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

[teethoftherisk]

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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[businessorlibation]

"I holed myself away in my room for a while, after the first muster drill. Now, I'm comfortable in most of the ship, though there's spaces I avoid on principle. But. Yes, it's certainly been an experience."

Is it strange, to find himself warming to a predator that's admitted to hunting and eating people?

...probably.

"I...experienced a time in my own world when I was pretty much held under siege in my own home. Someone threatened to take everything I'd built, everything I loved, away from me if I didn't give him what he wanted. And I feared if I walked out the door, the building wouldn't be there when I returned."

[teethoftherisk]

"It sounds like your fear was well founded." Siffleur has been lucky enough that there was never a point where he was threatened with losing everything. Temporary territory had been yielded, and he had been threatened now and then by wild things and human things, but he had always been able to slip away because he had nothing he was not able to walk away from. Were he a creature like Johnny, with something to lose, he might have become the same as him. "Were you able to stop them? Or were you brought here first?"

[businessorlibation]

"Someone else stopped him. Someone else realized what was going on and saved me. I've never been able to repay him; he left town for not-entirely-unrelated reasons, and days after his return, two years later, I was brought here."

He'd never really voiced to anyone how unsettled that debt felt. Mimley had given him back his security in his own home. Now...now he'd lost Mimley again.

[teethoftherisk]

How frustrating for Johnny. A home saved, but no ability to thank or repay the one who did it for him. Siffleur nods. "Must be frustrating. A partner once said that in life, others will help you and you will be unable to pay that debt to them, so you owe that debt to others instead. But there is a difference when you could have paid the debt directly, and that choice is taken from you. I hope one day things change and you are able to settle your repayment directly."

A piece of eel rolls by and Siffleur glances at it, letting it roll down to Johnny. "You should try that one. It's very good."

[businessorlibation]

He accepts the eel, tasting it and chewing it over. "I suppose it's a good thing that there's still a version of me in his timeline who can eventually repay it. I know that's not my self, but I do trust that me to handle it."

Hopefully Siffleur's up enough on the contents of the black binder to understand what Johnny means.

[teethoftherisk]

Siffleur is as unaware of the black blinder as he is of the entirety of October's possessions, so he tips his head to the side. "A version of you?"

[businessorlibation]

"Ah. According to Skulduggery, we're not so much removed from our worlds as copied into this world. There's still a Johnny Summer in Gallery in 1918, and in some sense I'm a duplicate of him, but free of whatever fate he's moving forward toward. It's all rather high level, and I'm not sure I completely understand the theories regarding realities, but there you have it."

He watches Siffleur for a reaction. More tossing plates around like the biggest toddler throwing a tantrum?

[teethoftherisk]

Siffleur tips his head to the side but doesn't ask another question. He's thinking now, putting it together in his mind. He was not abducted, but duplicated. There are now two Siffleurs, one here on this ship... and one still on his way to the Yoho, seeking out his mother. The second Siffleur - or perhaps the first, since the one on the ship may be the second - continues unaware, carrying on with his original duties. But now...

But now, his ears shift up with excitement. "Then I am freed of my obligations. Am I to rejoin him some day, or are our paths separate forever?"

[businessorlibation]

"There's a big old theory that reality will collapse if you try to rejoin yourself, and I don't know for a fact whether that's true or not. But it feels like it's worth keeping in mind? For my own part, I've decided to build myself a life here. I'm getting married later this month--you may have already received an invitation."

How strange, he's beginning to catch pieces of the cat's body language. The ears perking, it's not entirely unlike a domestic cat, is it?

(Though he'd never be so bold as to voice that comparison aloud.)

[teethoftherisk]

"I did see the invitation when I visited my room to shower. I was unsure who the people were. Congratulations." No wonder his partners would not welcome Johnny's death. That would make for a very inconvenient marriage. He settles his paws on each other, crossed at the bar. "If there is a version of me continuing to live a life there, then I will let him live it, and I will carry on separate. We do not both need the same life. And I do not think my mother would welcome two of me."

It troubles him slightly that he will not have answer to her fate, but not enough to worry or torment him. Sometimes in life, you do not know the answers, and there are far worse things that that.

"Have there been any marriages before, or is this the first on the ship?"

[businessorlibation]

"As far as I know, this is the first. Certainly the first of this voyage, perhaps the first ever on this ship."

A thought occurs to him. "If you're to follow the dress code, I may not recognize you. Unless you find clothing that fits you in this form, but I doubt you'd find that comfortable."

[teethoftherisk]

Siffleur lets out a soft chuckle at the idea finding a suit to fit this form. "There are some dog coats that might fit, but none that would meet the dress code. Here-"

And Johnny's treated to Siffleur's bone-breaking, skin-tearing transformation as he sheds his cougar form for the human one. He settles into a slightly more comfortable position, one knee up against his chest and his other leg off the stool, foot flat on the ground. Siffleur lets Johnny get a good look at his features. "This is my other face."

[businessorlibation]

Well. That is certainly a sight. Johnny doesn't stare, really. But he does blush as he realizes Siffleur isn't wearing anything.

"I mean, the dress code is, ahm. 'Please wear clothing', so a dog coat could count, perhaps. But thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you again."

[teethoftherisk]

The blush on Johnny's face makes Siffleur smirk and for a moment, he gives the man an inviting look. But only a moment, before he breaks it and focuses on the sushi rolling by, reaching out to take a plate by hand as he helps himself to a tiny perfect octopus. Siffleur enjoys taunting and teasing, but in his heart, he is not really a homewrecker.

"It was good meeting you too, Johnny. I'll come in whatever form finds the most comfortable clothes." He gestures vaguely towards legs, long and wiry and slightly furry. "Many pants become capris on me."

[businessorlibation]

"Well, you could wear a dress instead. Show off those calves intentionally."

Look, he'll tease back. He enjoys a good casual flirtation.

[teethoftherisk]

Siffleur snorts. But then a second later, he genuinely considers it. After a moment, he tips his head to the side, eyebrows ever so slightly up. "I could. Never worn a dress before, but it looks comfortable."

The attitude of the people here seems to be more open as well. He shrugs after a moment. "We'll see. I'll wear whatever looks good."

[businessorlibation]

"They can be comfortable. Lace itches, though, and they don't have pockets most of the time. I haven't worn one since I was sixteen, but if you need help picking one out, Tommy Bahama has a lot of good options."

With everything else they've already shared with one another, this doesn't seem like a huge deal. He's not bracing for scorn with Siffleur anymore at all.

How weird is that?

[teethoftherisk]

Siffleur just nods. The fact of the matter is that Johnny's words are no surprise to him. Siffleur has learned long ago that while smell tells you everything about animals, it tells you very little about humans. You are always better off following their lead - looking at their clothes and haircuts, or the way they speak, the pronouns they use.

"I'll start there. I pass by the women's sections all the times. It's all very floral, not much lace." And he smirks. "Good for camouflage."

And it's quicker to get out of a dress than pants. That'll make hunting easier - and mean he'll have fewer ripped jeans.

"Pockets are useful when I'm living full time as a man... hmm. Maybe I'll look for a bag. They have many kinds there." One of the long body-strap purses might do the trick. He'll have to explore. "I'll have something good in time for the wedding."

[businessorlibation]

"We'll look forward to seeing you there. I'm going to go head out, but it truly has been pleasant to meet you, Siffleur."

...much more than he expected meeting a man-eating werecougar would be.

[teethoftherisk]

"A pleasure to meet you too, Johnny." He gives him a nod and, with a cracking of bone, he changes back to his cougar form and turns his attention back to the conveyer belt.