Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

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The pathways of the dungeon had changed overnight. Anyone who had stayed in a room beyond their welcome had found themselves booted out back onto the hallways that belonged to their camp and feeling pressed down by the sudden increase in gravity. The doors of yesterday had closed. Other doors had now opened.

And other routes.

[ pathways | gremlins | space battles | room of the past | flooded room | free space | strange vault | ooc NOTE: room doors not belonging to your camp will lock when you enter. so please designate whether you're from camp 1 or the joint camp 2/ camp 3 ]

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Re: An Aged Door

[justlurkinghere]

Oh, like Derek would use his words here. He was just going to keep dragging Stiles until they were out of the weird hospital and into the woods. Wait, what?

He did not like this anymore than he liked the hospital. Especially when the smell of smoke permeated the air and the sound of police officers and firefighters lay ahead. Derek gripped Stiles' wrist tighter, probably lucky that he didn't have his usual strength right now.

When the trees cleared, the still smoking shell of a house came into view.

Re: An Aged Door

[robinonadderall]

He thought things couldn't get any worse but clearly they could. That sick feeling in his stomach wasn't about to go away, not when he knew how many bodies were probably in that house.

"Derek." Stiles grabbed a hold of Derek's shirt with his free hand and twisted his fingers into it like he was afraid Derek was gonna run off. "Derek, we need to get out of here. Now."

They definitely had to leave before the room decided to show some of the more recent of Stiles' bad memories, like getting the hell beaten out of him by Gerard Argent or holding Derek up in the school swimming pool.

Re: An Aged Door

[justlurkinghere]

Somewhere by the house were a pair of hollow-eyed teenagers under one of those stupid blankets the EMT had fished out like that would spare them some pain. Upon catching a glimpse of them, Derek was moving again. "I hate this place," he hissed, shoulders hunching in like that would protect him from the memory.

Re: An Aged Door

[robinonadderall]

Moving was a good idea. He loosened his grip on Derek slightly though he didn't let go of him completely. The woods cleared away bit by bit until they were standing in a nice house that Stiles recognized as Lydia's. At first it would probably seem like a party but one would quickly realize that people were acting unusual that went way beyond drunk. Some people were crying, others were fighting...one guy was trying to make out with a plant...

The noise dimmed down some as the memory focused on a Stiles who looked pretty much like this Stiles did a few months back. He was standing very still, not saying anything while a clearly drunk Sheriff Stilinski was yelling at him.

"You know, every day I saw her lying in that hospital bed, slowly dying, I thought how in the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive little bastard that keeps ruining my life!" The other Stiles looked close to tears as his father kept yelling at him. "It's all you. It's you, Stiles. You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her. And now you're killing me."

"He didn't really say that," Stiles said, not wanting Derek to get the wrong idea here. "I was drugged with wolfsbane. It was a hallucination."

Though obviously it felt real since they were watching the memory replay now.

Re: An Aged Door

[justlurkinghere]

Derek did his most comforting of all moves by putting a hand on Stiles' shoulder at the memory.

And then there was the, "You were what?" DAMN IT, PETER AND LYDIA.

Re: An Aged Door

[robinonadderall]

Stiles totally appreciated that hand on the shoulder, Derek!

"Dude, this was the highlight of this night." Later on was being held at gunpoint, being paralyzed again and watching Matt pistol whip his father.

It wasn't a good night for anyone in the series, really. Except maybe Peter and Gerard.

Re: An Aged Door

[justlurkinghere]

...well then.

"We're moving. Now."

Re: An Aged Door

[robinonadderall]

"Good idea. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take." He liked Derek and all, but he was uncomfortable with anyone knowing that much about his issues with his mother's death. Or death in general. God he hoped that night when he went off on Lydia didn't show up here.

"The old ass door has to be around here somewhere."

Re: An Aged Door

[justlurkinghere]

Oh, like your issues weren't all over people, Stiles. Wait, they weren't.

Damn your ability to keep them on the down low.

Unlike Derek who was dragging Stiles with him out of the party and back into the woods. But this time it was dark out. And chilly. This all seemed very familiar. In the distance you could hear a wolf howling.

Yeah, it was going to be a fun memory for both of them.

"No. Not this."

Re: An Aged Door

[robinonadderall]

Well this looked familiar. Stiles reached out to grip Derek's shirt again, really not looking forward to what they were about to see. A lot of crap went down in these woods but he already had a feeling about what this moment was.

"Just keep moving," Stiles said. "Just ignore it."

Yeah good luck with that.

Re: An Aged Door

[justlurkinghere]

Which could only mean they stumbled right on Derek as he knelt over the body of his sister. Well, half of her body. Oh, Teen Wolf. You just like making everyone sad inside.

Derek nodded in agreement, fleeing from the scene before it could get worse. "Just find that damn door."

Re: An Aged Door

[robinonadderall]

Keep moving and find the door. Great plan. Stiles fully supported the plan. The woods quickly melted away into what looked to be a mechanic's garage. And, oh hey, the door! Right there at the other end of the garage!

In between where a red hoodied version of Stiles was struggling to move on the floor on one side of the room and on the other side a screaming mechanic was about to be crushed by Stiles' jeep.

"Don't look, don't look, don't look," Stiles said as he tried to practically drag Derek towards the door. "Seriously, it's not pretty."

Re: An Aged Door

[justlurkinghere]

If it helped, Derek was shoving him along too. And looking back to see what was causing the screaming.

NOT THAT IT WOULD HELP HIM.

"Next time we stay at camp."

Re: An Aged Door

[robinonadderall]

"Seems like a wise decison." He wasn't about to put up a fight. Until tomorrow when he wanted to go out.