( 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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kitchen.

[intranslatability]

It's fine!

[ the person - clearly a woman, judging by her soft voice and her polite, flustered laughter. - sounds panicked, a little stressed even, but she's doing her best to say calm. the last few days have been terrible in terms of sleep. ada insisted they at least take an actual rest later, nightmares be damned, but eve wanted to stretch their legs before retiring to stasis for recharging.

and here she is now. maybe she should have listened to ada.

at least he sounds apologetic. that means he didn't do this on purpose from where she stood. it's very important to remember that because she can't think of a real reason why anyone would inflate their mattress in the kitchen of all places.

she tries to reach out from out of the mattress to give a little wave. show she's alive and all is well from where she's squished. ] Are you new to here? I don't think we've met before.

[snuggies]

[ Are they having a conversation? They can be having a conversation.

Scott tries to peek over at her from around his mattress, but the sheer size of the thing prevents him from getting a good look. He might've been able to pick up something from her scent, but it's—difficult. Everything about him is so new and overwhelming, he has to concentrate if he wants to parse one thing from another, and there's a metallic scent all around him; tangy and sharp.

He gives up for now, tired and wondering if he should just puncture the mattress with his claws and surrender sleeping on the floor. ]

Uh, yeah. I guess? I woke up in a lab [ the medical bay ] earlier today. Do you live here?

kitchen

[fistallday]

[ The resident 7'7" mountain of a man can actually see right over the mattress, and lifts one huge hand to push it down and out of his way a bit more. ]

Mate, ye gotta ask 'fore you go 'round pushin' folks into walls.

[snuggies]

[ Oh lordy.

That is not... human. Which is fine, most of the people that Scott meets aren't human. The thing is that he usually does his best not to pick fights with them. He's not entirely sure if he's about to be on the receiving end of a pounding however, the stranger doesn't smell aggressive, but how's Scott supposed to scent alien sweat accurately anyway? ]

My bad. [ Is this a pirate? ] The mattress—I don't think I pressed anything, I don't know why it suddenly.

kitchen

[cuteandquarky]

[Jade had been zoning out a little bit, possibly on the edge of falling asleep, so being jostled by a mattress so suddenly is actually a welcome jolt to the system. She shakes her head a few times, just to make sure that she's really awake before she responds.]

Oh, no, don't worry! I'm not trapped! Just give me one second...

[With a quick zap of teleportation powers, Jade is no longer pinned beneath the mattress, but instead standing next to him. Her fluffy white dog ears twitch as she flashes him a reassuring smile.]

See? I am totally fine! Now do you need any help with that thing?

[snuggies]

[ What the—

Scott jumps when she suddenly appears next to him (and the mattress knocks another array of utensils and bowls onto the floor), the movement too quick for even his enhanced senses to warn him. His heart almost jumps into his throat until he's sufficiently distracted by the presence of the girl beside him.

The scent of her is relaxing, or at the very least Scott doesn't feel like the world's most obnoxious wrecking ball anymore, and he finds his gaze fixed to the ears atop her head, trying to make sense of the creature in front of him. ]

Uhhh. [ Brain slowly catching up. ] Oh! Yeah. [ He glances back at the mattress. ] Yeah, I. I dunno what happened, it suddenly activated.

[ These newfangled gadgets, etc. ]

medical bay

[naughty_nurse]

[Mikan had been on her way to the medical bay WHEN SUDDENLY SHE'S HIT - oof, dude, you pack a punch. She's literally sent rolling on the floor.]

Eeeeeek!

[snuggies]

[ Scott's been here all of ten minutes and he's already killed someone. Maybe he is a monster after all.

But ignoring any potential manpain there, the momentum keeps him going for a few steps even after he essentially bodychecks the young girl, and it takes a second for him to skid to a stop, doubling back instead to crouch at Mikan's side— ]

Hey! Are you okay?

med bay

[inject]

[ Valentine is tired and irritable. So when someone comes barrelling out of the med bay yelling sorry, sorry!, she was less than forgiving. As he came running at her, she pivoted, curled an arm around his shoulders, and swung him around to throw him off balance and send him toppling. Her supersoldier strength made it possible, but only her training made it not sloppy. ]

You're forgiven, [ she ground out through clenched teeth. ]

[snuggies]

[ That's fair, he probably deserves that. And Scott lets himself be tossed like a ragdoll, back hitting the wall of the hallway with a meaty thud before he slides to the ground, winded and a little dazed. ]

Thanks...? [ He replies, voice a little rough; a little quiet.

The dazed expression quickly shifts however, the gnarly mrowr of the cats(?) reaching his ears again as the little fiends swarm the hallway, enraged by Scott's appearance and willing to take down anyone around him in the process. ]

wildcard

[onethousen]

[ pretend this is a blank comment okok

that or hit it back to me and i will write for you the 2 moons ]

i got u

[snuggies]

[ Scott usually projects the image of someone calm and collected fairly well. At first because he hadn't wanted to stand out too much, and then because he realised that it actually benefited him in most situations. It's interesting to be known for something, when the reality of his emotions is directly contrary.

Don't panic, he thinks to himself, despite all the new smells giving him a headache; the complete void of reassurance where he can feel his pack (though that's been gone longer than his arrival here). He does his best, because the people he meets here are as helpless as he is, and URSULA is just an AI. Which is actually pretty cool. It's a million things, focusing on settling in, gaining information as fast as he can swallow it, but when he's waling through a hallway with the calm of the water around him.

He starts to feel the jitters: the concern, the panic, the overwhelming loneliness. How he feels out of his depth, as though he's not even really here. It's a distraction so sound that he smacks straight into the glass of the observatory, unable to tell one way from another (thanks werewolf senses), and the impact is enough to trigger a shift; his features warping and eyes glowing red which is when he smells someone behind him and he turns around

growling something weak and startled. ]

kitchen

[armoured]

[Al is well over seven feet tall, and so the mattress isn't impeding his vision much at all. Unfortunately, he's also covered in giant metal spikes - because the person who designed his armour was an idiot - and therefore the mattress is impaled on a couple of them.]

Uh--

[Oops.

He sounds pretty guilty; voice, already that of a child, getting higher in nerves.]

Sorry about that, I think I might have punctured your, uh... and I think it might be stuck on me.

[snuggies]

[ The current condition of the mattress is actually a pretty good reflection of Scott's emotional state: intrusive, out of place, and slightly wounded.

He has no idea why this guy is wearing armour in the kitchen, and so he's gawking at the giant suit of armour and wondering if he's about to find himself in a fight. It's difficult to smell anything other than the metal of the suit, and he can't tell if there's any aggression coming from the other man.

Well, his voice is.

Kind of. Unexpected? ]

Oh. [ He's still staring. ] That's okay, it's my fault anyway. If—can you pull it off?

med bay

[trainees]

[ so the thing about their hallways is that they aren't particularly large, especially when you have a teen wolf running down it. peter had been on his way to the bio lab to check on his samples when there's a tingling at the back of his neck. ]

Oh, crap...

[ the moment scott exits the med bay, a few things happen: peter tosses the lab kit he was holding up, using his web shooters to stick it in place to the wall on his right. then he jumps up himself, hands and feet sticking to the ceiling as scott runs past beneath him. ]

[snuggies]

[ Apparently Peter's spidey senses are way more consistent than Scott's werewolf senses, because he just lets out a pathetic yelp one of the cats launches itself at the back of his head, its claws digging into his scalp and neck. Once one has got him, the other just pile on and he just

crumples to the ground if he's being honest. ]

Why is this happening?!

[ He has no idea what to do. On one hand, it would be easy to beat the cats off, but on the other, he doesn't want to hurt the fluffy felines. :( ]

med bay

[forfeits]

[ Ed's just left the med bay, having his automail checked out. All this moisture around can't be good, of course! But what he doesn't expect is getting barreled over in the hallway. ]

Hey! Watch where you're going! [ It's not meant to sound mean, but he's more flustered and surprised. Well, until he sees the glowing eyes behind the med bay doors. ] What the hell is that?!

[snuggies]

[ Oh man, he'd nearly killed a little kid in his hurry! Scott doesn't even think before grabbing Edward's (human) arm, pulling the boy along with him as he barrels down the hallway, really not in the mood to pick any fights right now. Be it with animals or otherwise. ]

Dunno—just run!

[ Except that Scott has no idea where he's going and he can't really outrun a bunch of cats. At least, not if he expects Edward to keep up. ]

kitchen

[gnasher]

[as if this mattress shuffle weren't absurd enough, Rin walks into the kitchen (staring at his communicator -- don't text and drive, Rin), and runs straight into the thing. this collision is exacerbated by his dropping today's catch on the floor -- an entire bucket of live crabs]

Shit --

[the crabs go skittering all over, and Rin can't even see who's behind the mattress]

Watch out, sorry, shit!

[the crabs on this planet are not small fries; while some of them are a decent, non-threatening baseball size, some are easily as big as a frisbee. if Scott can actually see beyond his mattress hell, he'll be face to face with the no less alarming sight of a young guy with big, sharp, scary teeth and red eyes]

[snuggies]

[ The smell of crabs bursts into the kitchen, strong enough to get Scott to wrinkle his nose from where he's currently doing the tango with his mattress. And while he can't see over it at the moment, he can hear the clatter of the bucket and the subsequent skittering of the crabs against the floor.

Moreover, he can feel their skinny little legs and claws against his ankles, the feeling is enough to send a shiver up his spine. ]

Hey, whoa.

[ He does his best to not step on the little creatures but his mattress is growing increasingly unwieldy in his distress and suddenly he no longer has a good grip on it when he just

tips over: forward, right toward Rin. ]

corridor outside med bay.

[highflights]

Hey!

[ That's one guy who's going to be cast pretty easily in a Speedy Gonzalez live action flick. Kara looks for anything following him, and catches up when Scott's stopped for breath. ]

Are you all right? Is something after you?

[snuggies]

[ Don't freak out, Scot thinks to himself, even though everything smells weird, and Theo is a traitor, and Liam is on a rampage because Hayden died, and more people are probably going to die because that's just how the cookie crumbles, but don't panic.

He waves a hand, looking up and heart stopping for a second. Not because he's having an attack, but wow, that's a pretty girl. ]

Just—cats? [ He says, a little out of breath, mostly due to surprise.

And sure enough, those creepy eyed and creepy tailed hellions can be heard growling down the hallway. ]

kitchen;

[coronae]

[ rapunzel squeaks as the mattress, you know, decides to take over the kitchen. she's just finished (...another) batch of pumpkin-flavored candies since she's practicing halloween candies for halloween, so she's trapped over by the oven. thank you, scott. ]

It's okay! Um, er, I mean - oh be careful! [ she's flustered but at least her hair is braided back instead of all over the ground to make things worse? ]

[snuggies]

[ Cue Rapunzel being shoved into the oven and being transported into a very different fairy tale.

Except not really, except Scott immediately shoves himself back in an attempt to pull the mattress away when he hears the voice ] sorry! [ which ends with him shoving himself over and onto a counter.

It’s a desperate bid to create some space. ]

There’s gotta be—some way to get this to deflate again—

kitchen

[braavado]

[After a few weeks in the base, Korra's gotten used to running into people at odd times. The base is only so large, after all. A short laugh escapes her once she spots the mattress.]

That's okay. [She maneuvers around him, scooping up the fallen mugs while she's at it. Then, she flashes him an easy smile.] New? Or just moving to another room?

[snuggies]

Yeah. [ That’s an answer to everything he thinks, and he huffs out a laugh of relief when it becomes clear he hasn’t interrupted anything or run into someone that’ll be keen on beating him up. ]

I thought rooming in the kitchen would make things convenient for me, but it’s not going that well so far.

medbay

[splasher]

[way to give a guy a near-heart attack. makoto's dealt with a lot of shit, but nothing will ever prepare him for the sudden, unexpected spooks of someone bolting out a door without much warning.]

[it's just his luck that he's walking near that door when such thing happens. his scared scream (aaaahhh) is coupled with jumping back, and the fright was so jarring to his previous calm sense of self, that makoto has gained hiccups and lost several points on the cool first impression front.]

Ahh...

[he won't forgive this, scott...... just kidding]

Is... everything [hic-cup; nice] alright?

[snuggies]

[ Everything is ten thousand percent not all right.

Scott is pretty fast, but he can't just bust out his full speed in a cramped and unfamiliar hallway, so the cats catch up with him pretty easily, scratching and clinging at his ankles, which is mostly hazardous as the werewolf does his best not to step on any of the creatures. It sends him teetering this way and that, looking pretty idiotic (standard) until his shoulder jams into Makoto's chest and he's falling and the cats are swarming and nothing is okay.

Except! In that moment. When the annoying dog yips happily out of the medbay to help its new friend, trying to herd the cats away, while Scott manages to grab onto Makoto's arm from balance to keep from faceplanting into the pristine floor. ]

Hey— sorry.

[ An ungodly mrowr yowls through the air and Scott, the alpha werewolf that he is, wisely decides to haul ass before he's drawn into a Westside Story-style street fight with a gang of cats.

He is, at least, considerate enough to haul Makoto along with him as he escapes. ]

What's up with those cats?!