[Video+Action, post moon-warp]

[wereperrito]

Hello all!

This is Jack, from my little nook in the convoy where I make and repair clothes.

[He smiles at the camera, showing off the fluffy little fox ears he is now sporting instead of regular ears, and the white streaks in his blue-gray hair, then turns his radio device around to show the little shop. It is, frankly, less like a shop and more like a workspace, with fabric in cabinets on the walls and a pair of tables and some chairs, with more fabric strewn across them, some in good condition and some in less-good condition.]

I just wanted all of our new people to know that if the moon warp ruined your clothes, I can probably help. I have mostly figured out trousers, I think, and I am still working on proper shirts, though I can make, um, cloaks and drapes and things.

[He sets the camera down on one of the tables, and sits down to face it.]

I did want to, er, also tell everyone something else. I know we are all... changing. Into something we might call monsters, some of us. I just wanted to say I was a monster before I came here. Not a-- not a bad person, no, not a cruel person, but a werewolf. I turn into a beast once a month on the full moon, like moon warps here.

So. So I just wanted everyone to know, I have done this before. This changing, this becoming something else for a time. I don't know if it will help anyone, but if it can-- I wanted everyone to know.

[He has "come out" piecemeal to various people, here and there, and it's gone well. But now he's doing it to everyone, to people he's never talked to. It's a little scary, but he's doing it.

And now that he's done it, he hesitates, then fumbles for the radio to turn it off without further comment.

He will be available in his shop most evenings, for people to come by to get clothing repaired or measured for, or for people to ask questions, and of course he's around the convoy or in his van during the day when they're on the move.]

Comments

[Audio]

[purplexing]

...got any leather?

[Pointedly avoiding change talk, but they already kind of touched on that subject and after his first moon warp experience, Donnie's perspective on it has not much improved.]

Re: [Audio]

[wereperrito]

Er... hrm.

[There's rustling sounds, and the creak of a cabinet door as he searches.]

I have a some scraps of some kind of faux leather, I think, that I scavenged, but it doesn't look like I have anything real.

I wish I knew how to tan. We can get hides from animal-monsters but if we can't tan them, they'll go bad if I try to make anything out of them.

[Audio]

[purplexing]

Real leather'd be better. More durable. How thick's the faux one?

I've only read about how to tan but it's a pretty long process and I don't think our being on the constant move would make it an easy one to sustain, especially without proper ingredients and equipment.

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[hexrot]

What would you suggest for antlers?

Re: text

[wereperrito]

a button-up shirt. I am making a wrap thing for Serph to use around his wings, but for antlers any shirt that you put on over your back rather than over your head will work

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[hexrot]

I'm an engineer. I've got spare parts after the raid. Is there something I can make or fix for you in exchange?

audio;

[faceguy]

Hey Jack. Uh, so… I may be needing clothes from you sooner than I thought.

[Not just for cold, anymore.]

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[wereperrito]

Oh! I have your cloak actually. It's ready. It's fancier than a poncho, it swirls nicely, and even has a hood.

I can see about altering my pattern for trousers to work under your shell.

Feel free to come by and we can talk about it?

[faceguy]

Oh, really? Hey, nice, thanks! I owe you one.

[There's some shuffling around.]

I'll be there in just a few minutes.

[->Action pretty much immediately.]

[definitionofcrazy]

[It's not long after the broadcast that Faith rolls up to Jack's van and knocks. She's got a loose bundle of wrinkled but otherwise clean clothing, salvaged from the houses they passed a few weeks back and never worn.

She also looks like hell. The fur and tail are- blessedly- gone, but her skin is pale and slightly gaunt now, her eyes dark not from makeup but from the shrinking and mottling of the skin. She looks, well... a little corpsey. She's got a scarf cinched tightly around her neck. It looks a little frazzled, as if she's been wearing the same one for a long time.]

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[wereperrito]

[Jack has his van's side door open, as he uses the little stove in his house-van to try and make a stew out of a snake-bird one of his traps caught. He glances over at her at the knock, then does a little double-take as he takes in both her appearance and the stressed smell of her.]

Faith? Are you all right?

[definitionofcrazy]

Uh, yeah.

[No.]

Yeah, I heard your message, figured maybe you could use some of this stuff. Material, or whatever.

[She holds up the loose bundle of clothing.]

Picked it up back when we were salvaging that abandoned town, this is the stuff I'm probably never gonna wear, so...

[Audio]

[serialmurderbot]

[Is the radio acting up? ... Maybe, but if it is the interference must be on SecUnit's end, given the degree of buzzing that seems to be overlaying its voice.]

Let me know if anyone gives you a hard time.

Re: [Audio]

[wereperrito]

No one has yet, but thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

[That sure is some buzzing there, SecUnit. He considers whether to ask, but then just does, because you can't learn anything if you don't try.]

You aren't in the middle of a bee swarm, are you?

[serialmurderbot]

[There's a long pause that completely derails any follow up SecUnit might have wanted to make about people being shitty to Jack.]

... No.

[The sound is still there, modulating along with SecUnit's inflections.]

It's a moon warp... thing. Can you make something?

Video?

[discolouredwings]

[It was tragic, because Jack was getting a close up of another fuzzy fox ear and the side of someone's head. So most of what was on screen was reddish-brown hair with flecks of grey.

Because Natsuhi was holding her device to her head like a phone.]

I'm able to sew if you need help. It seems like there's no end to things that mending...

Re: Video?

[wereperrito]

So far I don't have more work than it takes to keep reasonably busy, but I will remember that if things get worse!

Do you have experience tailoring and creating clothes? Or just mending?

Action

[bufudine]

Serph had heard Jack talking about being a werewolf on the radio. Knowing the hesitation that Jack had before divulging that information to him when they first met, he wonders what courage Jack had found to talk about it more openly. He hopes Jack receives the response he wants... and if anyone hurts Jack for it, then he'd personally step in.

It's some time later that Serph shows up at Jack's shop, stepping across the threshold but not much further in.

"I heard your radio message," he says quietly by way of greeting. "Has anyone given you trouble?"

Re: Action

[wereperrito]

"Surprisingly, no," Jack says, flashing Serph a warm smile. Things have been awkward since the moon warp, but he refuses to let it sour anything, dammit. "Or maybe not so surprisingly. With everyone going through changes, and so many people from different worlds, no one has even specifically brought it up." He's rather more surprised by that, he at least expected some questions, but still. Not complaining.

[Voice][Locked]

[constantvrunning]

Is there... any part of how it was like, that you want to talk about?

[Jack helped them, not so long ago. V could at least return the favor, be a shoulder to lean on.

That, and they don't exactly have any clothing requests at the moment.]

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[wereperrito]

I have been this way for a very long time. I accepted how my life was going to be long, long ago. I do not know that I need to... work through anything, really.

Mostly I want everyone else to know that-- it is not the end of the world, being something a little bit monstrous. You can still be you. We can still be us. And people can still love us. You know?

Audio

[hatethereaper]

[This is the first time Echo's made any attempt to use the radios, an attempt he finally makes because the information about clothes is of interest to him.]

Are you the only one working on clothing for the Convoy? Because I may be able to be of assistance.

Re: Audio

[wereperrito]

Well, I have not had a lot of people come ask me to work on things for them. I am not extremely busy yet. But if you want to come down and talk about it, I am here for the rest of the evening. Most evenings, really.

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[thetatters]

In the wake of the Moon Warp, things are... uncomfortable. The silence in their shared room, their shared bed, grows oppressive. Jack sleeps elsewhere more than he had before, and those nights are the most starkly silent. John merely pretends not to notice: those long nights lying between the pair, listening to their breathing, gives him far too much time to think.

He doesn't know how much Serph confessed. How much Jack knows. Before, he'd been privately relieved, cruel though it may be, that Jack remembered nothing of the Moon Warp— nothing of John in the shape and flaring temper of the King.

Every shower unravels his form again to curling tentacles and the damned white mask. It sours his mood every time. Better to spend more of his days hiding from himself in Arthur's stolen skin, so he showers less often and lingers close to the Convoy far more. He would not deign to call it sulking. Brooding? Perhaps.

Perhaps that's why Jack offers him the new cloak: as a kind gesture, a peace offering. A gift. John has had so few gifts in his long life that each one remains a joy, and so here he is at Jack's van, waiting eagerly for the stew to be ready while Jack goes to fetch the finished cloak.

"It smells marvelous," he says grandly, and means it. "What did you put in it?" He has been learning about ingredients.

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[wereperrito]

Jack is unfolding it from the basket he'd kept it in, between the bucket seats in the front of the van. "Hmm? Oh. A lizard thing with fur and blue scales. It was very interesting looking, but I think it will probably mostly taste like chicken. The meat had that kind of smell. There is also pepper and something that looks like potato but tastes like squash. I think it tastes pretty good."

He's just glad John is talking, because not-talking is so much worse. He's mostly reconnected with Serph, he thinks, but John is still uncertain. Especially when John has clearly not been bathing much. It concerns him that John isn't taking care of himself. Feeding him is, at least, as much of an attempt to look after him as a way to re-established some kind of normalcy.