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come_sailaway2022-12-07 08:40 pm
sonofabinky) wrote in come_sailaway2022-12-07 08:40 pm
I was a teenage werewolf
Who: Max Brinly and Laura Kearney's unbetter halves, and YOU!
What: The wolfsbane's bloomed, and the moon is full and bright
When: December 8th, the night of the full moon
Where: All over the ship
Warnings: Violence and gore, with the potential to shade into body horror depending on howbad good bad the fights get
1. I had a teen-land mind, I had to blow my top [the brig, CLOSED to laura and jack]
A pall goes across Max's face as Jack closes the brig door. He wants to make a joke, like, 'do we get room service?' or 'promise you'll let us out again!' or whatever, but the words get stuck somewhere in his throat and he has to make do with a weak sort of grin.
Cool. Cool cool cool. No big deal, just back in jail and wanting to cry and drill a hole in the floor Great Escape style, no problem. Deep breath.
"Alright, babe, this is... gonna feel like crap," he says gently to Laura. It's 1) kinda his fault she's in here too, and 2) her first time, and he would really like to make it a bit easier and less confusing than it was for him the first time he popped. "But no worse than, like, that flu that went around freshman year. Remember that thing? It's nothing, you got this. I got you."
2. and under teen full moon, no-one could make me stop [around the ship, OPEN]
2a. multipack
The warm, salt night air is split by a wolf's piercing howl. It's answered by another, just as loud.
There are predators on board the ship.
The smell of accumulated humanity -- and other smells, a hotpot of smells, a whole Korean barbecue of different living meats -- draws them first to the Promenade. Two hulking hairless creatures, tall even on all fours, growling and slavering from mouths with far too many teeth.
The electric lights are bright, brighter than they'd like, but not so bright that they can't see. At first the two werewolves just lope excitedly from new smell to new smell, giving the loudest joints such as Rischie a wide berth, noses to the ground as they explore this totally alien environment of ice cream parlours and restaurants. As soon as they pick up someone's fresh scent, though, or hear somebody moving around? Exploration will turn into hunting faster than you can say 'bad doggy'.
2b. sold separately
They peel off from one another after a while, the better to hunt. Who knows where you might be when you hear a scuffling of claws on the floorboards, or a snuffling of nostrils, or see a pair of bright yellow eyes shining in a hideous face?
Maybe you'll encounter Max, or maybe you'll encounter Laura. Or maybe which one you encounter won't matter all that much, because neither of them is in the driver's seat right now.
[ OOC: welcome one and all to Full Moon Hours!
➼ We both have permissions posts for werewolf stuff: here is Laura's and here is Max's. Check out Max's for info about werewolves in their canon, including helpful info should you wish to fight and/or get bitten by one.
➼ If you're tagging, please comment on one or both of these posts with what a werewolf's powerful sense of smell might pick up from you!
➼ We've planned which characters are going to take Max and Laura down, but outside of that, this is basically a free-for-all so long as neither of them are permanently incapacitated. Go nuts!
➼ Visual learner? Me too. Here's these gross lil werewolves in screenshot, gif, and video format (please do not @ max about this video he had a tummy ache and he was trying so hard). ]
What: The wolfsbane's bloomed, and the moon is full and bright
When: December 8th, the night of the full moon
Where: All over the ship
Warnings: Violence and gore, with the potential to shade into body horror depending on how
1. I had a teen-land mind, I had to blow my top [the brig, CLOSED to laura and jack]
A pall goes across Max's face as Jack closes the brig door. He wants to make a joke, like, 'do we get room service?' or 'promise you'll let us out again!' or whatever, but the words get stuck somewhere in his throat and he has to make do with a weak sort of grin.
Cool. Cool cool cool. No big deal, just back in jail and wanting to cry and drill a hole in the floor Great Escape style, no problem. Deep breath.
"Alright, babe, this is... gonna feel like crap," he says gently to Laura. It's 1) kinda his fault she's in here too, and 2) her first time, and he would really like to make it a bit easier and less confusing than it was for him the first time he popped. "But no worse than, like, that flu that went around freshman year. Remember that thing? It's nothing, you got this. I got you."
2. and under teen full moon, no-one could make me stop [around the ship, OPEN]
2a. multipack
The warm, salt night air is split by a wolf's piercing howl. It's answered by another, just as loud.
There are predators on board the ship.
The smell of accumulated humanity -- and other smells, a hotpot of smells, a whole Korean barbecue of different living meats -- draws them first to the Promenade. Two hulking hairless creatures, tall even on all fours, growling and slavering from mouths with far too many teeth.
The electric lights are bright, brighter than they'd like, but not so bright that they can't see. At first the two werewolves just lope excitedly from new smell to new smell, giving the loudest joints such as Rischie a wide berth, noses to the ground as they explore this totally alien environment of ice cream parlours and restaurants. As soon as they pick up someone's fresh scent, though, or hear somebody moving around? Exploration will turn into hunting faster than you can say 'bad doggy'.
2b. sold separately
They peel off from one another after a while, the better to hunt. Who knows where you might be when you hear a scuffling of claws on the floorboards, or a snuffling of nostrils, or see a pair of bright yellow eyes shining in a hideous face?
Maybe you'll encounter Max, or maybe you'll encounter Laura. Or maybe which one you encounter won't matter all that much, because neither of them is in the driver's seat right now.
[ OOC: welcome one and all to Full Moon Hours!
➼ We both have permissions posts for werewolf stuff: here is Laura's and here is Max's. Check out Max's for info about werewolves in their canon, including helpful info should you wish to fight and/or get bitten by one.
➼ If you're tagging, please comment on one or both of these posts with what a werewolf's powerful sense of smell might pick up from you!
➼ We've planned which characters are going to take Max and Laura down, but outside of that, this is basically a free-for-all so long as neither of them are permanently incapacitated. Go nuts!
➼ Visual learner? Me too. Here's these gross lil werewolves in screenshot, gif, and video format (please do not @ max about this video he had a tummy ache and he was trying so hard). ]
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He turns his look of trepidation towards Jack, watching him sideways, eyes flickering on and off his face. "Uh... thanks. Again. For, uh." There doesn't seem to be a cool way to say 'this absolutely wasn't your problem but you went out of your way to help anyway', so instead he goes with: "Pulling the night shift."
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especially with what he gets up to with the werecougar.As it is, he feels less like a guard and more like a third wheel, leaning awkwardly against the wall opposite the brig door and trying not to look directly at them until he's addressed.
"No problem." he says, glancing Max's way and giving him a nod. "Anything to avoid a repeat of October, honestly."
Jack is, for his part, hoping he won't have to do anything dramatic, that the brig and the improvised ice seal along the door are enough to hold whatever the hell these two transform into.
But just in case, he has his wrench and his guns with him too. By his reasoning, his bullets might not be silver but he can still make them a problem.
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To Max, she asks, "How do you feel?"
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Which was, by the way, a really great thing to wake up to without explanation the first time. It looked like a freaking serial killer's murder shack or something. It would probably turn his stomach, if his stomach weren't already doing queasy little crunches inside his abdomen. Man, he feels-- really bad, all of a sudden, in a way that's extremely familiar. Hot and dazed, as if he's been drinking.
Shit. Here they go. This had all better be enough, because it's too late to make any changes now.
"Like I'm going through menopause." It's a weak joke. And-- actually, he takes his hand back, and with his palms on his cheeks he drifts towards the wall, because touch is a little too much, and his hands and the wall are cool.
Perhaps it's a trick of the brig's harsh light, but his skin looks a little less healthy than it did before, a little more grey, the pores and veins a little more visible.
"Are you-- are you good?"
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He does notice, at least, that Max is looking waxier and Laura seems like she's unwell, and it strikes Jack that maybe if it's some gorey shit he's seen before, maybe it's a matter of personal privacy. God knows Jack would have preferred something like his first splicing to have been done in private.
So Jack points his thumb at the front door of the brig and asks, "... should I give you two a few minutes in private, or...?"
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The light is so, so bright, and she grinds the heels of her palms against her eyes. Like Max, she's starting to look ashen and dark veins stand out beneath her skin.
"Max, I think-" She starts but cuts off abruptly as she starts to double over. Pressure builds in her body and it doesn't hurt, not exactly, but it sure doesn't feel great. She knows what comes next — the guts water balloon.
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He reacts just as poorly as Laura does to Jack's suggestion, though in quite the opposite emotional direction. The panic that he's been pushing down -- at doing this all over again in a new place, at having another cell door closed on him -- comes boiling out all at once.
"Don't leave me in a cage, man." His voice is raw and scared, with that same growling double-tone behind it. He looks up at Jack with glazed eyes and teeth that are already sharklike. "Fuck, don't leave me in a cage."
It's progressed fast. Faster than he's used to: maybe because their last transformation was interrupted, maybe because for them it was only a couple of weeks ago, maybe for no good reason at all. One moment, he's fighting to stay in the room, and then the next he's blinked out.
In almost perfect tandem, there are twin explosions of absolutely comical amounts of gore. And like the Hulk bursting out of Bruce Banner, sending clothing and skin alike flying everywhere, two large snarling creatures burst out of Max and Laura.
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Jack stands there, exactly in the pose he was in, thumb still pointed at the door, mouth unfortunately open.
Ah. That's what they meant.
Jack processes this, and very calmly despite the vicious creatures he's guarding, he turns his head and tries to spit the blood out of his mouth.