( 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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[onethousen]

[ She shakes her head... before she nods. Has she been here long? Long for her. Weeks. Months. But not as long as the people here before her. ]

A few months, maybe. There are a bunch of the crew who's been here longer. It's nice to meet you, Scott-san.

[ As if a ten year old confessing she's been here for months is reassuring ]

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[ Months... She's saying that quite calmly, while Scott only feels the cold creep of dread in his stomach. He can't stay here for that long. Teenagers are dying left and right in Beacon Hills; Theo's manipulating them all and getting away with it because Scott trusted him; and he really needs to pass AP Biology if he wants to get into UC Davis.

He should probably just kiss his graduation plans goodbye.

But he can't really breakdown in front of a little girl, so instead he just breathes out - ]

Oh. [ ... ] It's nice to meet you too. You're pretty brave, staying here so long without your parents.

[onethousen]

[ Her eyes cloud over, gaze dropping down and away from the new guy. He says something like that as if there's a choice. It's what makes her look back up to him, shoulders set, jaw firm. ]

I don't have a choice. Crying about it doesn't change that it's still real. Anyway, are you hungry?

[ This doesn't feel like bravery. It feels like necessity. She makes a scooping motion with her hand, inviting Scott to move along with her. ]

There's junk food in the kitchen. It might help you feel better... I could make you tea, too. We've got honey pearls, and they're just like sugar. There's also a lot of apple juice.

[ No, she still doesn't really understand why. Her ease in shifting topics has everything to do with shutting down hearing how she's brave for something she has no control over. Brave for managing to face the scary things here? Sure. But not for staying without her parents.

That was not at any time her choice. ]

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[ Bravery isn't always a choice either, Scott thinks quietly as he watches her, feeling the shift in her body language. At least that's how it feels to him. Like being a hard worker isn't always a choice; a necessity born out of circumstance, and the inability to deal with the consequences of not stepping up to the challenge. Scott's more afraid of being haunted by guilt.

But those are his experiences, and he knows that what a person presents can be quite different from the reality. Chihiro seems considerably more put together than any other little girl that Scott might know, but he shouldn't presume. ]

Sure, I can do with a sandwich or something. [ And a hamburger, and pizza, and fries, and pasta, and everything because he's a teenage boy and he's perpetually running on either an appetite for food or sex, and his libido has shut down for the foreseeable future.

He follows along after her, casting one last glance toward the wall where he'd banged his forehead. There's a slight smudge there. ]

Would you mind telling me a little about this place?

[onethousen]

[ Chihiro keeps a smart lead, slowing down after a moment when the lack of rush and the short distance re-registers in her mind. She breathes out in a sigh, brushing the hair back off her face. A small, quarter-sized furball pokes above the edge of her collar, staring up at Scott from beyond the sanctuary of Chihiro's ponytail. Soon enough, the furball is hidden once again. ]

I don't mind. I'll answer your questions as best as I can.

[ She pauses, glancing back up toward him over her shoulder. The furball appears again, this time to pop up and reach out with a tiny, tiny paw to pat Chihiro's chin as she speaks. Idly, she reaches up and wiggles a fingertip for the rabite. ]

I'll warn you, most of us can talk mind to mind once we get here. It's in URSULA's vaccination for when we first arrive or something like that. If you hear someone talking in your head, talk back before deciding if you're crazy or anything.

[ She's sincere in this bit of advice, for all it sounds like she's being absurd. The kitchen opens up before them as they walk on, nested tables closed, counters mostly clean. People and drones have kept the base in fairly clean condition. ]

I'm not sure how much bread we have. Do you mind seaweed wraps?

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Seaweed...?

[ He scrunches his nose a little at the thought. Scott's lived in California his own life, so it's not like he's not vaguely aware of Japanese cuisine, but he also happens to live in the boonies: Beacon Hills, population 30 000. Sushi always seemed like some fantasy food that rich people ate anyway.

They're not even talking about Japanese food right now, but seaweed doesn't really appeal to him. ]

Uhh, I guess. What about rice or—

[ Wait a minute. ]

Wait, hold up. [ He stops, fixing her with a puzzled squint. ] Everyone here has telepathy? So someone could read my mind?

Re: not a tag

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oh my god kc i live in a town of 30,000 rn and there's nothing here???

what is 14,000 like????

COW POPULATION u r killing me

Re: not a tag

[onethousen]

LMASD

its like you recognise many faces and also you have two grocery stores


and also many trees and mountains and you go hiking or you lvoe the internet so now we know my sordid history

[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.