( 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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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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[armoured]

Oh, you're new?

[It feels pretty strange to say that, when he's hardly been here that long himself.]

I don't think there is any specific room or structure, I just kind of-- found an empty one and claimed it as my own. Why don't we see if we can find you one together?

[snuggies]

Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I mean—if I'm not interrupting anything?

[ Because presumably Alphonse had been in the kitchen for a reason.

Regardless, Scott starts the task of gathering up his air mattress and folding it up. ]

[armoured]

No, not at all.

[He gestures back to where some sandwiches are sitting out on a chopping board.]

I was just going to bring some lunch to my brother, but he can come and get it himself. Or-- I guess you could have them, if you were hungry? Come on, let's go find you somewhere to stay.

[snuggies]

[ He is kind of hungry. In the sense that he’s a fairly active eighteen-year-old boy, and he’ll eat whatever food is put in front of him without much difficulty. But he can wait, and it feels kind of rude to just take sandwiches from someone he doesn’t even know. ]

Nah, that’s okay. I’m pretty excited to find a place to hole up.

[ Hitching the folded mattress under his arm, he makes his way outside, the hallways pristine and not in the least familiar or illuminating to him. ]

[armoured]

[Al abandons the sandwiches, someone is sure to come along and eat them even if it's not his brother, and follows his new friend out into the corridor. He has to duck to get through the doorway, somehow looking even more massive in the confined hall.]

There were quite a few rooms near the one I found for me and my brother that were empty; here, follow me and I'll show you.

[snuggies]

[ He notices it once Alphonse starts to walk - werewolf hearing too sensitive not to notice how the armour almost seems to ring hollow as Alphonse moves. There's no shift of clothing, or heaviness to his steps.

It's strange, because even a robot would (probably?) have weight to it, or Scott imagines he'd hear the whirring of its processors. (Okay, maybe he and Stiles had spent time talking about what crazy things they might encounter in the future, something cool instead of murderous.)

But he's not rude or abrupt enough to ask, so he just moves on, continuing to fix Alphonse with a quiet, grateful expression. ]

Thanks a lot, I'd probably just end up walking in circles on my own. [ He looks over to meet Alphonse's gaze. ] Did you and your brother come here together?

[armoured]

Uh huh, just a couple of hours apart. I'm really lucky, without Ed here it would have been a lot harder to get settled.

[He keeps clomping down the corridor, having no idea that Scott could possibly hear that he's hollow or the lack of heartbeat from inside the armour. He thinks his secret is pretty safe.]

Is there anyone here you know too?

[snuggies]

I don't think so. [ He answers without really thinking about it. ] I can't really smell anyone familiar.

[ Never mind that Alphonse has no idea why Scott would be able to smell better than any other person. ]

Everything's a little overwhelming, but I'm sure I could pick one of them out.

[armoured]

---wait, you can smell people that are familiar to you?

[What the heck is that all about?]

Do they not wash very often, or something?

[snuggies]

[ There's a moment where Scott has to stop himself from replying: yeah, teenagers, y'know before he realizes what Alphonse is really asking.

A little bit of colour finds his face then, and his eyebrows draw in embarrassment. ]

Uh, I have a really good sense of smell?

[ Is there even a point in keeping his werewolf identity a secret? ]

[armoured]

Good enough to tell your friends from other people, do they wear a really distinct perfume?

[He has no idea werewolves are even a thing outside of stories.]

[snuggies]

[ He can't help it: his lips press together to stifle a laugh, because it's such an innocent and puzzled response. It's been a while since he's met someone that doesn't know what he is, and isn't out to kill him for it.

It's refreshing. ]

Not exactly. I guess you could just say I have a supernatural sense of smell.

[ His gaze cants over to the boy at his side, and his next words imply that he's noticed something about Alphonse, but vague enough to show that he won't press the issue. ]

For example, I can smell that you don't sweat.

[armoured]

W-What?!

[He falters a step before he can stop himself, nearly crashing right into the wall before he manages to right himself and keep going. His voice, already high pitched, just gets higher out of nerves.]

Of course I sweat! I'm just not sweating right now, it's... uh, I'm really cold, you see, and so-- uh...

[ABORT!]

[snuggies]

[ Whoops, obviously Scott had wandered in State Secrets territory with that one.

He wants to laugh a little at how panicked Alphonse sounds, but manages to restrain himself, pressing his lips firmly together and shifting his gaze away. ]

Yeah, I'm sure that's it. [ He tries not to look too amused, and fails pretty colossally.

Then, he moves on to keep Alphonse from panicking and running into more walls. ]

It's pretty chilly, do you know how far underwater we are?

[armoured]

[He's not an idiot, he can tell from that expression that his lies haven't exactly been accepted, but at least Scott isn't pushing it and letting them move on.

He will grasp that conversation topic with both hands, thank you.]

I'm not sure exactly, but it's pretty deep. I got lost trying to find my way back here one night, it's so dark this far down, so be careful if you go out into the ocean.