Danny Mahealani (dannymahealani) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-07-08 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | billy kaplan / demiurge, danny mahealani |
Who: Danny (Teen Wolf), Billy (DC)
What: Danny doesn't believe in magic. He needs proof.
Where: Danny's room in Tower One.
When: A few hours after everyone started arriving.
Warnings/Ratings: TBD, likely low/none.
Status: In Progress
Danny was pretty sure he'd written fanfiction like this when he was nine. Only in that, he was actually a superhero, not the lone normal guy in the midst of a town full of people who were either fictional characters or deluded. Though if they were fictional and Danny was talking to them, that probably meant he wasn't a normal guy, he was having some kind of episode and in need of therapy and heavy medication.
Or he was in a town full of superheroes, fairy tales, and video game legends.
Actually neither option seemed that likely. Maybe he should go back to the warped reality show premise. He'd better get an over-sized novelty check at the end of this.
He'd gone to get a look at the barrier, but there had been a lot of people doing the same thing, and while Danny knew Allison, Erica, and Scott were around, he hadn't actually seen them yet. So he retreated back to his room to frantically read the network on his assigned PDA, talking to people while fiddling with it. So far, it was crap for doing anything useful OTHER than chatting back and forth. He'd tried to get into the facebook of everyone he knew, get through to his folks, or access any kind of outside network. So far, all with zero success. He missed his laptop. He missed his sanity, too.
He texted off a reply to . . . someone who thought he was Billy Kaplan. Seriously. Wiccan. It was like someone raided his comic book stash and Steam account and then used it to populate a town.
If Nightwing showed up, Danny was going to need to actually channel some of his dad's zen yoga breathing techniques.
Not that they were REALLY Wiccan or Commander Shepard or anyone else. It wasn't possible. Neither was popping up in a random town full of strangers while en-route to the mailbox, but details.
Once he left "Billy" with his room number, Danny automatically looked around, used to doing the habitual pre-visitor room check to make sure it wasn't a mess. (Mostly because Jackson was a neat-freak asshole who bugged him if Danny had stuff all over his room.) Since all he had were the clothes on his back and the stuff his welcoming committee gave him though, it was fine. Other than being a strange room in a strange town with a bed that was not his own and no laptop.
Seriously, Harry Potter had talked to him. This had to be the strangest dream ever.