Alice "Daisy" Tonner (
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Who, who are you really? [OPEN]
Who: Daisy Tonner & you!
What: Wolf time amongst other things
When: January
Where: Many places on the ship
Warnings: Possible references to police brutality, possible poor attitude towards other non-humans/left-of-human types, others noted in subject lines.
Notes: Hunt Sense Permissions, what does your character smell like? Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style. Also Daisy has her own wardrobe now which means she's in a lot of daisies/florals, light colours, generally practical but pretty clothes.
1. I have nothing left to prove [calgona gym]
Working out has become a more regular part of her routine now she has actual suitable workout clothes again, which means Daisy can be found in Calgona on a fairly routine basis, either using other equipment or tearing up the punching bags with her claws again (and occasionally actually punching them, like, you know, you're supposed to).
Besides the unconventional approach to the bags, though, her workout routine is very much normal seeming on the surface. She does her stretches, she spends time running on the treadmills, she does weight lifting... if you don't look too closely, there's nothing remarkable about it at all. If you do, though, you'll notice that her endurance goes well beyond even the fittest normal human being, and that she's lifting bars weighted far heavier than someone who honestly looks a little bit starved. And she's doing it without a spotter.
Still, the vast majority of the time she's having no issue at all. Except for the fleeting moments where it seems like her strength suddenly threatens to fail her and she barely gets the weight back on the rack in time.
But she's fine, really.
2. 'Cause I got nothing left to lose [memorial]
Only weeks ago, Daisy was stood at the memorial shamelessly deriding it, finding it pointless and hollow because she did, and still does, struggle to believe that anyone on this ship cares a bit about anyone from prior excursions, no matter if they've listed their names or not.
Yet now, she finds herself drifting towards it. Mostly she hovers nearby, watching people come and go, seeing who adds names or offerings or lingers for a while. Eyes burning holes in the backs of people's heads, body language strangely tense and guarded.
But there are a few times, when she thinks no one is around, that she approaches it herself. Checking out the names of people she knew, though rarely ever liked. Even adding a couple of names with some choice epitaphs (MARA - at least someone else had sense, SOUTH DAKOTA - THE hottest mess) before, finally...
BASIRA HUSSAIN
I'm sorry
At the same time, she places down her old Warrant Card, found buried within the pocket of her old choice of plainclothes in her recently returned wardrobe from home—the closest thing she has to anything that ties her and Basira together. If you catch her blinking back tears, beware, she might just bite.
3. See me bare my teeth for you [cabins, decks, around]
The wolf figurine in the sundries box felt like just another nonsense gift, when she got it. It wouldn't have been her first useless package, there was a wide variety of random tat that got handed out during the last voyage, so she just tossed the thing in a drawer and ignored it. That, of course, proves to be an error in judgement. She's not actually entirely sure what triggers it, the first time, but she wakes up from a scant couples hours of sleep in her cabin only to realise something is very, very off when the first thing she sees is paws.
What follows is a panicked assault on the furnishings of the room, that thankfully Siffleur doesn't really use and will repair itself when she leaves anyway, as she processes the fact she's suddenly a goddamn wolf. Growls and snarls and other sounds of distress interspersed with human cursing ("What the FUCK?!"). Honestly, from outside, without seeing her, it'd be hard to tell her form has changed at all given how much she growls on the regular.
Eventually she figures out how to change back (it is, apparently, simply a matter of choice, and that this is entirely under her control is at least better than the alternative) but it's only after a few more days to let this new reality settle in somewhat that she becomes a wolf again on purpose. More to figure this new bullshit out, than out of real desire, but...
Once she does, on a few scattered days throughout the month there's another wolf on board. Prowling the decks getting used to this four legs business. Tearing up random bits of furniture, or punching bags in the gym. Seeing how fast she can actually go. 'Stealing' food from one of the restaurants or buffet and hiding away with it. Napping, once or twice.
She has... mixed feelings, about this, but admitting the extent of them is an entirely different problem.
4. Who, who are you? [wildcard]
Find me at
bluecitrine or at artisticblueteam#5757/in the discord.
What: Wolf time amongst other things
When: January
Where: Many places on the ship
Warnings: Possible references to police brutality, possible poor attitude towards other non-humans/left-of-human types, others noted in subject lines.
Notes: Hunt Sense Permissions, what does your character smell like? Feel free to flip me to brackets I am comfortable with either style. Also Daisy has her own wardrobe now which means she's in a lot of daisies/florals, light colours, generally practical but pretty clothes.
1. I have nothing left to prove [calgona gym]
Working out has become a more regular part of her routine now she has actual suitable workout clothes again, which means Daisy can be found in Calgona on a fairly routine basis, either using other equipment or tearing up the punching bags with her claws again (and occasionally actually punching them, like, you know, you're supposed to).
Besides the unconventional approach to the bags, though, her workout routine is very much normal seeming on the surface. She does her stretches, she spends time running on the treadmills, she does weight lifting... if you don't look too closely, there's nothing remarkable about it at all. If you do, though, you'll notice that her endurance goes well beyond even the fittest normal human being, and that she's lifting bars weighted far heavier than someone who honestly looks a little bit starved. And she's doing it without a spotter.
Still, the vast majority of the time she's having no issue at all. Except for the fleeting moments where it seems like her strength suddenly threatens to fail her and she barely gets the weight back on the rack in time.
But she's fine, really.
2. 'Cause I got nothing left to lose [memorial]
Only weeks ago, Daisy was stood at the memorial shamelessly deriding it, finding it pointless and hollow because she did, and still does, struggle to believe that anyone on this ship cares a bit about anyone from prior excursions, no matter if they've listed their names or not.
Yet now, she finds herself drifting towards it. Mostly she hovers nearby, watching people come and go, seeing who adds names or offerings or lingers for a while. Eyes burning holes in the backs of people's heads, body language strangely tense and guarded.
But there are a few times, when she thinks no one is around, that she approaches it herself. Checking out the names of people she knew, though rarely ever liked. Even adding a couple of names with some choice epitaphs (MARA - at least someone else had sense, SOUTH DAKOTA - THE hottest mess) before, finally...
BASIRA HUSSAIN
I'm sorry
At the same time, she places down her old Warrant Card, found buried within the pocket of her old choice of plainclothes in her recently returned wardrobe from home—the closest thing she has to anything that ties her and Basira together. If you catch her blinking back tears, beware, she might just bite.
3. See me bare my teeth for you [cabins, decks, around]
The wolf figurine in the sundries box felt like just another nonsense gift, when she got it. It wouldn't have been her first useless package, there was a wide variety of random tat that got handed out during the last voyage, so she just tossed the thing in a drawer and ignored it. That, of course, proves to be an error in judgement. She's not actually entirely sure what triggers it, the first time, but she wakes up from a scant couples hours of sleep in her cabin only to realise something is very, very off when the first thing she sees is paws.
What follows is a panicked assault on the furnishings of the room, that thankfully Siffleur doesn't really use and will repair itself when she leaves anyway, as she processes the fact she's suddenly a goddamn wolf. Growls and snarls and other sounds of distress interspersed with human cursing ("What the FUCK?!"). Honestly, from outside, without seeing her, it'd be hard to tell her form has changed at all given how much she growls on the regular.
Eventually she figures out how to change back (it is, apparently, simply a matter of choice, and that this is entirely under her control is at least better than the alternative) but it's only after a few more days to let this new reality settle in somewhat that she becomes a wolf again on purpose. More to figure this new bullshit out, than out of real desire, but...
Once she does, on a few scattered days throughout the month there's another wolf on board. Prowling the decks getting used to this four legs business. Tearing up random bits of furniture, or punching bags in the gym. Seeing how fast she can actually go. 'Stealing' food from one of the restaurants or buffet and hiding away with it. Napping, once or twice.
She has... mixed feelings, about this, but admitting the extent of them is an entirely different problem.
4. Who, who are you? [wildcard]
Find me at
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...what the fuck.
Daisy's first instinct, in her state of simultaneously immediately alert and very much caught up in that post-nap haze, is to raise her head and look around for where the hell Erin's actually gotten to after assumedly dropping off some random sundries gift next to her. When she neither sees nor hears her, she just...
Bats a little at the plush with a paw.
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And its tail is wagging.
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And now the paranoid wolf woman is instantly on all four paws and backing away from the plush because what the actual fuck. (Perhaps an unwarranted reaction from the woman from a cruise that saw at least two cartoons pass through the halls, seriously there's been weirder on the boat, but.)
"What the fuck?!"
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Says the person who's choosing to reveal her own shit like this.
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"Erin?! You're— you— what the fuck?! Since when could you be— that?"
Her body language only relaxes half-way, enough that she's clearly not about to bolt or smack Erin's plushiefied form for startling her but not so much that she's actually at ease. Because what the fuck, Erin.
"—you didn't even know this was me and you still—? What?"
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No it's not.
"But thiiiiis is new! I can turn into stuff now."
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"I can see that. What a way to show someone, christ..."
She huffs, finally dropping back down into almost the position she was when napping, head on her paws, eyeing Erin. It's never been clearer how wolf-like her eyes are normally, because they're the only part of her that doesn't look any different except for size.
"...this is new too."
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Little hop closer. In a playful whisper: "I wish to boop your nose."
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She bristles, a little, but not at the whisper. It happens before Erin even hops any closer. 'Neat'. 'Fierce and wild and regal'. She's not sure quite what to make of that, not when she still doesn't know how she feels about this in the first place.
But she doesn't say that. She just huffs again. "...once."
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Boop! The little plush nose touches Daisy's wolf one, and Erin giggles in delight.
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Daisy rolls her eyes, as if you needed any reminder that this is her. "This is ridiculous. Just in case you didn't know that."
Not annoyed, just in her usual tone. She huffs air out her nose.
"Never got anything like this from sundries the last time. Bit weird."
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Also..."Daisy, before I started wagging my tail were you gonna play with me?"
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Hm, yeah that's fucking weird. That's possibly worse than this just on pure weird factor alone. "Others might've got stuff, I guess, but never me. Don't really know what to make of it. And— no, I wasn't. I was just... confused. By the sudden plush toy. That wasn't there when I went to sleep."
Why yes she is weirdly defensive about the implication. Grr grr tough woman, and all that.
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Another huff of air out her nose. "Erin I'm a grown woman and basically an ex-serial killer! What part of that says 'plays with stuffed animals'? I'm not even an actual wolf!"
She says from a wolf mouth.
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"Maybe I am!" As if she doesn't spend half her downtime listening to old Archers episodes; British countryside drama is totally badass approved, right?
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As soon as plushie!Erin goes stiff, Daisy finds herself feeling bad about it. Immediately after that, she feels weird about feeling bad about it. Ugh. Emotions.
"We're stuck on the cruise ship from hell. There is literally nowhere to go."
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Yeah she's just gonna slip that in at the end there.
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"...has anyone ever told you how insane your sense of timing is."
Really, just going to drop that in there just like that when she is still a plushie.
Still, reacting to that gives her a momentary out on the rest.
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She comes dangerously close to arguing 'who said I'm not happy?' but even she knows that won't fly, after everything. Too many people have noticed her 'giving up' to bullshit that blatantly.
"I'm not going to just suddenly. Be some— acceptable vision of 'happy', you know."
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It's said gently, but there's no hiding the sorrow. The journey has been so long already, and there's so much further to go.
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Damn OCs and their one liners
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By tradition I declare: damn OCs and their one-liners
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