( action | oct.03 ) arrival

[snuggies]

medical bay | escape from alcatraz

[ If Scott had to choose a way in which he'd wake up on another planet, completely cut off from his home, his family, his pack, then being licked by an eager dog is most definitely his welcome of choice. He's always been fond of animals, and as frazzled as he is (largely convinced this is some strange nemeton-induced hallucination), the presence of a dog by his side, barking and pawing at him does wonders to calm his nerves.

At least until he notices the glowing eyes in the rest of the room, his heart promptly freezing in his chest. Because the thing is, that while Scott loves all animals, the feeling is most definitely not mutual.

It's only thanks to his werewolf senses that he manages to react in time, hearing the first warning growl and how many eyes is that even, before he's scrambling to his feet and getting the hell out of dodge.

He bolts through the door, barrelling into the hallway with no remorse. ]

Sorry! Sorry, sorry!!

kitchen | got a booty like a cadillac

Oh, sorry.

[ It's all gone so wrong.

There's probably a map on the device that URSULA had given him, and he's young enough to be able to figure out these newfangled gadgets, but he's still here, slumming around blindly like a plebian. Which means that he's made about five wrong turns into the kitchen while carrying all his stuff. It hadn't been so bad until the mattress had decided to inflate himself the moment he'd stepping into the fork and knife loaded space.

And now he's desperately trying to manoeuvre around the kitchen without his mattress destroying everything that stands in its path. (Another pair of mugs go clattering toward the ground.) ]

Oh—I'm really. [ He winces. ] Sorry, I didn't mean to trap you against the wall.

[ Or maybe he did; teenagers are kind of the worst. ]

wildcard

[ please feel free to leave a blank comment and i'll write you a custom prompt! or vice versa, just hit me with anything and i'll roll with it. i'm always down to plot something out as well. c: ]

edit: i'm an idiot that didn't think of this sooner, but i realised that it might be handy to have a permissions post regarding scott's werewolf senses. if you have time, please consider filling it out!

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[onethousen]

[ She was trying to think of a way to wrap a sandwich, but if he's fine with rice, she perks up and nods. In the dry supplies brought back as salvage by the rest of the crew, rice had been there, though she's not sure they have a ricemaker. Hmm. Stovetop it is.

Making these decisions, her response to his question is a tad delayed. ]

Huh? Oh, no, not like that. You have to concentrate on what you want people to say, or to see! I've sent mental pictures like that before. It's pretty cool.

[ She gives him another small, reassuring smile. She would reach out to touch his arm as well, but he's new, and he's apparently able to transform to some degree, so she doesn't want to startle him if he doesn't like space invasion. Her mental voice reaches out to him, sounding like her spoken voice, only with an added feeling of reassurance. ]

I can speak to you like this, but I have no idea what you're thinking. It's just another way of having a conversation.

[snuggies]

You've got me beat. My best friend is always saying he'll disown me if I don't watch Star Wars. I've seen E.T. though.

[ He looks down at the plate of cookies, asking one more question before helping himself to another. ]

What's space actually like?

[snuggies]

[ There's a moment where Scott has to stop himself from replying: yeah, teenagers, y'know before he realizes what Alphonse is really asking.

A little bit of colour finds his face then, and his eyebrows draw in embarrassment. ]

Uh, I have a really good sense of smell?

[ Is there even a point in keeping his werewolf identity a secret? ]

[highflights]

Uhm —

[ wow space how do you describe space?? ]

— really big? Everything is a lot further apart then you'd think.

[braavado]

It might make things worse. [She laughs a little.] There's a lot of people coming in and out of this room, you know? Maybe not the best place to camp out.

There's a few rooms open, though. You can probably choose one of those for yourself.

[snuggies]

[ ... Is there a sequel to that explanation?? ]

Oh. [ It slips out, before Scott scrambles to offer a more enthusiastic response. ] Oh! Yeah. And things are huge. Like twenty times the sun.

[highflights]

[ Kara grimaces a little. ]

Sorry I don't have anything cooler. I was asleep for the journey.

[snuggies]

[ His hands jump up immediately to wave off her concern. ]

No! It's okay, it was a vague question. [ He slumps back into something relaxed then. ] I really... I mean, I appreciate you talking to me. I feel a little less freaked out now, I guess.

[highflights]

Glad to hear that.

Rooms are that way [ she gestures to the left. ] there's plenty to do here, if that helps a little.

[intranslatability]

[ for eve's part, it's clear she's very grateful for the chance to catch her breath. she knew she was never good under pressure and she feels ada's growing insistence to switch out and let her deal with this.

ada means well, she really does. and much as she's tempted to, eve doesn't want to surprise him any further by, apparently, changing personalities at the drop of a hat. before he got his answers too. ] She wants to make this world more… suitable for life, I believe? Make the environment more habitable for people to live on.

Hence some of our arrival here. We help look for supplies, search for new areas, research plants and animals we discover, look into mysteries and solve them if we can. Things like that.

[ well- the others and her sister, ada, do at least. (the most eve has been doing is making a tapestry to hang up on in the recreation room soon.) ]

If you want, we can sit there- [ here is where she points to an empty table nearby. that should accommodate them both and leave room to spare. ] -while we speak. I think there's a place for you to set your things down too.

[armoured]

Good enough to tell your friends from other people, do they wear a really distinct perfume?

[He has no idea werewolves are even a thing outside of stories.]

[splasher]

[thanks for considering makoto into the machinations of an escape. if this base ever starts burning and going to hell, makoto will be sure to find scott so he can be dragged out to safety.]

[but, for the time being, he's just more confused than anything else; everything is happening too fast!]

Uh... They're usually really friendly!

[what he saw just now, though, it was the picture of a hellscape kind of thing]

Perhaps they were--hungry? [more importantly (after a hiccup)] Are you alright?

[snuggies]

[ He can't help it: his lips press together to stifle a laugh, because it's such an innocent and puzzled response. It's been a while since he's met someone that doesn't know what he is, and isn't out to kill him for it.

It's refreshing. ]

Not exactly. I guess you could just say I have a supernatural sense of smell.

[ His gaze cants over to the boy at his side, and his next words imply that he's noticed something about Alphonse, but vague enough to show that he won't press the issue. ]

For example, I can smell that you don't sweat.

[snuggies]

I'm fine!

[ Yeah, sure. Scott's willing to bet that they're usually friendly, but he hasn't had a good rapport with cats since he'd been bitten. Not to say that they hated him unconditionally, but they usually didn't trust him; smelling the wolf in him (furry life, bro) and finding him a threat. He could usually warm up to them by cooperating or showing belly.

But Scott's about to put himself at the mercy of an entire hoard.

The thing about him being in charge of the escape however, is that Scott has no idea where he's going. This is introduction to everything, and as far as he's concerned he's been abducted into some kind of secret government lab. He sees another door up ahead and this time resolves to enter the room - ]

2/2

[snuggies]

[ Except the door doesn't open and he runs straight into it like an idiot. ]

Re: 2/2

[splasher]

[thankfully scott's impact with the door means that makoto gets a heads up before he, too, ends up close and personal with it from the momentum. he gets to put his hands up and cushion the impact.]

[scott's life is miserable right now, is what makoto thinks as he glances down.]

...you can't say you're alright now.

[calmly, and with no cats in sight, makoto untangles himself from this furry mess and steps back, until he can get on his haunches and properly help scott sit up a bit.]

[hiccups at least gone from the surprise, he looks the other teen over.]

Is your head spinning, or do you think you can stand just fine?

[snuggies]

[ To be honest, Scott's more worried about the door. He's not strong enough that bumping into a door would rip it off its hinges, but shoving into it with a lot of momentum might leave a dent.

Rubbing his forehead, he squints blearily at Makoto for a second, replying - ] Four? [ Thinking that Makoto was asking how many fingers he was holding up (something Coach Finstock would do), and answering on reflex.

There are no fingers of course, and once the rush of blood clears and the throbbing in his forehead clears, he blinks and shifts away, a little surprised by the concern. ]

Oh - yeah, I'm fine. [ He smiles, both grateful and amused. ] Guess I got a little ahead of myself.

[splasher]

...just a bit.

[shocking, but it's also a good sign that scott's only damage seems to be mishearing what makoto said initially. at this point, so long as they aren't in "danger" is a good thing.]

That was quite a shock. I don't know what came over the cats. --my name's Makoto. Are you new to the base?

[snuggies]

[ Idly rubbing at his forehead, Scott looks at Makoto with genuine interest. He can smell that the other boy is human - there doesn't seem to be anything supernatural about him, and he looks pretty at ease. Maybe torture isn't imminent? ]

Yeah, I'm Scott. [ The cats can't be helped. ] Yeah, I'm new. I was going through this bag of stuff when they attacked me.

[armoured]

W-What?!

[He falters a step before he can stop himself, nearly crashing right into the wall before he manages to right himself and keep going. His voice, already high pitched, just gets higher out of nerves.]

Of course I sweat! I'm just not sweating right now, it's... uh, I'm really cold, you see, and so-- uh...

[ABORT!]

[splasher]

Maybe they didn't like the sound. Cats are fickle like that.

[makoto, pure as can be.]

[he takes a moment, sitting back on his knees, and allowing scott some time to catch up with his senses.]

I bet you have tons of questions. I could answer some of them.

[snuggies]

[ Whoops, obviously Scott had wandered in State Secrets territory with that one.

He wants to laugh a little at how panicked Alphonse sounds, but manages to restrain himself, pressing his lips firmly together and shifting his gaze away. ]

Yeah, I'm sure that's it. [ He tries not to look too amused, and fails pretty colossally.

Then, he moves on to keep Alphonse from panicking and running into more walls. ]

It's pretty chilly, do you know how far underwater we are?

[snuggies]

Sure.

[ Yes... it was the sound that was the problem.

Regardless, he looks Makoto square in the eye as he asks: ] Please tell me this isn't the Human Centipede.

[armoured]

[He's not an idiot, he can tell from that expression that his lies haven't exactly been accepted, but at least Scott isn't pushing it and letting them move on.

He will grasp that conversation topic with both hands, thank you.]

I'm not sure exactly, but it's pretty deep. I got lost trying to find my way back here one night, it's so dark this far down, so be careful if you go out into the ocean.

[splasher]

--that's a horror movie I decided I could live without.

[flatly, because he doesn't like being reminded of spoops]

So, no.