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The Park, Saturday Morning
There was a brief, bright blast of blue light.
A couple of 1974 lottery tickets drifted down from between the trees and settled gently on the grass.
There was another brief, bright blast of light, but it was green this time.
And then the children came.
[[ arrive, children! ]]
A couple of 1974 lottery tickets drifted down from between the trees and settled gently on the grass.
There was another brief, bright blast of light, but it was green this time.
And then the children came.
[[ arrive, children! ]]

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So he'd gone through it.
...he didn't think this was the Enchanted Forest, sure there was a castle in the distance, but there was also a playground right over there.
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Once on the other side, he dusted off his trousers, took in his surroundings, and set off to find the nearest bar that would accept his fake.
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"Okay, whoever is behind this, not funny!" she yelled. "My parents will totally pay your ransom!"
She thought she could trust the manicurist.
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She wasn't always freaked out and paranoid, but this girl had no inkling of the existence of the supernatural beyond her daddy's occasional grumbling about some planets' backwards physics.
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Probably.
He brushed the grass off his knees and peeked around the park, trying to figure out what to do next.
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"Must be alternate universe kids weekend," he said. "Wonder if they're still in the dorms..."
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Sad thing when she got back Stiles probably would let it slide because he would have done the same thing.
She looked up at the castle ahead and decided she wasn't in San Francisco anymore and it definitely wasn't Beacon Hills either. But if she concentrated hard enough and wandered around a bit maybe she'd be able to find her dads or somebody she knew.
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Well, he still wasn't sure where he'd ended up but he'd figure it out.
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Her dads may not have kept their high school yearbooks, but that alone was all she needed to know to convince her to look the school up.
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She thought she was probably back on Earth, which might mean she was close to someone Dad knew. She confidently headed off in what seemed like the most likely direction, tiny wings fluttering lightly behind her.
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...oh. This could be funny.
They didn't even have to speak. Annika raised an eyebrow at her sisters, and Christiana automatically shifted, the other two following. It would be faster to get where they were going this way.
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She shrugged and walked on to hunt down her parents. And breakfast.
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At least she didn't seem to be anywhere dangerous. She sighed, picked herself up, straightened her clothing, and reached out telepathically to see what she could find.
And...oh. She blinked. What was going on here? Still alert, but a little more relaxed now, she struck out towards the familiar mind she could feel.
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She reached into her pocket wih a sigh. Momma was at work, so she was going to have to call Papa...
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Vocabulary courtesy both of Ilse's parents, interruption courtesy her ass hitting the snowpatch-dotted grass. The cursing in old Norse that followed, though, could be blamed entirely on her not-aunt Acacia.
"These are new pants, dammit," she grumbled to... someone... as she stood up and looked around.
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The television and radio signals said this was Earth, 2014 -- so, clearly the portal was some sort of theoretically impossible temporospatial singularity. Boy, mom was going to be PISSED that it opened inside her observation deck. And probably worried sick. He could try jumping back through, but that wouldn't be any fun.
Besides -- despite the date, there seemed to be a few open extranet connections on the island. And one of them, guessing from the username and date, was a teenage version of Dad. That, he had to see!
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She looked around in disappointment. "Awww. We're still on the island."
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So.
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Actually, he'd hit it flying, and landed on the other side of the portal with a flourish and a grin, folding his wings behind himself.
Ah, Fandom. Nommy had missed you.
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This time, she had a body, and her body could walk.
Pluma strode through the portal, then began sniffing the air. She could smell the feather-blood. It would lead her to Mother and Father. There were others ... ones like her but not the same. They would require investigation.
She had time.
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