( 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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[fistallday]

[ Big guy's eating big fish. Lots of meat for the meat. ]

Research? Do I look like a scholar, mate? Nae, 'tis beast tribe work. Ye go out, talk to 'em, do some work for 'em. Sometimes ye gotta put 'em down. Sometimes they summon a primal.

[snuggies]

[ That is a lot of meat, and Scott's stomach growls a little though he steadily ignores it. He just wants to focus on what they're here for, so he can get the job done and negotiate his way home.

Or he could wolf out and make a fuss until he gets sent home, whichever ends up being more effective. ]

Beast tribe...? [ That sounds a lot like the groups he'd encountered in Mexico - the skinwalkers that Kira is training with right now. ] So you just do what they say and then they'll let you leave?

[fistallday]

Dinnae know for sure. Havin' a good time no matter where I am - that's me life, an' I'm livin' it.

[ He whistles, suddenly, and there's a soft "pap pap" of feet. A round, fat bird the size of a toddler comes charging in, and he bends slightly to give his pet a little slice of bread. ]

[snuggies]

[ That's certainly a positive approach, and Scott almost wishes that he could have the same attitude—he hasn't been able to enjoy even a minute of his time yet, too preoccupied with thoughts of his pack, and how heeds to fix all the mistakes that he'd left there. But it's an almost wish: his pack is no burden on him, and while he wishes safety for them, he doesn't resent the responsibility they all have for each other.

Anyway, at the very least, it probably means that the other man doesn't know a way out of here.

He just smiles in response, startling a little at the sight of the bird, though quickly amused by how domesticated it appears to be. ]

This yours? I've never seen a bird like this before.

[ Never seen a man like this before either, but that's besides the point. ]

[fistallday]

Aye, that's me girl! Say hi, Popoto.

[ Said fat bird just keeps eating bread. Not the brightest animal. The big, staring googly eyes don't help make her look much smarter. ]

She's just a wee dodo. When she grows up, she'll be as big as me. Pro'lly gonna get eaten 'fore then, honestly, but I love me lil' love.

[snuggies]

[ That heart warming introduction takes a sudden turn, and it takes Scott a moment to catch up, doing a double take when the reality of the other man’s words sink in. ]

You’re… raising her to eat her?

[ Scott’s no vegetarian (a vegetarian werewolf is as normal as a vegetarian human, but it sounds hilarious for some reason), but the thought of eating an animal he raised as a pet is kind of strange. ]

Is food scarce around here?

[fistallday]

[ Dori pauses, his uncovered eye moving from the guy, to his bird, to the bread he's using to feed the bird, to all the fish and meat he's lazily cooking up because he wants a snack, then back at the dude. ]

... no, she came wit' me from 'ome. Just sayin' it as a joke, mate. Food is nae an issue 'round 'ere.

[snuggies]

[ ... That was a joke.

Scott's surprise had been so genuine that it takes a moment to vanish, and instead a small grin breaks over his face, sheepish and a little amused at his own cluelessness. ]

Oh. Yeah, of course it was a joke.

[ It's not like Scott thinks this guys is some wild that raised pets to kill and eat them.

He looks down at the bird, and then back up at the man, a bit more at ease. ]

I could just sort of understand, if she got as big as you. That's a lot of meat.

[fistallday]

[ His smile turns a little cheeky, quirking at the corners. ]

Oh, bein' a big fella, I'm good at wrasslin' other big meat.

[snuggies]

[ Scott smiles back, not exactly warmed to the stranger's presence, but at least appreciative of the humour and ease. ]

That's your choice, right? This place comes stocked with food? Who provides it?

[ Slipping back into an interrogation. ]

[fistallday]

Could nae tell ye. Folks go out huntin', the weird magitek voice talks sometimes... part o' the mission, better feed me to do it.