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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 how ~~bad~~ ~~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]

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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'.

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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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'cause I never knew, i never knew

[ once the very leggy, very toothy gollums split up, one begins her journey on deck one. there’s absolutely no universe in which a person might spot this thing and call it a wolf — it’s hulking and humanoid, and if you’ve met laura and manage to get a very good look at this thing’s face you might… might recognize some similar features.

but that’s a big might.

as unwolfish as the thing looks, though, the behavior is similar enough. she moves curiously through the shops on this deck, snuffling and pawing through the wares of bric a brac and the sundries shop. she might be caught off guard here, if you’re careful. ]

you could hold moonlight in your hands

[ so somehow this gollumish wolfish thing finds herself on an elevator. she doesn’t fully understand what’s happening until the doors slide shut and suddenly all she knows is that she’s confined in a small box and she doesn’t like it.

so she does what any sensible wild animal might do — loses her entire fucking mind over it. anyone close enough might hear a cacophony of banging and growling and shrieking coming from the elevator as she tries to claw her way out. she uses enough force that the elevator jams between decks four and five. anyone nearby may witness the doors struggling to slide open and once they do, they reveal just the top of the elevator cab and a charming, gaping-mawed, yellow-eyed face peeking out. (artist’s rendition)

there is an approximate five second span in which one might start running before that charming face is climbing its way out of the cart and onto deck five to take chase. ]

'til the night i held you

[ you know what else is on deck five? playback!

you know what sensitive-eared little wolfies don’t like? video games!

the pinging and beeping and electronic music of the arcade draws her in… and pisses her off. she starts smashing the hell out of the machines, shoving some over and ripping the paneling off of others. she even puts her hand through the glass of the gun claw machine. good thing she doesn’t know how to work a pistol, huh?

this is another opportunity to catch her off guard — she’s very distracted with destroying everyone’s fun. ]

you are my moonlight

[ E V E N T U A L L Y the smell of living, breathing humans-et-al draws her to deck two. she stalks down the hallway past cabin doors, snorting and sniffing as she goes. occasionally her uncomfortably long tongue lolls out of her mouth. once or twice she may pause to try and open a door or attempt to claw her way into a room. ]

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[ anything else you wanna do? hit me! ]

Edited 2022-12-07 22:20 (UTC)

You might find the horrible monster that is Max:

➼ Sniffing around in Mikabo, tracking dishes as they sail one by one along the belt. The dead meat isn't appetising, but the movement of those little boats sure is holding his interest. Sometimes he kinda darts at one of the dishes and then draws back, like he's not sure whether to attack it or not. What are these things that move and yet are not alive.......

➼ Stalking the absolute maze of smells that is the corridor of Deck 2, like a killer who's not sure which scratch marks to follow. Do you find him there? Or is there a noise in your cabin loud enough to make the decision for him? Best hope that your door is strong, and that he doesn't suddenly figure out how door-handles work.

➼ Venturing inside the Infinite Tommy Bahamas, teeth bared and hackles up, a long low growl in the back of his throat, investigating the scent of another predator.

➼ More or less anywhere else you would like him!

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Laura wonders if it's possible for lycanthropy to get blue-ballsed or something, because she swears it feels worse this time around. Maybe it's just because she's stuck waiting this time. There isn't that singular mission to kill Chris Hackett to distract her so much from the clawing in her mind or the weird pulsing in her veins.

"I know. It's okay, Max," she says softly, reaching out to take his hand. She feels like she's failed them both for not finding a way off this boat by now, even if she understands that it really isn't possible. There isn't changing it, and she can beat herself up about it later when the full moon isn't looming over them.

"We'll be okay," she adds, still quiet but firm. "We're safe in here."

What she means, of course, is everyone else is safe as long as they are in here. Good thing they have a sturdy door and a sturdier guard.

Something, or a few somethings are out where they shouldn't be. Valdis looks up from her book, sets it aside and cautiously moves from the Library and into the main area of the ship, making her way to the promenade, scenting the air as she goes. Siffleur doesn't howl. Ylva can't answer herself. There shouldn't be any animals on board. So there's something else going on.

She flattens herself against the wall as she hears skittering and sniffing around the corner. There are more predators here than she thought.

There was something unsettling about the night, something in the air and Yato wasn't sure what it was exactly. "It's like a storm is brewing." He murmured, leaning over the railing on the deck.

Except he didn't see one, and hadn't seen any signs of any since he'd arrived which was troubling and disturbing all at once. The howl caught him off-guard and he tilted his head.

Dark creatures while not entirely ayakashi would likely be able to find him. He smells very strongly of something sweet. Tasty. Delicious.

He was distracted, trying to get a sense of where it was coming from.

Maybe they already picked up Natsuno's scent, or more accurately, his blood: inhuman and alive. Natsuno can definitely smell them - one is the nervous young man he met a couple of weeks ago, the other is unfamiliar, but the same species.

Max told him he wanted to stay away from people during the full moon. That obviously failed. But before he can decide between running away like a normal person or investigating like a moron, the decision is made for him when the pair appears behind the corner.

He'd never guess these freaky ghouls are werewolves if Max hadn't said so. So much for movies. Natsuno freezes, eyes flashing red instinctively.

Something snuffles in the hall outside cabin 116, scratching and scraping like a massive animal. Dimitri snaps to attention, then looks at Fio and indicates, 'shhh'.

Good thing he got that spear from Sundries. Moving in silence, he retrieves it from the closet, then creeps over to the door and eases it open.

What the FUCK is that.

"Don't come out!" he shouts to Fio -- the thing's already barrelling towards him, there's no more point to silence. "Lock the door! Do not open -- "

The door slams, cutting off a curse.

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2b. laura - ota

2b. ooh, and no-one made me stop [OTA]

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