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[hairgels]

Hi, everybody. I'm not sure who exactly I'm speaking to or how this works, but I'm new here and I have a favor to ask you all.

I know this is a lot to ask for, but does anybody have any clothes I could borrow? Clothes for a guy, I mean. I'm, uh-- Well I feel ridiculous right now and I'd really like to change out of what I'm wearing.

[For those of you who don't make a habit of checking your compact or who might be out and about already, you might find Blaine trying to find something remotely masculine to change into, even if it means trudging through the snow. Judging from this pretty little number and these heels, he hasn't had any luck yet.]

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[hairgels]

Yeah, that's right. Thanks.

I'm Blaine, by the way.

[Just going to hightail it back to his unit and wallow in his frilly misery there.]

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[puppyface]

Right. I'll be there in a bit, I've gotta walk.

[He hangs up the communicator and wishes up a pair of vaguely-correctly-sized pants and an XL T-shirt, because well, fashion isn't his Thing. Sorry, Blaine.

It takes him a good while to arrive- even if he wished up a bike, it's cold as balls and snowing. Bike's not getting through that. Feel free to answer calls while he's gone; it's a good walk from Rose to Lilac.

Shivering, he knocks on Blaine's door.]

[hairgels]

[It's okay, Scott. You're basically a Finn mindtwin so fair expectations will be set. Blaine hurriedly warbles something about no rush before Scott hangs up. His unit is bare since he just arrived and all, but he still wants to prim it for his first guest.

In the midst of other calls, he gets how this wishing stuff works. Knowing that Scott's on the way and feeling bad about making him walk all the way over, he wishes up a coffee maker and starts it up. It looks a little off but it seems to work fine, so whatever.

The coffee's brewing for some minutes when he hears the knock. By now he has his bowtie-button up-sweater triple combo going on, which is probably good considering Scott's wardrobe wouldn't even make his nightwear standards.]

Come in. Sorry, you came all the way out here just to see that I finally understand what you meant by wishing things up. If it's any consolation, I making coffee.

[puppyface]

OH- nah, I figured someone probably would. It's cool.

[He shrugs, smiling wide past his chilled cheeks- gotta be friendly, after all.]

My mom doesn't really let me drink coffee and I kinda don't like it. It's fine! It's good, it's warm in here.

[Scott, of course, after the past few days he's had, is rather glad to see a new-comer in person this time. This kid seems weird, but at least not murderous.

...But seriously, Blane, what the hell are you wearing?]

Uh- you didn't get any calls from my friend Stiles, right? Or did you?

[hairgels]

Are you sure? I can probably make some hot chocolate, if you's rather have that. Here, have a seat.

[He motions a seat for Scott, playing the role of the good host. It's a nice distraction from, y'know, being pulled from your world, forced into a dress, and all that.

He disappears to grab a mug of coffee for himself, though. It doesn't take long before he's sitting across from the seat he designated as Scott's, taking a sip. Not a medium drip, but it'll do.]

Actually, I did get a call from somebody by that name. He's the one who told me how to wish all this up.

[Motioning to his clothes. Which are stylish and sufficiently coordinated, Scott. Learn to fashion.]

[puppyface]

Uh- actually that'd be nice!

[He does like hot chocolate, at least, and he is pretty cold.]

Yeah, he's a lot better at explaining all of this.

[Scott grins a little, sitting down in that designated chair and looking around.]

Er- did he explain anything else to you?

[hairgels]

[He nods, getting up to see if he can get that started. He doesn't come back until he has a matching mug for Scott, handing it over.]

You'll have to excuse how bare everything is. I just arrived here. -- I'm still fuzzy on that part, but Stiles explained...some things. [Crossdressing things.]

[puppyface]

[Scott grins at the sight of the mug, wrapping his cold hands around it ant taking a drink. That is much better.]

He told you about the denizens, right? And what... the rulers are trying to do to us?

[He wants to help, really- but he does trust Stiles to have basically told him everything.]

'S there anything you wanted to ask?

[hairgels]

Oh, that was in the letter. You're talking about how these "Rulers" want us to replace fairy tales, right? They sound like really awful people. You can't just kidnap somebody and force them to be somebody they aren't. I even showed up dressed like that character! And keeping us captive here? That's horrible.

[sighs, repositioning himself] There is one question I still have. How can they even bring us here? It's kind of silly to say it when I wished these up, [waving his mug] but magic isn't real. Not really.

[puppyface]

...Well, it's not real in your world, maybe.

[Scott takes another sip, trying to keep cool. This isn't awkward or weird at all. Noooot at all.]

But in my world and some other it... kind of is?

[hairgels]

In your world. So you're telling me -- that you aren't even from Earth.

[It's not really a question. He doesn't think Scott would be lying about this, but. It just doesn't make sense to him.]

Can I ask you a personal question? I don't mean to overstep, and if you don't want to answer the question, that's totally fine, but... Are you an alien?

[puppyface]

[Welp. That earns you a good laugh, Blaine.]

No- no! Not- okay, maybe not the same- How do I..

[He tries to think of a better way to explain it. Blaine doesn't seem like a video game person, though..]

Okay, well, I mean, I'm from Earth. But I guess, we come from different... versions of Earth?

--Realities! Different realities, like, I dunno, SyFy channel or something. And our worlds could be really similar but they might be really different, too!

[hairgels]

[Small sigh of relief and holding back a laugh of his own. He's a bit embarrassed now that he's asked but there weren't many other assumptions he could have made!!]

Different realities. Wow... Just. Wow. Okay, then. Different realities it is, Scott Potter. So did they take your apparition away, or...?

[puppyface]

Oh- no, no, we don't... Well, I didn't think magic or... supernatural... stuff was real.

[He pouts a little to himself, thinking about it.]

UNtil I was bit by a werewolf.

[hairgels]

[Congratulations, Scott. You get a medal for being the first one to break his brain.]

You were bit by a... Of course you were.

Wait, doesn't that make you a werewolf?

[puppyface]

Ssssssorta?

they took our powers when we came here.

[hairgels]

[seriously:] Naturally.

[shaking his head] Sorry, I just can't believe I'm talking to a werewolf.

[puppyface]

Well, I mean, this girl called the World-- like, this world, the one we're in-- she gave us some things back the other day.

...But I'm not howling in your house, man.

[hairgels]

[He'd ask but he's momentarily distracted.]

We can get things from back home?

[puppyface]

I guess? I mean...

There was... the rulers gave us this... nightmare thing. ANyway, the World stopped it. And then she... gave us things from home, two things each. But she said her power's unstable, so I don't know when we'll see her again.

...If we see her again.

[Well, she said they would, but...]

[hairgels]

[Straightening up. This is all good news.]

Maybe she just needs some time to get it under control.

[puppyface]

Well, yeah, I hope.

This isn't exactly a fun vacation or anything.

[Nah, it blows. It blows giant balls, knowing you're going to start turning into a wolf-dog with no warning.]

[hairgels]

Which is why every little bit helps things feel more normal.

[puppyface]

..Mn, yeah, I guess.

[Well, he can at least change to a more cheery topic.]

...So what about you? Where are you from?

[hairgels]

Ohio. It was summer when I left, but I guess this world doesn't follow the same calendar.