( 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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[gnasher]

[one moment, Rin is grabbing after crabs, and the next time he looks at the other guy, the red in his eyes and claws are gone. o...kay. okay]

[is this one of those times when you don't point out a person's faults...?]

[nah, fuck that]

Do you usually sprout spikes like a puffer fish when you're startled...? The base is pretty close quarters, so that's something I'd want to know.

[he looks up from crab wrangling again (pinching at the back of them and flipping them in the bucket with a rather practiced air), and he's -- about to collide with this guy for the sixth time in as many minutes. whoah, whoah. reaches out and steadies Scott by the shoulder, before he can bump into him again]

Whoah -- geez, careful. No contact sports in the kitchen, alright?

[snuggies]

[ Scott's gaze shifts from the crabs up to look at Rin at the touch to his shoulder, and he straightens up, lifting an arm to rub the back of his head, and a crab with it. Not because he'd caught the crab, but because it currently had its pincers pinched around his bicep.

Very carefully, he removes it and places it into the bucket. ]

Yeah, sometimes. Usually I can control it a lot better but being in this place has me all confused I guess. [ He shrugs helplessly, fixing his gaze on the other boy's face again, canting his head toward him to get a better sense of his scent.

Still human. ]

So are you a were-something too?

[ He says, raising a hand to mouth to his own mouth and drawing jagged teeth with his index finger. ]

[gnasher]

[-"something"? there's different types of were-things??? that's a little concerning]

[he flushes a bit at the gesture about his teeth, though at least realises this is a legitimate question, and not a mean potshot at his... interesting features]

No. Regular human. -- Er. Not that humans are inherently regular, or... [awkward trail off, picking off a second crab hanging from Scott's shirt. it's like the weirdest grooming ritual of all time]

[plunk, in the bucket]

-- I'm Rin Matsuoka. You must be new -- the first couple days are really wild.

[not... like a wild animal. oh my god]

And those mattresses are shit, you did yourself a favour by eviscerating it. My friend and I engineered some water beds that are way comfier, and we're working on futons. I'll hook you up.

[snuggies]

Oh.

[ Crap, that was probably pretty rude then, if Rin's teeth were a result of... something. He should've just trusted his nose and left it be. Even if Rin was something, Scott probably shouldn't have asked; not everyone wants to be outed. He really needs to get himself under control.

He shrugs, smiling as Rin picks crabs off of him, the gesture both ridiculous and heartwarming. ]

I'm Scott McCall—and are they? To be honest, both an air mattress and a waterbed sounds like a bad idea for someone that can grow claws because of a nightmare. [ The smile doesn't waver, though it becomes a little softer. ] I'll take you up on the futon, though.

[gnasher]

[Rin offers his hand, once it's crabless, to shake]

I'd say it's nice to meet you, but you clotheslined me with a mattress and I got crabs in my hair.

[dry as the desert...]

[he's feeling a little bit more comfortable now that they're not covering in crabs and screaming, and Scott's shown himself to be unlikely to claw him apart]

Futon it is. This your first day?

[snuggies]

[ That's fair, though Scott's smile doesn't waver, even as it turns slightly sheepish. There's still a mess all around them: the corpse of his mattress, all of the kitchen utensil that had been knocked over in the frenzy, and that one crab still lurking in the corner hoping for freedom.

He cocks his head to the side slightly at the question. ]

Yeah, I guess it's pretty obvious.

[ Considering that he'd brought his mattress into the kitchen. ]

Are you from here?

[gnasher]

[Rin shakes his head, eye catching the Last Crab in the corner. he makes his way towards the savvy creature, hoping it doesn't make a run for it]

Nobody on base is "from here." We all just... ended up here, through annoyingly mysterious circumstances. I'm from this little fishing town in Japan, originally. I was headed to a swimming training camp.

[slowly... slowly... reaches for the crab. it scuttles away, towards Scott. Rin hisses a curse quietly, and continues]

Anyway, you're not the only guy to get ruffled waking up on another planet. You might be the first guy to sort of become partially a werewolf in the kitchen, though?

[is he allowed to joke about that? follows the crab back towards Scott, giving him the high sign for "lets corner it"]

[snuggies]

[ Scott's all about teamwork, so he readily angles his approach of the crab after considering Rin's own position. (The grab almost seems to give Scott a betrayed look, but what did it think was going to happen, scuttling toward an apex predator?)

He's still mostly focused on the conversation however, looking puzzled as they crowd the little shellfish toward the cabinets. ]

Japan? Man, that's... [ "Far" he wants to say, but then he's thinking in terms of California. ] Sorry, about that again. Usually it takes more than a mattress to make me wolf out.

So where is this anyway? Some kind of government experiment in the South Pole?