come_sailaway | I come from downtown, born ready for you (Open)

WHO: Siffleur and you
WHAT: The return of Spirit Halloween
WHERE: Spirit Halloween, various
WHEN: all October
WARNINGS: probably cannibalism, body horror

Waking to skeletons and Halloween costumes where there were swimsuits and towels only hours ago has left Siffleur feeling odd to truly realize that a year has passed since he arrived. This isn't the first place he's lived for a year, but he so very rarely makes it to this point feeling so comfortable in his own skin.

The only downside to the change - besides his lairs rearranging and needing to find where a few of his gifts ended up - is that his usual method of getting dressed was just grabbing items off the racks and tossing them away at the end of the day. So for all of October, Siffleur can be found wearing various costume pieces.

Today, he's lounging in a pile of black robes in his cougar shape, a giant pumpkin-headed man looming over him as it keeps watch. Anytime someone gets too close, it loudly announces that its name is Lewis.

Siffleur can also occasionally be found around the ship - eating at the buffet in a stained and bloody Michael Myers jumpsuit, smoking in Ghostface robes at Bobby B's, and just staring out at the ocean in a slutty nurse outfit that really accentuats his total lack of curves.

Those who know him well will notice a slight change - his fur-like hair has become human hair, and he's clearly still getting used to it because he keep reaching up to touch it and occasionally making a face.

(Open to call - find Siffleur anywhere you'd like around the ship)

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Grace flits through the altered store, searching. Her 'voice' calls out as far as she can throw it. ~Mighty one! We must speak. I require the truth of things in the name of my imperious roommate, and you are alone among the men she named who is not besotted with her. Mighty one!~

Siffleur looks up from where he's curled and slowly gets up, stretching himself out. "Over here, Grace." He calls out to her.

The cougar drops down and trots in the direction the lake-smell is coming from. "Did Tiamat bother you much?"

Grace follows Siffleur's voice and pulls up short. She's clearly upset, for all that her dead body cannot cry. ~...Tiamat. You confirm, then, that her body was not her own, that the horrors perpetrated were not under the control of the imperious one?~

Grace's distress is clear even to him, and he pads close to her - close enough to pet, if she wishes to grasp her fur with her free hand. "Yes. Valdis shares her body with another being - the Tiamat that you met. She is unpleasant and enjoys hurting others. Anything done in the last few days was done by Tiamat, not Valdis."

She hesitates, and then...

A cold hand, on Siffleur's head. Cautious, like she's expecting to be yelled at.

~For how long precisely? Was she herself during the floral menace?~

He purrs loud and clear - and with her hand on his head, he pushes up some to rub against her palm, clear permission for her to continue.

"She was herself during the flowers. Valdis was herself until she was killed, and she was Tiamat when she returned from the dead, and for a few days afterwards. Now she is herself again." He nuzzles her hand, and then carefully adds- "While she might have been under the effect of flowers, anything said or done then was said and done by her."

That answer gets a mute snarl, which petting Siffleur eventually turns into a more calm expression. Grace isn't sure what to say to that. She hadn't expected such an easy resolution to her question and now all this energy, all these emotions, have nowhere to go.

Damn it all to the Depths.

It seems that wasn't the answer Grace was looking for. Siffleur just lets her pet him instead, purring steadily as Grace slowly settles with her feelings.

"Do you wish to speak about your feelings, or would you rather have a distraction?" He wouldn't usually prompt a choice, but Grace is young and it is clear that whoever raised her had neglected to help her learn to navigate the complications of being an adult. So for her, he'll make the offer.

~The answers I seek are not yours to give. I am...dissatisfied, but it does seem the imperious one was telling the truth. A difficult conversation lay ahead of me.~

Grace slumps to the floor, 'landing' a few inches above it, and hugs Siffleur around the neck.

"I see. I wish you luck in your conversation. And I recommend you not delay it." He rests his head against her, content to be held. "Jack often delays his own difficult conversations, and it backfires on him."

~I will heed this counsel, mighty one, but...the creature harmed you. Are you well? Is there anything I might do to help?~

"I am fine. I did not give her any satisfaction. She wanted for me to be afraid of her, and I was not, or for me to fight her, and I did not." He does grumble very softly. "Though I am unhappy with this death penalty. I must remind myself the cost could be much higher, but I am quickly running out of fur on my human form."

~Yes...that does seem difficult to acquire. If only people could trade fur...~ Grace squeezes softly. ~...I do fear her, mighty one. Not as much as I hate her, but I do fear.~

"You're more sensible than me, Grace. She's a thing worth fearing. But she is also greedy and short-sighted, more focused on causing suffering now, not willing to lay low or make allies. That is good for us." He gives her a soft nudge. "If you ever need to, you are welcome to stay here until you feel ready to return to your room. It is a big store, and those of us who live here make room for one another."

~I couldn't possibly intrude. And...to be honest, I fear the beast of the store as well.~ Grace pulls back, and tries a smile.

Tries.

~You are a wise friend, mighty one. I have been learning to make seafood - do you enjoy freshwater fish? I could bring you some, when I am...more focused.~

"I understand. But do not fear it for much longer." Siffleur gives her a smile in return, his tongue lolling out some with pleasure. "For I am now able to kill and eat its young. Perhaps one day, I will hunt it down too."

The promise of fresh fish delights Siffleur. "Yes, I love fish. I often miss when the sushi restaurant made meals for me, and I would love to taste raw fish again. You are always welcome here, and I will always welcome a meal."

I come from downtown, born ready for you (Open)

Spirit Halloween, Shortly After Valdis's Return

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