lydiascreams | [017. I reveal nothing, both played fate.]

[017. I reveal nothing, both played fate.]

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[Her body is still shaking from the scream, from watching Zane kill Vergil when she wakes up in her bed. Her bed. They are back. And she almost rushes right out of her room toward the infirmary when she realizes she has a katana and a necklance in each of her hands. Her hands that are covered in blood. Both items that she retrieved from Vergil's body.

So instead, Lydia takes time to shower, to both clean herself and pull herself together. She knows from experience that, after something like that, no one needs a reminder of what happened, of how terrifying all of it was walking around the Barge. And it helps her, too.
But as she sits down to put on her make up (not bothering to cover the bruises around her neck this time, either. She survived again. Twice). But when she checks the network as she gets ready, her stomach drops again.

Allison, Mr. Powers. Both of their messages tell her something is wrong. Worse, they tell her that things aren't normal. They tell her that some people are still switched even thought they are already on the right barge.

Or maybe they she is on the wrong barge. Their rooms were the same for the most part.

So Lydia ventures her way out of her room and into the hallway slowly. The mountain ash line underneath her door tells her that she really is back in the right Barge. But then, she has plenty of werewolf enemies in the mirror barge, too. She heads toward the Infirmary to check on Vergil. And once she's done there, she makes her way straight to the seventh floor, using her key to get into Stiles' room ]

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[A few hours later, it's pretty clear to Lydia that this is the normal barge and that there are plenty of mirror people in there still. Which means she needs to be careful and pretend to be her mirror self for as long as possible. A couple of people already know who she really is, but she trusts Stiles, Allison and Mr. Powers not to out her.

So she puts her best glare on and starts the video. Very visible bruises on her neck both from when Jackson tried to strangle her and from the necklace that Zane used against her have already formed.

If someone she trusts contacts her, she will just switch to private and tell them the truth.]

What the hell is going on?

[ooc: Lydia is not switched. More info here.]

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[ Vergil had woke in a room far too posh to be his filthy hell hole of a room. Normally first thing he saw when he woke was Rebellion on the wall across from the cheap bed he sleeps on. This was a four poster and was far too expensive for the likes of him. His money was for flash clothes and expensive guns and such.

He figured he must have passed out in someone's room, everything was a blur, and he couldn't recall much aside from hitting on 'blondie'. He figured she used some kinda magic mojo on him. Slipping off the bed he was more concerned suddenly that he was fully dressed... well as dressed as he gets.

Walking out of the room he realized when he saw where he was... that was his room. Something strange was going on. So he set to exploring, and as luck would have it they would pass on the stairs while she was heading to the infirmary. Messy white hair, blue leather coat and no shirt, over brown leather pants and untied work boots was the sight walking up the stairs, with guns. one at each side and a large broadsword over his back. He grinned at Lydia and nodded, Mirror Lydia was cool as hell. He assumes it's her.]

Edited (I messed up thinking both had to death toll, my bad.) 2014-09-30 15:39 (UTC)

[The other Andrew had isolated himself even from other wardens, ignoring most of them, and Andrew's memories of that version of himself are hazy and fading anyway. He can't tell immediately if it's Lydia as he knows her or the other one. It takes him a few moments to decide whether or not to actually send the message and when he finally does, it's short and blunt:]

What happened to your neck?

[Derek is very visibly not pleased, but he's still wearing his gear from the arena and he isn't screaming at the top of his lungs so at least it's clear he's the 'right' person from her point of reference.]

Just about everyone I know is not in their right minds right now, Ms. Martin, so you had better not about to be able to say something that I don't want to hear.

[He wakes up in his own bed. It's how these things go. One minute they're in port, or wherever the Admiral's dumped them this week, and the next they're back on the Barge. But something's different, even though he can't put his finger on it right away as he sits up. Everything in his room is the same, except there are a couple of posters on his walls that weren't there before and he narrows his eyes. Who the hell's been in his damn room? He doesn't know, but unless it's Lydia, they're going to be sorry they decided to redecorate.

And speaking of Lydia...

He can hear her footsteps approaching the door and he stares at the very elaborate locking and alarm system -- that's new, too. What the hell? he wonders, baffled. He rises to his feet and moves to open the door just as she's turning the handle and his eyes narrow.

This is the Lydia from the other barge.]

What the hell is going on?

[And that's when his gaze zeroes in on her neck. A growl rumbles in his chest and he reaches out, pulling her inside the door and closing it, clamping a hand down on her shoulder though his hold on her isn't meant to cause harm. Wordlessly he lifts his other hand to her face, tilting her head back to get a look at the bruising and his eyes flash blue.]

Who?

Some people are here who don't belong.

[He debates replying when he sees her come on. Ultimately, it's the bruises that sway him to respond.]

Some of us got sucked onto the wrong ships after the collision.

[a beat]

Is your neck all right?

I guess some people didn't make it back to their ship.

[Bucky looks more or less the same. He's wearing his Commandos jacket, and he looks a little worn out and pale, but that's not really anything new, especially not considering how things had been lately.

He even looks a little concerned when he moves on, frowning at her curiously.]

What happened to you?

[Dante kind of liked Lydia. Smart, a little mouthy with a dash of sass and a cool head. Nice girl. Reminded him a little of Grue's daughter, so when he sees the bruises on her neck, he has to answer. Taking a note from his brother's book, Dante sets the lock to private]

You ever see that movie Freaky Friday? Not the old one, that sucked, but I can't say much for Lindsey Lohan. Shoulda kept her ass in LA.

[There was no happiness or mirth to him today - he couldn't even muster up enough fuck to pretend. Also, knowing a thing or two about pride, and not being a total inconsiderate idiot, he figured he'd ease into exactly what the hell happened.]

[A few hours later, his powers have already been limited. He's still an alpha, technically - his eyes still turn red when he looks in the mirror. But he doesn't have the strength to back it up, and that's a little terrifying.

But like hell is he going to advertise that. It takes all his concentration to keep his face as - well, wolfish, monstrous as it is.]

You don't look so good. [He sounds arrogant.]

[ There's worry written plainly all over his face. ]

Lydia. What happened to you?!

[ He didn't mean to respond. He'd been in his room, trying to come to terms with what he remembered doing. With what she'd said. He'd very nearly convinced himself that it was all a horrible nightmare when her post up. Those bruises were all the reminder he needed. He flung the device as hard as he could. So she'd just see a blur of motion. The sound of a crunch as something broke. The soft thud of the device hitting the ground. Then darkness. Only the sounds of his panicked breathing could be heard. ]

We're having a fucking tea party, Lydia. What do you think is going on?

[Frostily disdainful, but pissed and petty. Also Anita took no injuries from the arena she didn't heal - and she's way too made-up and glossy to be Needy.]

Be more of a bimbette, honestly.

Who attacked you?

[Says the very clearly not affected Peter Parker, who absolutely is not crazy or wearing a black Spider-Man suit.]

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