( 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. ]

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[ 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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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. :( ]

sorry for the delay!

[trainees]

[ oh no. peter winces when the cats pile on scott and lets go of the ceiling, landing in a crouch and wrapping his hands with his webbing. it's more of a precaution just in case they try to bite him, but he'll go and pry them off scott and try to herd them back. ]

Sorry, you okay? [ it's called over his shoulder while he holds another cat at arm's length, dropping it off back at the med bay. ] I dunno what's gotten into them, they're usually not like this.

no worries!

[snuggies]

[ What. Where did that kid come from?

His senses feel like they're working overtime trying to categorize the new smells around him, but Peter doesn't seem dangerous so Scott takes his help without question, springing back to a standing position, the scratches from the cats healing instantly over his skin while the furred menaces scramble around frantically at his feet. ]

Yeah, I'm - [ fine.

He keeps his hands up, backing away from the little beasts and trying to look as non-threatening as possible. ]

Cats don't really like me.

[ But he does have one friend, and the dog that had been licking his face inside the med bay comes yipping out, determined to help and herd the cats. ]