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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.

((additional rules here))

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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[ ooc: what a fucking lucky roll man. ]

Eddie had entered the Tommy Bahamas with the intention of grabbing more materials to Frankenstein together a new outfit. Since apparently that is all that he's got going on for him at the moment. What? It's something to do to keep his mind off the hellscape that is his jumbled up mess of memories.

The posterboard immediately catches his attention. He'll later claim it was out of boredom, but maybe there's a self destructive part of him that wants to test his own limits as well as the limits of the whole dying thing.

Time to see if his whole running and hiding shtick pays off.

Siffleur has put up the challenge and is currently lounging in one of the many nests of throws he's made. He should be paying full attention but it's warm, and he's warm, and it's been quiet so far, so he's half asleep-

Until his eyes catch a glimpse of movement in the distance. He raises his head to get a better look, and to see if they have an armband on, but they're gone before he can check for the flash of colour. He gets out of the nest and quickly heads down, making his way to the front to check if there's a new name.

And there is - Eddie Munson. He takes a sniff of the paper, getting the scent of male and sweat and other things. Then he heads into the depths of the store to find the boy, and to help himself to a meal. He starts where he caught the flash of motion.

Except, in a turn of rotten luck for Siffleur and wonderful luck for Eddie, Siffleur unknowingly heads for a space that has already been abandoned.

At first, it seems easy. Unlike the hide and seek a child might play, there's no official head start time, so Eddie can't say for sure when he's actually being hunted. And maybe that's part of the thrill.

He does try, though. Because as curious as he is to test this whole immortal technicality thing out, being torn apart (again) and/or eaten doesn't really sound like a great way to go. He might be at a disadvantage due to being new, not knowing the layout of this infinite store, but maybe that's working out in his favor. Not taking any sort of preplanned route might make his movement erratic enough to throw off his scent.

Which gives Eddie the idea to shed a layer of clothing -- a Hawaiian shirt he would swear he was wearing ironically -- and slipping it in to an aisle so that maybe Siffleur will assume he was hiding there. After all, he just has to last an hour, he doesn't actually have to fight this guy. He just has to be smart about this.

There's no motion in the area he arrives in, and when he sniffs the air, he finds a fading scent. He moves quickly and silently, prowling through the area to see if he can find the direction he should be spying in. It's a big store and though up high he can see further, the sightlines break constantly with each new section repeated again and again.

It's as he moves that he catches a whiff of something stronger. Siffleur goes low to the ground, moving quickly but subtly, using the racks to shelter him and hide his motion as he creeps up closer and closer on the scent. He can't see this Eddie yet, but he can smell him, and he comes closer and closer-

But it's wrong. It's sweaty and it's strong but it's not live. It's a discarded scent without any freshness pumping steadily through it. He quickly finds the source: a discarded Hawaiian shirt, well-worn and strongly scented, but abandoned. Siffleur bares his teeth momentarily and then quickly climbs to the high ground.

The shirt can't have been left here for long. He scans for some sign of life - the rustling of clothing as someone moves between racks. There's no wind to carry any scent to him here - and the heavy cologne works against Siffleur from this high. His eyes sweep back and forth, back and forth-

There, some kind of motion in the far distance. He drops to the ground and runs, looking to catch up to where his prey may have gone - and most importantly, looking to flush a skitterish person out from their hiding spot if they've got one.

Eddie doesn't want to celebrate too prematurely. His clever move did buy him some time, but he also has no idea how much time he has left. Can't get too cocky and end up ruining everything at the last second. That would be a very Munson thing to do.

Damn if this whole store isn't way bigger than Eddie initially thought. Which, on the one hand, gives him plenty of hiding places, but also means that he doesn't feel nearly all that secure, like Siffleur could be just far away enough in the distance but close enough that he has Eddie's scent pinned down.

Maybe if he buries himself in a pile of clothing, he'll get mistaken for Bahamanuel? It's worth a shot, but it does also mean trying to keep completely still and risk letting Siffleur come up dangerously close to him. He can only hope that the time runs out before Siffleur does manage to flush him out.

Siffleur comes running through the section, picking up a faint scent trail here and there, but nothing strong and fresh enough to point him in the right direction. His attempt to flush the man out also doesn't work, and there's no sign of movement.

He huffs as he walks, head going side to side as he searches for anything - the glint of an eye hidden in the racks, the smell of fear and sweat, heavy breathing...

And when his eyes come across a pile of clothing, he does gloss over it, his mind dismissing the Bahamanuel automatically. They sometimes come to stops and do not move for long periods. His tail swishes. Perhaps he mistook the Bahamanuel for something else...

Siffleur quickly moves on, climbing back to high ground in a nearby section. He lets out a cougar's scream, a bone-chilling sound that usually makes humans flinch when they hear what sounds like a woman screaming for her life.

He's facing away from the man though, and if there is any flinch, he doesn't see it, his eyes firmly fixed elsewhere.

That scream would have been enough to make almost anyone cringe, but not Eddie. From the music that he listens to, to the numerous horror films he's consumed in his life, even to the one he lived, he find it easy enough to clench his eyes shut and try to keep his breathing even.

He had been skeptical that the supposed challenge was a farce, that he was going to find out that it's nothing more than a prank, but that is enough to convince him that it's oh so very real. Which just makes him feel on edge. It's one thing to come to terms with one's mortality, but to possibly be ripped to shreds?

So yeah, Eddie is maybe regretting his decision right now. But he's not giving up, determined to wait this out. It has to be close to an hour by now, right? Surely he can do this, just stay very still and Siffleur will move on, give him enough time to find another hiding spot, or reveal that his time is up.

No movement anywhere in front of him. He turns and screams again, looking the other way. No movement in that direction either.

Siffleur is deeply irritated with his prey, and with himself. He's been complacent. Most humans leave trails everywhere, barely bothering to disguise themselves. And so he's let himself be lazy, forgotten that humans can remember that they're animals, and that hiding is their best choice.

He circles the store again, but it's fruitless. There's no sign of Eddie anywhere.

And as the hour comes to a close, Siffleur makes his way to the front of the store to wait for the victor to emerge, to meet who it is that bested him so silently and soundly.

It had to be an hour by now, right? Eddie curses himself for not having some kind of timer handy, but it had been a spur of the moment decision. He's always been impulsive like that.

Eventually, when he's determined that Siffleur is definitely nowhere nearby (as far as he can tell, at any rate), he creeps out from his hiding place and practically stalks his way towards the front of the store, until he's able to confirm that yes, an hour has passed, allowing Eddie to finally let out the shaky breath he had been holding inside, fear giving way to relief.

He spots Siffleur by where he had signed up and, with a wild grin, waves his armband in his general direction.

"You know, when the sign said winner gets to pet a cougar, I half-expected that to be a play on words."

He feels somewhat better the moment he lays eyes on the man that's bested him. Siffleur has spent a great deal of his human life among those who do not fit in anywhere else, and he can recognize an outside the moment he sees them. His ego no longer bruised quite so badly, he trots over to meet the man.

"Yes, I had wondered if there would be some confusion. If you insist on the other kind of petting, I could turn back, but I do not have the required curves to be that kind of cougar." He gives Eddie a nod. "You did well. I could not spot you at any moment. Do you have experience being hunted by other things?"

It's true that Eddie has often sat on the outskirts, and has long since learned that often survival required blending in with his surroundings, on not being noticed. Until, of course, he became a senior and decided to take on the role of a pack leader, leading all his little sheep away from the slaughter.

Coupled with his time spent on the run from an angry mob, and he had been the perfect candidate for steering clear from Siffleur.

"Very funny," Eddie remarks with an amused smirk. "Thank you, thank you." His smirk fades a little bit as memories of his short time on the run come to mind. "Some hicks that were convinced I was a vessel for the devil or some bullshit." He hardly counts his brief time in the Upside Down, although the group did try to avoid detection. The Byers kid, on the other hand, had been actively hunted by the Demogorgon for days before he was finally recovered.

"I'm afraid we have that in common then. I have been hunted by many Hicks in my life. None successful, through a few managed to wound me. They are a very irritating and trigger happy sort." Many innocent wildlife was killed, some in Siffleur's place, but mostly simply because they were a convenient target, and that was all the reason most needed.

He comes up beside Eddie and then flops over onto his side. He turns so his belly is straight up in the air. "If you would still like to pet me, the prize is yours. If you would like something else, then you may name it and I will do what I can. But my belly fur is very, very soft."

Eddie frowns at that. It's not exactly a nice thing to have in common, though there's something oddly comforting that he isn't exactly alone. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I almost got caught by a bunch of kids from the basketball team," Eddie recounts. He wasn't exactly wounded, but probably would have been if Henry Creel hadn't chosen that exact moment to psychically attack Patrick.

With a raised eyebrow, Eddie watches as Siffleur flops over. It's tempting, but it feels a little odd to do such a thing after the conversation they had. "Honestly? If there's some way you can get me cigarettes or a drink at one of the bars every once in a while?" After the Halloween party, he's just really wanted a drink and a smoke, but as it turns out fake ID's are useless here. Not that his fake even made it onto this vessel.

"I can easily do that for you. Would you like cigarettes now? If not, I'll wait until I see you when I am in human shape, and I will get you a pack then." An easy offer and one he'll maintain. Through Jack, Siffleur has become aware of the ship's quirks and it's refusal to let anyone deemed underage buy a drink. A stupid policy in his mind, and one he would break simply for free. "I often go drinking a few times a week in the evenings. I would be pleased to buy you a drink during those times, Eddie."

"Oh hell yes, I could go for some cigarettes now," Eddie's eyes light up and, okay yeah, they're not the greatest vice, but he did technically die and he's pretty sure whatever risks of smoking won't affect him here. With how many horrors he's endured since waking up on this ship, he's pretty sure he's earned himself a cigarette or two for his troubles. "And yeah? That'd be great." Might even make this ship a bit more bearable. "Which of the lovely establishments do you usually hit up? Maybe I'll find you there."

"I visit Hurikane and Tauva, and also Fate's Design when I want to smoke and play cards." Siffleur stops speaking as he transforms, unable to string together words while in the middle of this. Eddie is treated to the usual experience of breaking bones and tearing skin as Siffleur's cougar form rips itself apart and he shifts back into his human form.

He's also naked, so he steps back onto the store and grabs a few items from the nearest rack, yanking a sweater over his head that ends around his midriff, and shoving on a pair of shorts made incredibly shorter on his long, long legs. Siffleur pads back out in bare feet and motions for Eddie to walk alongside him, picking up the conversation again. "Text me if you don't see me. I'm rarely busy."

Eddie makes a mental note of all of these places. He's familiar with Tauva by now, but the other two he hasn't really hung around. Before he can reply though, he takes note of the transformation and his eyes widen before he quickly looks away. He hadn't expected the transformation to be so...visceral.

He clears his throat, trying desperately to regain his composure because judging by the bit of heat that he feels at the back of his neck he is almost positive he is blushing in response. "Will do! Will definitely do. And yeah, this place only really keeps you entertained so much, eh?" Clearly if Eddie had been willing to engage in this challenge he had been lacking his own entertainment, after all.

The blush gets a grin from Siffleur and sly eyes. "There's more to do here than in a small town, but even arcades and cards lose their appeal in time. I used to hunt in the world I came from, so I have done my best to recreate some of that here. You should come again sometime, I would like to hunt you again. Or more."

Flirtation said, Siffleur turns to other things. "I need to think of other prizes to offer. So far I have had people request I spare others, but there is a limit to the number of people I am willing to spare, or I will have no prey left. Purchasing cigarettes and alcohol works for you and a few others, but most people can purchase their own. I will have to spend some time thinking of a new twist to put on my challenge. Perhaps people would like to receive scores, so they could measure themselves against others."

Eddie's mouth drops open, and he wonders if he should be pressing his luck. Because he's certain the he just got lucky this time!

Then again, who knows when he's going to need the adrenaline rush. There are only so many ways to get it around here.

"People can't resist a competition," Eddie agrees, thinking of the ways he's had to work that sort of thing into his campaign to ramp up the stakes. "For what it's worth, since death is apparently a thing that happens here. So long as, uh, I'd still be revived, if I'm already dead and you happen to come across my corpse and it's, you know, still edible. Have with it what you will."

Which is probably the weirdest thing he's ever said to anyone, ever.

It might be weird to Eddie, but to Siffleur, it's a generous and thoughtful offer. "Thank you, I'd be glad to devour you under those circumstances. I extend the same offer to you, if you ever want to know what a human or cougar tastes like." He grins. "From experience, the human is better."

Doesn't look like anyone else is currently in the Sundries, which makes this nice and easy just in case someone else things they have a say in what Eddie does in his spare time. Siffleur heads to the counter, easily hopping over it and going to the covered display of cigarettes, lifting up the shutters. "Any brand you prefer?"

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

Tommy Bahamas (d20: 18)

Hell yeah congrats! Let's give Eddie a chance to shine!

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