms he's been dealing with since then.
Adam is resigned to relationship counselling while stone cold sober. After a few minutes, he thinks up a reply.]
Scott?
[The only conclusion Adam comes to is that this is about Scott.]
Are you telling me because you haven't told her?
voice » are you ready for this
the frustration is clear in her voice. she knows she and adam don't have the best relationship — it's more of a work in progress than anything — but, well, she can't go to anyone else because she can't be sure if it's just her or all non-mortals, and adam is the only mortal she knows that isn't rachel. she could go to rachel, but she has a feeling asking rachel to punch her would be some kind of violation of her truce with percy. (she doubts rachel would, anyway.) she can't be 100% positive adam will be willing to be part of her little experiment, either, but she needs to figure this shit out. she might even ask nicely. sort of. ]
Adam, it's Clarisse. I need you to do something for me. [ okay, so she's not really asking, but... ] Can you meet me outside the mansion ASAP? [ there, that was a question. at least she's not demanding he do so. she's trying. ] It's important.
voice; I AM, ADAM ISN'T. X(
No good thing ever happens when a god, or a part god, or God dials you up, asking you to do something. Oh, hell no, is Adam's first reaction, followed by fuck, no. His gut tells him not to bother, because taking the cheese is how stupid mortal men get into trouble. Fatal, soul-shattering trouble, the kind that starts with "I need you to do something" and "meet me in the Beautiful Room so we can torture you until Dean gives in."
Michael needing a human sacrifice had been important, too, depending on who you asked.
Clarisse isn't one of them, he knows that, and Percy might have even tried to promote their kind as being of better stock, but until Wonderland Adam had been paying off the last mysterious favor he'd done with bits of his humanity.]
Something like what?
[He's wary, and definitely regrets picking up the phone. He thought maybe her calling his device had been about something else, like Luke. What she'd want from him is anybody's guess, but he hadn't been expecting some divine entity to hit him up for a personal meeting, sounding frazzled.
Good thing it's event time or he'd just flat out say "no."]
voice; SORRY NOT SORRY ADAM.
voice; CRIES, STOP THROWING HIM OFF, CLARISSE.
voice; NO NEVER SHE IS HERE TO MAKE HIS LIFE DIFFICULT.
voice; SHE IS THE RUDEST THING.
voice; HANNIBAL WOULD AGREE...
voice; WOW, AND HE KILLED HER AT FULL STRENGTH, TOO.
voice; CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP.
voice; MORTALITY, BRINGING PEOPLE TOGETHER SINCE 2014.
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of course, dean's expecting to be shut down before he gets anything but his greeting in. ]
Hey, Adam. You, uh, got a minute?
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It's the best defense he has when things get hard to deal with.
When the living dead himself calls, Adam is torn between being glad and being wary Dean's about to dump another helping of shit onto his plate. Why else do either of his brothers contact him these days? Unlike what Wonderland had turned them into, he's not a part of that family--or any family--and he never will be.]
I have nothing but time. [It's not an invitation or a rejection, not really.] What?
[Dean had been murdered, it's hard not to be a curious about that, even if not precisely grief-stricken.]
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Thanks.
-William.
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[Which is his joking way of saying, "Hey, William, I remember, and I haven't written you off as an undesirable yet."
... And focusing on William's unfamiliarity with the devices first takes a little sting out of the rest. Just a little. A microscopic amount. Angels in the outfield is no joke, and it immediately makes his pulse beat hot and heavy in his ears. Fuck you, Wonderland. Just fuck you.]
Thanks. For the warning.
Just how sure are you that's not a vessel? He looks like a person.
[Either way, he has an idea now that the man isn't human, and that's a good enough reason to avoid the hell out of him. The fact he might be a second Michael is just a shit cherry on the shit cake.]
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Bela. Hey. Glad to hear from you..
[His personal downs just tend to be much steeper, and his ups much smaller. Doesn't make for great people skills. That's his fault. She's not the only one who struggles with keeping up to date with everything.]
No, don't apologize. I know how it is. I... haven't been all there, either. It's enough just dealing with our own stuff, you know? I get it. And I'm sorry, too. But with people getting killed and the events... it's good to hear a friendly voice. Are you all right? You don't need anything?
[She's not in any trouble that involves aforementioned serial killers and event crap, is she?]
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[ it's not necessarily followed by an of course. the cora who went to high school would of course remember the birthday of one of her friends — and her supposed boyfriend — but the cora who had nothing at all, not even a friend to embarrass her when she didn't want to face the day she aged without her family celebrating with her, never really took to making a show of remembering. each birthday she'd spent had been alone, wishing a happy birthday to a ghost who wasn't as intangible as she had been lead to believe. but adam's a little different, as he's alive, even if barely, and sometimes it never quite hurts to act as though someone matters. ]
[ it's a little difficult for cora to shrug things off, even if she pretends otherwise. boyd continues to matter, even after he'd gone limp in her arms. erica will always matter, even if she had been someone she could touch again in wonderland. and adam, despite what he may believe, matters in his own way, even if he's sometimes as stubborn and as aggravating as trying to move a rock. she knows if she tries to push him she might end up hurting herself, but stubbing her toe against this particular stone may be worth it. it's a little difficult to even shake the feeling like this is an important day away. it'd mattered to her in an alternate universe; for some reason it matters now. ]
[ rather than take to audio, or even video, cora chooses to do something simple. it's long-lasting, if he doesn't delete it, and it doesn't mix any messages up, either. ]
Happy Birthday.
[ she wants to add in a joke, perhaps a one more year until you're legal, but she doubts a reminder of what it is neither of them have is the best way to colour his day. ]
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No one here knows him, he hadn't been close to any of these people in his real life aside from John (and he'd remembered Adam's birthday sporadically at best, his phone calls coming less and less), so how--? Then he sees who'd sent the text. Cora? How?]
How did you know?
[He shoots a text back, not because he wants to admit she's right, but to voice the question he's asking himself in his mind. Does anyone else? Are more lousy reminders headed his way?
That's the important thing here, the only important thing.]
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Try to. Why, what's up?
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My uncle's here. [ out of all the family members, it's him. it's clear cora's angry by how clipped her own tone is. if that could convey everything she wants to say to him, it'd make this a hell of a lot easier. but adam knows nothing about her family — that's her fault. ] His name's Peter Hale. I don't know what your social calendar's like, but if you talk to him, don't trust a word that comes out of his mouth.
[ she has, several times over, and she's been fucked over for it. ]
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Her reason for calling, though? That's something completely different. This Peter guy is really popular.]
... Okay. Bad uncle. I'm starting to get the picture.
[Getting a warning like this not once or twice, but three times? Adam's getting the message loud and clear.]
You know the rest of the guys from Beacon Hills, don't you. Your friends said something like that about him, too. What's the deal?
[What's the deal with your family? he is what he really wants to hear. Family drama isn't a concern for the general public, but when it has to do with monsters? Adam's happy to get nosy in that case.]
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Congrats, Milligan, you're officially a Wonderland twin. [ it's a thrilling development, she knows. but thankfully adam and luke are the only set left, as far as she knows. she doesn't even want to think about luke showing up with the percy jackson brigade running around. talk about a nightmare. (there were three of them at one point. at least d'artagnan knew his way around a sword.) ] Watch yourself, yeah? I don't know what Luke is up to, but it's probably best you stay the hell away from him. [ but, you know, it's not like she cares or anything... it's just common courtesy. or something. ]
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But then what she means becomes clear.
Is he thrilled knowing one of the things he'd hoped wouldn't happen has happened? Not especially. Not even a little.
Adam should thank her for giving him a heads up, he's grateful for it; it's not like any of these demi-gods are obligated to put him ahead of one of their own. But all he finds himself is angry, angry at the shit that keeps piling itself up on his doorstep.]
Great, when did he get here?
[His answer comes after a long beat of silence, and when it does, it's terse.]
I should worry until you knock him into next week, you mean?
[There's got to be a perk to this. Like Clarisse coming down on his doppelganger like the fist of God and discovering how to evict people to other storybook worlds in the process.]
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3/16, evening.
Dean is back, he's a demon. Sam's dead, and I get the feeling he's not going to stop there.
Charlie is coming, and Maxine and Sam have been asked too. I know your room is warded like crazy, but I'd feel a lot better if you were where I could see you tonight.
I want to make sure everyone stays safe.
First floor, room 44. Please.
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Dean coming back after being missing? That's bad enough. But Dean stepping up his asshole game by coming back with no soul and killing the brother he'd sacrificed Adam to save once is a whole new level of crap he really doesn't want to deal with. If he had a choice in the matter, though, this wouldn't be happening.
Adam allows himself one deep breath, re-reads Jo's text a second time, then replies.]
Are YOU okay?
[If anyone's high up on a demonic Dean's hit list, it must be Jo; making sure his half-brother isn't banging down her door is the first thing he thinks to do.
The second thing, he doesn't need to be asked twice about.]
Fine, I'll come. Don't worry about me, I'll be there.
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Adam Miligan - yeah? Hello, I'm Kol.
My friend said I should talk to you if I wanted to know how to defend myself from angels - which given any other circumstances would sound bloody mad.
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Normally, he doesn't do the video thing, but this guy's gone out of his way to track him down personally--Adam takes that as a bad sign and a challenge. After thinking about what to do, he decides to drag a chair to a nondescript part of his room and respond in kind.]
Yeah, that's me.
[It's a lukewarm greeting. It's hard not to read Isaac into everything Kol says and does, and he's still more than a little sore about how things with Isaac had gone.
Plus, he's just a lukewarm greeter to begin with.]
Given any other circumstances, I guess you wouldn't look like someone I used to know. [But that's not what this is about, is it? Adam lets his eyebrows rise and fall before continuing.] So, what friend is this?
[Go on, share with the class. He's interested in who's been running their mouth.]
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