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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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"Yes, there are a few of us on the ship. There is Ylva who is a shewolf, and there is Giles who is sometimes a panther. I do not know the one who is a reptile. So there are at least four of us who change shape." It's strange knowing so many others who spend their time outside of human forms, but none of the others seem to be quite like him.

"I am Siffleur, and I am new. I arrived a month ago, just before the ship stopped working, and everyone was destroying things and killing each other." It's been weird seeing everyone and the ship change over the last week or so. Apparently he didn't arrive to normal conditions, and he's still confused by it all. At least the sushi bar is working again, which is what he enjoyed most before things stopped working. "I have spent most of my time in the Tommy Bahamas, or the Spirit Halloween, so if you do not enter that store, you would not have had an opportunity to encounter me."

“Shewolf.” Maeve smiles. “That does make more sense.” She’s not sure she can explain why. She’s also not sure she knows the other person either. “Ylva also is the reptilian creature. She says it is a dinosaur. We don’t have those in Westworld, so I don’t know very much about them.” She pauses briefly.

“A pleasure to meet you.” As for the other stuff. “Mmm. Most of us were possessed. I remember dying around October the ninth. There’s nothing after that, which…is new. Well, not that new, I guess. Westworld used to make us forget things, too, but I eventually remembered everything again.”

She makes a note about the Tommy Bahama. “I haven’t really left my room since everything. But I go there occasionally. Just not recently. Only I don’t remember if I did last month or not.”

Ylva can be both a wolf and a dinosaur? Hmm. Another bit of information to try understand why she is the way she is. "Dinosaurs are very old creatures where I come from, dead so long that even their bones have turned to stone."

Possessed... Pratt mentioned that. Seems very odd and unsettling. He's glad he knew nothing of that as it happened. It was easier to simply remain within his makeshift domain and shut out the world. "I see. It's frightening to not remember what your body did while your mind was gone. I hope you are eventually able to remember for peace of mind, if such a thing is possible under possession."

He paws a plate off the belt and though he can't offer much, he does at least offer her this one thing, "I do not recall seeing you in the Tommy Bahamas, or smelling you. But your scent is not especially strong, so I may have missed it."

“Ah. It seems quite a curious thing. Our creators did not give us memories of so many things.”

She nods at the words. “It is not strictly new, but…I am not a fan of memory loss all the same. I’ve seen pictures of things I did, but none of them are things I’m strictly pleased with.” That’s the understatement of the century. She’s upset about it. Even more so the knowledge of what happened with Ruby.

At the comment about her scent, she smiles a little. “Well, I am not human, so that could be it.” She shrugs. “I look quite believable, though. I am…” She pauses. “We’re called Hosts. I can’t speak to why, but I’m artificial intelligence. A robot, but no one actually likes that term.” She shrugs. “I’m not particularly bothered by it, but it’s best to be aware because they can get upset.”

His ears perk up with interest as he realizes why she has such a lack of scent - and that what he smells beneath her perfume must be machinery of some kind. "I see. Like Bastion then, but your shape is more conventionally human. In my time, we have many movies and TV shows about people like you. Sometimes, they also use words like android, or cyborg. There is a great deal of debate if artificial people are the same as humans, which is a very human question to worry about."

Siffleur swishes his tail slowly, quite fascinated by the woman. "I am Siffleur - I am a werecougar, so I am a man and a cougar. There are no words that bother me either, and I do not know any other wereanimals to know if they are upset with certain terms."

"Similar, yes. I can bleed and eat, drink, fuck, and other human things." She's just gonna gloss over that like people don't seem to get weird about sex all the time. She's not one of those people. It's simply something she can do. "I have heard some of things like that. Ava mentioned a movie called Westworld that was...similar to where I came from." She frowns. It's still weird to know that there's a movie somewhere about it.

A werecougar. She isn't that familiar with the superstitious lore about werewolves or she'd ask if it was like that. "Is it a werecougar because you are both? I am not familiar with the terminology and I don't wish to get it wrong." She isn't certain she's met specifically wereanimals outside of him either. "We don't have that sort of thing where I'm from. At least I don't remember it. Magic is still a rather new subject to me, but I have seen so much of it here."

"Westworld... that sounds familiar..." He racks his brain for a while, trying to think of where he might have heard of it. Siffleur's ears flicker, then pop up as he remembers. "It was a TV show. I did not see it, but I saw advertisements for it once. Hmm. Strange. Perhaps it is a common name across worlds?"

He nods at the question. "You are correct. I am a man, and I am a cougar, and I shift between the two forms. Don't worry about getting anything wrong. Even my own world has ideas about what werewolves are like that do not match anything I've experienced, and I'm not certain if that is because they have it wrong, or if there is something strange about me that makes me unlike werewolves. I've never met a werewolf, so I can't ask and be sure. I'm the only one like me - besides my mother - and I've never met anything else in my world that was other than human, but there were many stories. Like you, the most magic I've seen has been in this place."

Maeve stills for a moment. A TV show. Ava hadn't mentioned that. "I don't...know." There's a moment of general discomfort as she tries to ignore it. "Westworld was a place for human entertainment. They could do anything they wanted with no consequences. We were just props." She frowns at that. "My most recent storyline was that of a brothel madam. I have only had two, but they changed me when I became aware of what I was after my daughter died in the first one. Easier to make me forget and replace me with someone else."

She nods. "Do you not also count as something magical? Or is it a different sort of...classification?" But it's curious that he knew only his mother that was similar to him. Nothing else that changed. It seemed so unusual. But perhaps there is a story behind that. "Were there really so few of you?"

His face isn't made for frowning, but if he could, he would. It is a very human thing to find someone's grief inconvenient, and to erase them instead. If they could do that to each other, they would. Siffleur just gives Maeve a short nod. "I am sorry about your daughter. That was a terrible thing they did to you, and to her. A mother should be allowed to keep her memories."

Siffleur shrugs - a human gesture on an animal body. "I do not know what I count as. My transformation is not very magical. My bones break, and my skin rips, and it is painful. Magic as I have seen it is very soft and swift. But maybe my kind of magic is flesh?"

He reaches for another plate as it passes, dragging over a little salmon and nods. "If there were more, I never met them. My mother was a human, before something happened to make her into a werecougar, so she never knew if there were others like us either. And both of my children were human, so I do not know if this is something you are meant to pass to your children, or if it was part of the same accident that befell my mother. Now that I am here, I expect the truth will always remain a mystery to me."

"So am I," she says quietly. "We are not humans, so we can be rebuilt over and over. I remember her now, but...she doesn't remember me. She has another mother." There is a sadness there, but she tries to mask it all the same. "I died to get them to the Valley Beyond, so they'd be safe from Delos and from everything that happened. As long as she's safe, I've done my job." But she wants to find her again, has been fighting to get back to get back to her because who is she if not the mother of a girl who likely will never remember her? That doesn't stop her feelings from existing. And maybe she'll have woken up in the meantime, remembered. Maybe.

There is a nod at his words, though, as she drags herself back out of her thoughts. "I think magic depends on the world and the people that wield it. Much like anything. But...I guess my understanding of magic is quite limited. Once a man turned a drawing I made into a real life object. It isn't very pretty because I am not quite skilled at it, but..."

She can understand that. Being here, being away from home...she doesn't know what time or mystery she's part of. She doesn't really know much of anything about what awaits her back home. What will happen. "How curious." She looks at him. "I didn't realize you had children as well." She notes the tense, so she doesn't know whether that is because of his being here or something else.

It's terrible what they've done to her, and to her daughter. Terrible to have replaced her as well, to have stolen her child and given her away to another. But at the same time, he also feels a fondness knowing that Maeve has done what she could to keep her child safe, even at a great cost to herself. "You have been a good mother, and you have done your job better than most. I hope one day, she is able to recover her memories as well. But even if not, you have done what mattered most."

He flicks his ears at the thought of a drawing coming to life. Strange... He knows very little about what magic here is real or not. Everyone is from somewhere different, and the magic is different from place to place too. Perhaps there are no limits. Perhaps it's all real-

Siffleur chuckles softly, and answers her. "I do, but not as you do. My children are with their mothers, where they should be. Neither of them were like me, and it would have been cruel to take them away, to try raise them like me when they are human. They have good mothers, both of them, women who would do anything to keep them safe and fed and warm. I have seen them from a distance now and then, and they are growing up strong, healthy, vibrant... happy. Very happy." There's a warm content tone to his voice. He is lonely, and he has often wished for a child more like him, but he cannot find it in himself to be bitter that they have found a contentment he never can. He also flickers his tail a few times. "Their mothers are much happier without me as well. We reached the end of our affection for each other by our final months together. But they remain good mothers, and so that is all that matters."

"Even if she doesn't," she says, "As long as she's safe, that's what matters the most." But she's still looking for her. "I've been trying to find her, but I'm not sure when I will be able to." She has to find the person that has access to the Forge and it's not Dolores.

"Ah." She nods at his words, but it still seems rather sad. To be so alone. Not that she hasn't been alone herself. But she's had Hector and Lee, Felix, and Sylvester. She moves a little closer, choosing to settle in next to him on a chair rather than awkwardly standing. "I am glad that they are well and healthy." That is the part that matters. "How old are they?" A beat. "If you wish to speak more of them, of course."

"I am sorry to hear that." Siffleur does not wish for Maeve's daughter to be brought here, because he is not sure she would like that. It has become clear that most think of this as a terrible trap. Siffleur finds it comforting to know that some part of him is taking care of his obligations as he left them, while he can move on without worry. The same cannot be said to Maeve. "Time will tell, and we can only know when we reach it."

"I'm happy to speak about them. The eldest is Kendall. She would be... twelve or so. Looks like her mother - dirty blonde, blue eyes. But she's taller than most girls her age. That's from me. She plays a lot of sports. I see pictures of her on her school website, and watched her play volleyball a year or two ago." He rests his head on his paws as he talks, fondness in his voice. "The youngest is Charmaine. She's almost three. Looks like her mother too - black hair, dark eyes. Not sure if she'll be tall yet. Her mother puts pictures on her Instagram."

He turns his eyes to Maeve. "And your daughter? How old is she?"

Maeve would not prefer her to be here. It also seems unkind to make her stay a child forever. Perhaps where she is, she can change, live a life similar to a human's. She doesn't know what it would be. She wishes she had some closure on that, some idea of something. Then maybe it would be easier to let go.

She listens as he talks about his children. They sound lovely anyway. She doesn't actually have memories of her daughter as young as three. There's an inkling of a storyline there, an idea of it. An impression of one, really. But he seems to be quite fond of them all the same. Which is nice to see. "They sound lovely."

"Oh." Maeve considers the question before searching back through memories. "I believe...around ten. And she will always be that way. At least she would have in Westworld. But she is in the Valley Beyond." A beat. "That's what they called it. I'm not sure if that changes things or not, but she's at least safe from Delos."

"What is the Valley Beyond?" It sounds like something humans say when talking about their dead pets - they're in the Valley Beyond, they're over the Rainbow Bridge, that sort of thing. But he doubts that very much, because nothing Maeve says sounds like that kind of thing.

"It was a secret place. I only got a very brief look at it. More like consciousness goes there, but the body doesn't. Still, it's safe from Delos." It's hard to explain something you only somewhat understand yourself. "We helped a lot of people escape there. I'm not sure who created it. It was like Westworld, but without the forced and continuous murder, I believe."

His first impression was right, and it was wrong. It does sound like the kind of place humans talk about, but unlike those invisible places meant to provide comfort to the living, this is a true place of comfort and safety for the people who go there. "I see. It's very good that it exists. Perhaps your kind made it in secret to have a place of safety beyond their grasp."

After all, why shouldn't they be able to create such a thing? A place where only the mind can go is not a place that humans would easily think of making. But a machine where mind is what remains when the body is destroyed? It would make a great deal of sense to make a place only you can reach.

"I do not understand this place, but perhaps one day, you will be able to communicate with the Valley Beyond. It is not a physical location after all, so maybe information could be sent back and forth." Perhaps not - no one Siffleur has spoken to has had a good work to say about the Captain. But one can still hope that Maeve has her chance to speak to her daughter again.

There's a nod. "They deserve somewhere safe away from the reach of humans." But she doesn't think they made it. "I think our creators made it. They made the maze that led to it. But I don't think Delos did. Ford was secretive. He set me on the path to being awake. Delos did not mean for that to happen."

She looks down. "Perhaps. I doubt it, but perhaps." Even if she doesn't, Maeve hopes it will work out. "I'd settle for information about home. I'm not certain if the Captain is liable to give it to me without it being used to hurt me. He's already used Ford against me."

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