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[Have a bombshell-blonde teen werewolf, Keeliai. She's dressed in the same outfit she wore to a rave and leaning both elbows on the console as she stares straight into the camera.

While she doesn't start by naming Isaac, Scott, and Stiles specifically, it likely obvious to them that her first statement is aimed in their direction.]

Boys, I know you're busy with your baking or whatever you're up to [what's up with that by the way?] but I'm here now so why don't you come out, come out, wherever you are?

[Ending with a sing-song voice, she addresses anyone else who might be paying attention to her feed.]

To the rest of you, that's one hell of a song and dance they do for you back at the palace, isn't it? Too bad it's probably full of lies or something.

[Her smile fades as she makes a face and gives a deliberate, dramatic sigh.]

So, anyone want to help a girl out and give me the 101 on place? Because this network doesn't have Google or WikiLeaks.

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[OMFG have a staring Stiles for a very long moment, Erica. And then he yelps.]

ERICA!!

Amazing, Stiles, you remember my name.

[Yeah only one problem, the Turtle's resident smartass has had his smartass knocked out of him by this appearance. Realm between life and death indeed. He's pale as a sheet and stammering incoherently. Like he's seen a ghost.]

[ Scott remembers Derek holding Erica's lifeless body in his arms at the bank vault like it was yesterday. They weren't exactly friends but he was still saddened by her death. She was innocent. She didn't deserve to die.

But the way she looks on video now, perfectly healthy, perfectly alive...

It's like seeing a ghost.

Scott can't even be embarrassed about being called out on the whole baking thing, he's too dumbfounded by seeing her. ]

Hey... [ There's an uncertainty to his greeting, like he can't actually believe he's talking to her right now. ]

[Yeah, she's kinda getting that when he doesn't have a smart-aleck reply in return. Tilting her head, she gives him a speculative look.]

What, you can't even ask how I'm doing? Say, "Welcome to the Big Giant Turtle" maybe?

...Welcome to the big giant turtle.

Hold that thought for a minute?

[And the feed cuts out for a minute.]

[Not knowing that she's dead in the future makes it hard to interpret Stiles' and Scott's reactions to her. She knows they're not on great terms but last she checked, they were tentatively working together. And hey, she wasn't actively trying to steal Scott from Allison yet so what was the problem?]

Hi. [Pause.] Did I interrupt a critical whipped cream moment or something?

[She opens her mouth a moment, and as the feed cuts her brow furrows.]

Hey!

[No he can't hear it but that doesn't matter because what is going on here?]

[He's all fussed, and gets right up in Scott's face.]

What are we gonna do? Seriously?

[ That makes Scott laugh, but it's a nervous laugh, a laugh that belongs to someone who has no idea how to approach this situation. ]

No, we, uh, actually finished baking a while ago... [ And suddenly Stiles appears. ] Be right back! [ And he cuts his feed. ]

[ Scott asks Stiles a question of his own that he wants answered. ] How is she alive? [ Not that he isn't happy that she is. But this is officially too crazy for him. ]

[Seriously?

Tapping her foot, she leans back in her chair and stares at the console, willing either him or Stiles to come back.]

Realm between life and death, remember? They said, when we got here. You might be dead.

So...maybe this is where Erica ends up?

[ The chances of them being dead seems a lot more likely now someone they know who's dead has arrived.

That's not worth thinking about right now though. ] She didn't seem like she knew she was dead. She wasn't even acting like she was close to death before she came here.

I don't know. I don't know! Maybe...maybe she's not? Maybe this is before all of that? Like how I'm kinda before you and Isaac? A little?

Look, you just can't tell her she dies, okay? It might cause a paradox and we'll all explode or turn into evil versions of ourselves.

[About five minutes later, Stiles reappears, forcing a smile.]

Erica. Sorry 'bout that. Nature called. You know. When you gotta go.

So. Um. What's the last thing you remember about back in Beacon Hills?

You think she could be that behind? [ Scott thinks for a moment. ] We should ask her what her last memory of home is...

[ Scott gives Stiles a look of disbelief. ] You think I'd tell her? I couldn't even tell Allison about her mom... [ There's no way he could break the news to Erica. ] Damn it, why does Isaac have to be working right now... [ They needed him. ]

Ugh I know!

[He runs a hand through his hair, thinking hard and fast.]

Okay. I'll ask her. You talk to her too. Just...act casual. Pretend like nothing's wrong.

[Stiles smiles at her, and Erica just gives him a flat look. She might believe him except Scott disappeared all skittish-like as well and so now? Now she's suspicious.]

Right. Why do you want to know?

[...

... Uh.

... Wow]

I don't know who could ever be too busy for you, but if those jerks don't show up, I'd be happy to show you around this place...

Or, you know, anywhere you want.

[Shit, busted. He just shrugs! Innocently! Not at all nervously or aggressively!]

Just to make sure we're all on the same page! I mean, we figured out I'm from a time a little bit before Scott. So he's ahead of me. Can't tell me my future. Wanna avoid doing that to you, that's all!

[She's staring at a man made of rocks. Talking rocks. The rocks are sort of complimenting her. Flirting with her. Huh.]

Oh yeah? Anywhere in particular you'd take me?

[Yeah she'll flirt back a bit. Because she can. Because it beats freaking out on the network and maybe the guy (it's a guy right?) will give her some juicy tidbits if she does.]

[Her eyes narrow. She's not entirely sure that she believes you, Stiles. Sure he has a point, no good really comes from knowing your future, but she's a little disgruntled by the reception and the weird behavior. Finally, she finally replies:]

The night of the rave. Last thing I remember is being there on the dance floor. Does that make me ahead of any of you or behind?

...Behind. Okay. Good to know. Still dealing with the K-...Jackson. Got it.

[God, Jackson seemed like a lifetime ago. But it does answer his question. She's not dead. Not yet. Not really. The metaphysics of this is making his head hurt.]

That's super creepy. I don't know that I'd come out if someone started doing that at me, to be honest, it's kind of like something out of a horror film.

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