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.

((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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[teethoftherisk]

"Obviously." He agrees, having seen Ylva in action. She's very good at changing her shape. He lifts a paw to his mouth and gives it a few licks, working his tongue between his claws to give them a quick clean. "My kind of shapeshifting required practice as well. When I was small, I was loathe to do it. It hurt so much that I would choose one shape and stay in it for as long as I could, until I was forced to switch. But the joys that came with changing made up for any pain that came as well."

"Did you have a pack before you came here?" He tips his head towards the shewolf, pausing to chew on one claw. "Were you among wolves more often, or humans?"

[actuallyawolf]

"Mm. Humans, a lot. I had a pack I guess, but not a very normal pack. A human and a tiefling and a halfling and a lizardfolk. And there was a dragon we tried to take care of. He was just a pup."

Wait what's the right term for a young dragon? She isn't sure. Pup will have to do.

"We looked out for each other, and fought together, and they let me be more of a wolf when I needed to, and it was perfect. Not how you normally make a pack, but... it was still my pack." Ylva looks sideways at him. "But you're probably mostly alone, aren't you?"

[teethoftherisk]

"They sound like they were good for you." He might not know what a tiefling was, but the others are simple enough to picture and understand. No wonder she was so eager to adopt the whole of her ship as her new pack - she was already used to surrounding herself by assorted groups. Though he has to wonder - how often has she felt unsafe? How often did she feel sure that the people around her would turn on her, kill her, the moment they were afraid?

He swaps to his other paw. "It comes and goes, but yes, I am mostly alone. I am not a pack creature, but I have held company with others. Co-workers. Lovers. The mothers of my children. But I crave my solitude and by then, the humans and I are often ready to part ways."

Siffleur pauses in his cleaning, holding his paw somewhat awkwardly in the air as he thinks. "... this may be the first time that I will return to the same place when my season of solitude is over. That will be strange."

[actuallyawolf]

"Does that mean you'll hide out in the Tommy Bahama until you feel like being social again?"

It's... a solution, she has to suppose, to the need to be alone, but it's an odd one. And possibly not a very good one, considering how many people need to go in there in order to find clothes. Not everyone has the option to wear fur all the time.

[teethoftherisk]

"I think I will stay there forever. My roommate and I have come to an understanding but neither of us would be comfortable in close quarters together for long. The Tommy Bahamas is large, and I have built myself many nests. It is easy to be alone, and easy to visit with people as they pass through if I feel like it." And easy to find prey if he is unable to find enough willing volunteers. This is not said out loud because he is attempting to be civil here.

"It's strange. I should be at the point where even basic conversation has my skin rippling, but I have not reached it. Perhaps the difference this time is that I can speak as a cougar, and I do not need to be a man to be heard." Time will tell. For the moment, he's enjoying the novelty of it all. He sets both paws down again. "... and you? Do you ever feel the need to exist in your wolf skin? Or are you comfortable all the time in a human shape?"

[actuallyawolf]

"Of course I need that. Just because I'm comfortable like this some of the time doesn't mean I want to be like this all the time."

There are days she wants to be one, and days she wants to be the other. Sometimes she takes a nap on the deck in the sun, warming her fur or feathers (as the mood takes her). She sure won't be telling Siffleur where she likes to sleep in public, though.

"Don't you ever sometimes want to be your human shape, because it makes it easier?"

[teethoftherisk]

"I am often in my human shape. I wear it when I visit the buffet because it is difficult to serve myself without thumbs, or when I wish to smoke, or to drink at a bar. I sometimes wear it when I fight, since there are times when human hands are better than claws. I wear it when I have sex with humans. And sometimes, I wear it just because I cannot stand to be in my cougar shape."

But that is not one of those times, so here he is with all his fur and whiskers and paws, gorging himself on sushi since he doesn't need to pick up anything with fingers. Plates are so easily taken off the belt, though they are more easily discarded on the floor.

"I was human for longer periods before the ship, for months at a time. I'd live among them, work their jobs, talk with them, sleep with them, do everything humans do. Then it would be too much, and I would leave for the wilderness to be a cougar for months and months." He perks up as he spots another octopus rolling by, quickly pawing it towards him. "That is how I have lived my life before now."