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mood in my tomb red moon heavy [OPEN & CLOSED]

Who: Siffleur, Daisy, Jack Bioshock and you
What: Catch-all
Where: Quarters, Tommy Bahamas and Mikabo sushi bar
When: Early November
Warnings: Violence, gore, cannibalism, suicidal ideation, aggressive flirtations & sex

1. Home Sweet Home (cabin - closed to Daisy)

Siffleur goes back to the cabin maybe twice a week at most. It’s where the shower is, which is something he has gotten used to and enjoys. He can keep himself clean, but hot water works out the knots nicely.

Someone else moved in last week. Their scent is less than human, heavy and musky, and it’s taken a great deal of restraint from him not to ruin their things. But this isn’t his place - his place is in the Tommy Bahamas and he’s content to stay there most of the time. So far, he’s been lucky enough to enter the room when the other person isn’t in.

Today, he’s not so lucky, and as he opens the door, he’s hit with an even stronger version of her smell. He grunts to himself and steps inside, closing the door behind him as he finally gets a look at his roommate.

Siffleur pauses and tips his head to the side as he gets a good look at her human shaped form. “Hmm. Shapechanger, werewolf, something else?”

2. Life Is One Long Weekend! (Tommy Bahamas - open)

Outside the Tommy Bahamas is a large posterboard and a sign-up sheet with a pen on a string, and a selection of brightly coloured armbands made from various items within the Tommy Bahamas. Block letters in thick sharpie offer an explanation:

TIKTOK CHALLENGE: SURVIVE 1 HOUR IN TOMMY BAHAMAS
MUST WRITE DOWN NAME AND TIME STARTED AND WEAR ARMBAND TO PARTICIPATE
WINNER GETS TO PET A COUGAR
LOSERS AGREE TO BE EATEN

There’s no sign of Siffleur. He’s somewhere inside, waiting.

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3. Tommy Bahamas Is for Lovers (Tommy Bahamas - closed to Jack)

Somewhere, over one of the various repeating men’s sections, Siffleur is bedded down in a selection of various throws. It’s comfortable and enclosed up at the top of the shelves, and he’s about to settle into a lull when a somewhat familiar scent comes to him.

It’s the man from the aftermath of the Halloween party. He raises his head, feeling a thrum of excitement. Siffleur slinks out of his hiding spot and makes his way along the tops of the shelves and racks, until he comes across the man.

Siffleur sits and waits, watching him and deciding his best point of attack.

4. greedy little kitty (Mikabo sushi bar - Open)

A regular at the sushi restaurant, Siffleur can be found sitting on a stool at the counter with a scattering of plates in front of him and around him on the floor. As always, he sits in his cougar form, content to paw selections off the belt and lap them up before discarding the plate.

Other entering passengers may get looked at, but not for long. After all, there’s always more sushi to eat. And perhaps most infuriatingly, he’s set up at the first position, so he always gets his first pick of the best sushi. If there’s a piece you want, you might have to speak up first.

5. Wildcard

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"Hmm shame, but understandable. A partner's wants are not easily disregarded. Though I remain confused by everyone's shyness. Death is meaningless here. I spent so much of my life fearing the end. Now it's little more than an inconvenience." He shrugs - humans will be humans, no matter what. And though he's expressed his confusion, he isn't trying to change Erin's mind. She has her reasons for what she does, just as he does.

And her quest to spare her roommate makes a great deal of sense. Siffleur chuckles and nods. "I see. A wise choice then, for I would have hunted her the moment I knew she was blind. I offer the game as an alternative to satisfy my desires, but I am still a cougar, and I will always feel the need to stalk prey. Your loved ones should be proud of your ingenuity."

Siffleur nods to her blindfold - and to the little gunpower shapes around her face. "You see quite clearly despite the cloth on your face. Is your sight magical? Or are your other senses heightened?"

Erin beams at the praise. Some part of her wonders if that's odd but after that rather intense discussion with Johnny it's nice to hear her skills validated.

She touches the blindfold. "This replaces some of my vision. Only some; most objects are like watercolor, blurry and indistinct, lacking in detail. A lot of my tactics yesterday were an attempt to bring you down to my level. Setting up the racks so I could baffle your sense of direction, killing my scent, dressing in clothes from the store. When you didn't take the bait it really hit me that I wasn't dealing solely with an animal. Hence the lights, so I could get the initiative back. You're hellishly fast though, and I'm used to hunting in a team where I can pose as bait."

Interesting - her vision is limited, but he would have hardly known. She's adapted wonderfully. "You were doing very well. I didn't get a look at the trap you were making, but I was pleased to see you using the environment. Many hunters make the mistake of thinking that they can bring all their tools with them, and that a chemical scent will be enough to disguise them."

As Erin has learned, Siffleur is not purely a cougar anymore than he's purely a man. He's glad to have this acknowledged and he nods towards her in quiet delight. "There are few who have seen me in my inbetween shape and lived. As demonstrated, it has many advantages. But it's too painful to maintain, even after all this time... My mother could hold it for over two hours, while I struggle to hold it for longer than half an hour."

A question comes to mind. "Is Helena not able to gain a blindfold like yours? Or does she prefer not to see?"

That gets a (socially) pained hrmmm noise. "The magic I deal in isn't...by blood, but it's..."

A great deal of incorrect words come to mind. Erin props her cheek against her fist for a good think.

"My people aren't the only things with access to it. Animals changed by it can learn it and speak in the tongues of men." And are very annoying. "Goblins and their ilk can use it, the gods of nightmare are so bound to it that they can barely be on Earth. It shies away from others. Even if I had the materials and skills to make another, which I'm not sure that I do on either count, it would take a price from her for just being human. Her hearing maybe, her sense of taste, bad dreams. It's hard to predict, and with the other obstacles I haven't offered. I don't even rightly know why she's blind. I had my eyes removed but for all I know Helena may have been born blind."

Edited 2022-11-10 09:27 (UTC)

The very moment she mentions there's a cost (material and otherwise), Siffleur nods. "No point in giving up one sense for half of another, not unless you have no other choice. Better to keep what you have. And this place seems as safe as anywhere to be blind."

Yes, he's seen the destruction, the senseless mass murders and attacks at the Halloween party, but this place is also always the same shape, same number of people as a small town, and no true threat of death. It is safer than anything else he's ever known. And judging from Erin's own combat abilities, and all the weapons she wears on her now, she must know that as well as Siffleur.

"I would not say I am happy to be here, but I am not unhappy either. I miss the forest, but I do not miss my fear of death." And he tips his head in her direction, a clear 'and you?' if there ever was one.

Erin makes a little noise low in her throat. There's a note of frustration amidst the thoughtfulness.

"...I do wish it was...different. Better able to accommodate hobbies, art...I'd honestly cut an ear off for like, a steady supply of wood to whittle at this point. But I think. I'm okay with it? It's not like there was nothing I wouldn't change on Earth if I woke up empress of that shithole, and I love Earth just fine. This has been a fresh start, a chance to really work on myself. Terms and conditions apply but when don't they?"

Siffleur sighs and nods. He's never known any part of life to come without some expectation or consequence. "I do not miss working. It was the worst part of my time as a human. But everything cost money, and I had to provide for my offspring, and theft is difficult to maintain for long. I like that I can take what I want here and do as I please. Shame about the wood though, nothing whittles like it."

Which brings to mind a question he's idly had for a while since chatting with Johnny. And since Erin seems to know more about this place, he asks her point-blank- "Has anyone gotten pregnant while on board? I know there's a child on this ship, but I assume she was brought here like us."

After a very long moment Erin remembers the obstacle to the facial expression she's trying to make; no eyes to stare at him with in blank surprise. "Siffleur, buddy, my dude, why would I know? Even if I did you're asking the wrong person entirely. Fairies don't generally conceive children, we're pretty goddamn famous for it. My people are more human than fae but even then, put a gun to my head and I'd say maybe one in a million of us is fertile. That's somethin' to ask like, the doctors, or a wizard, or maybe Ms. Friday."

"I asked because you seem knowledgeable about this place and you have been here longer than I." He tips his head to the side, confused by what her own fertility has to do with it. Did she think he was asking if she personally had a child? Maybe. He clarifies. "I assume if someone had conceived, it would be well-known gossip here. This place feels like a small town does, where everyone knows everyone else's business. My apologies if this question was offensive."

"Ah. No, I'm flattered but no. I've only been here since September, and that question...scratches some complicated feelings I'm very happy to just repress forever since there's nothing to be done about them."

Erin tilts her head back, 'looking' up at the ceiling. "Your game here's very commendable. I always appreciate it when folks with more difficult desires find a way to fulfill them harmoniously. I'm curious, though; say we manage to get this community off the ship, or turn it into a real world or something. Do you just head back into the wild and return to preying on the unwary?"

"Hmm, understandable." Siffleur does not press further. It's easy to guess why the feelings are complicated considering that she felt the need to warn Siffleur to not make their game sexual. He also decides to not make any advances towards Erin, even if she is a magnificent hunter. Flirting with women is always... complicated.

Easier to answer her question. He reaches for another piece of sushi, taking the time to enjoy it while he turns over his own answers. "Yes, mostly. If we return to the world as I knew it, then I will return to what I knew best. But if we do not, and there are new rules and conditions, then I will adapt to them. But I will always be a wild thing. I have tried to live as a human. I can make it... a year at most. It doesn't last. Can't last. So I do what I must to keep myself alive, and to find joy and pleasure in that space."

"I might gently suggest that the choices you're faced with aren't that binary. This community has many non-human people. Mechanical life forms, a wolf, hell we've got at least one whole-ass ghost. If we ever step off this ship it might be a service to yourself to think about what you want that relationship to look like. You're clearly not ignorant of society, this whole game is honestly brilliant. I know cougars aren't the cuddliest creatures to ever stalk the world but you're not just a cougar, are ya?"

Siffleur raises an eyebrow. "I am not just a cougar, and I am not just a man. I am both. I am always both. And so I am always at war with myself and my wants. Where the two align, I am able to move forward. And where they conflict..."

He shifts, shrugs, and gestures vaguely around him - to the home he has made in a clothing store where he chooses to sleep rather than in the bed the ship has provided. "When I'm alone too long, I begin to crave humanity - conversation, intimacy, comfort. I seek it out to sate my longings. Then I begin to crave solitude, and the silence of the forest. Touch burns, conversation prickles, comfort stings. I make my way to the forest, to the quiet of trees, and I am content... until the silence turns sours, and loneliness covers me like a shroud. All my life, I have repeated this in different places, with different people, trying to find somewhere I could satisfy both sides of my nature."

"There is no satisfaction of both, because what feeds one starves the other." Siffleur shrugs. It's simply as it is. He does not begrudge Erin for attempting to help, but she does not understand. It isn't the world that has forced Siffleur to live the way he does, even though the world he comes from is one of limited choices. There is a middle path - he could live in a cabin in the woods, hunt as a cougar, go to town as a person. He even tried that for a while, found a partner who had an inkling of what he was... and still, it was too much and too little all at once. "I am not inflexible - as you see, I am willing to adapt, to improvise. But I am as I was made: two minds, one body."

"Mmm. I can relate, if not precisely understand. I don't have the luxury of being just one thing myself, but..." Erin scoops her hand through the sparks of her Mantle. "It's definitely a bit different. Still, I hope you can find a harmonious relationship with this community. If we're all going to be stuck here we should do our best to lift each other up, y'know?"

"It would help if I had other prey to hunt." He turns to glance off into the distance, somewhere in the direction of the cloth monster that roams this place with him. "But the only other thing here is not flesh and blood, and though I have attacked it now and then, I find no satisfaction in tearing at a pile of discarded sentient shirts. So I must find other solutions for now, until we are given something better, or until our time here ends in one way or another."

"Yeah, I feel you." Erin tosses a nickel into the depths of the store. "We woulda killed for a training ground like this back at home. Relatively safe, but with a lot of useful attributes. Move the racks and you can make an obstacle course, or simulate a maze, even build an artificial forest of sorts. To have somewhere safe where our recruits could practice stealth, patience, hunting...be a godsend."

A beat.

"...You know, if you're looking for challenges...you could create some."

Siffleur chuckles a little and gestures to Erin. "I did. You responded. But I see what you mean. I could add other kinds of challenges here. Less lethal ones, for those who aren't willing to risk their lives. Training courses."

He thinks for a moment. "... where I come from, escape rooms are very popular. You lock people in a room, give them puzzles to solve. It isn't my kind of challenge, but it might appeal to others."

"Oh that sounds AMAZING," Erin says with enthusiasm, sitting up straight, bright with interest. "Obviously you'd have to like lay out the terms and definitely make sure people know you'll let them out - an assistant they can trust...Ylva maybe, or someone like Dimitri with a sterling reputation, but that'd be super cool!"

He can't help but laugh at the idea of Ylva helping him, giddy little he-he-he's that go up and down and then end in a sigh. But he smiles anyway and nods. "I would need someone to make puzzles. But I can talk about the ones I have heard of, and I can help build it... and I can make people leave if they fail to solve it in time." Or punish them, if that's what they end up doing.

Siffleur glances around. "Things do not seem to be changed often in here. It would be easy to build it, and it probably would not be touched or changed in the night. Except by the clothing monsters."

Erin nods thoughtfully. "You might also ask Ms. Friday where you could find supplies or even if some could be provided. Guest services are her job and uh...seemingly her passion. Worst she can tell you is no, yeah?"

"Yes, I will ask her. I enjoy speaking with Gal Friday. She's wonderful." He smiles at Erin. "I need to find a Go-Pro so I can wear it next time we leave the ship, so I can film it for her. She said she likes to see photos of it that other people bring her."

Erin taps her chin. Some manner of Intense Calculation is going on behind that expression, but at least it's probably not bad? She's smiling a bit, turning the idea over in her head, checking it for flaws before she opens her mouth.

She decides it's a good one.

"If a Go-Pro doesn't show up or can't be made, try approaching SecUnit. It's easy to spot; all those flying drones aboard are actually part of it. It might be willing to help. Its drones are no Go-Pro but they're its eyes and ears and it stores memories digitally. Worst it can do is tell you no, right?"

"Right." There truly is no real downside. At worst, a request or action of Siffleur's might make someone angry enough to cause them to seek him out and kill him repeatedly, but that would be a very extreme reaction for a request for assistance in making Gal Friday happy. As Erin said, it's far more likely that someone will simply say no. "I will keep an eye out for the drones. Does SecUnit look like a human, or does it look like a machine?"

"Usually it's in clothing that conceals its machine parts; its face is human, somewhat male in appearance, with dark hair. It prefers not to be looked at directly, which is why I brought up the drones. Approaching one to talk to it is a small but meaningful courtesy that will bring my friend comfort being approached by a stranger."

Siffleur nods. That will make it easy to narrow down. He also finds it interesting that SecUnit doesn't like direct eye contact. He wonders if it sees it the way that Siffleur does when coming from other animals: an aggressive challenge, the precursor to a fight. Thought if it is both machine and human, that may be part of it's human nature.

"Thank you Erin. I will keep an eye out for the drones, and approach those first. And I will send a text to Helena to arrange a meeting. And then... I will talk to Gal Friday about other challenges." It might be worth it making non-lethal options. Those might be enough to lure in more people willing to try his challenge, to be prey once they stop fearing temporary death.

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