[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

[wereperrito]

Nope. Serph led with the biting part. "Or both at the same time," Jack says blithely, knowing it's likely to get a reaction and trying not to make it worse. "Some people are into that." Like apparently Serph and John. "And I am not afraid of it." He glances over at John over the rim of his bowl. "There is nothing wrong with sex, John. Or rough sex, if that is a thing you or Serph like. I simply don't want to be in the way."

[thetatters]

John looks pained.

"Of course," he says, again in that tone of pretending-to-understand. Attempting to reassure without truly comprehending how; he's simply putting on the right tone in hope that the conversation will work out in his favor. "I appreciate that, Jack. Thank you."

At least he's now certain that Serph was appropriately vague. Rough sex is a baffling phrase that he has to repeat under his breath to try and comprehend: what are the bounds of that, in human terms? Probably not drowning to the point of unconsciousness. Nor the attempted severing and devouring of limbs. Nor the frankly unkind uses he found for Serph's body.

Perhaps that last one has merit. If only he could ask Arthur.

"You certainly won't be in the way. I'd much rather you be there." He says it, as usual, with such earnest frankness that it probably isn't a come-on.

[bufudine]

Serph blinks slowly.

Again?

A repeat never occurred to him, especially when it had been the result of them fighting and ultimately lead to the wolf running free. He has a furrowed brow, the sort of pinched expression he sometimes gets when he feels like he's missing something that would allow him to follow the train of thought.

Carefully, he asks, "Aren't we trying to avoid a repeat? So the wolf doesn't get loosed again?"

[serialmurderbot]

They got distracted?

[SecUnit sounds - annoyed by this, actually. It thought better of Serph.

It's partially this annoyance that means Jack's abrupt change of topics throws it for a loop. What color of chains? Wait, no. Right, the masks.]

Whatever's dark.

[wereperrito]

[Jack waves a hand, a little irritably about the whole situation, but not terribly so.]

Moon warp things. They wound up fighting each other, and I got away.

[Not the whole story, but as much as he's willing to share without their permission. It's not great, but he can't really be that mad about it, either.]

I've talked it over with Serph and we're going to work out a better plan for next time. If you would like to be more directly involved with them both, next time, I wouldn't say no.

[wereperrito]

After all this time, Jack is fairly sure John, at least, has no real interest in him in that fashion. Serph, the jury's still out, but he's not going to push on it yet either. So he doesn't take it as anything other than the same invitation as before. "I'll be there, then," he promises again.

And he's aware he clearly lost John at some point in there, but he'd really rather just leave this conversation for after Serph has his talk with him. It will be easier when at least those two are on the same page. He's content to let it be. Instead, he says, only half-teasing, "But you, my friend, need to promise to take a shower at some point, too. When is the last time you actually got clean?"

[wereperrito]

Jack blinks, back, and then laughs a little. "Not the moon warp part, Serph. The sex part. I would very much prefer that you not get distracted during the moon warp again, no, but if you and John want to have sex again, in whatever form that happens, I'm sure that could be arranged."

[bufudine]

Serph's perplexed frown remains pasted on his face as his confusion only deepens. He's not sure why Jack thinks he (and John??) want to have sex again. That was just the result of the moon warp and the confusing whirl of impulses from almost dying from John drowning him and his demon's renewed hunger upon being brought back from the brink by John, wasn't it?

...Wasn't it?

Maybe he should ask John. Even if he's not human, maybe he'd have some idea of why Jack thinks that. Or what Jack means by in whatever form that happens.

"There's nothing to arrange." He's sure of it. His rests his other hand on top of Jack's. "We won't be distracted again."

Now that he has some idea of the cause, then it's a simple matter of taking precautions. It's just like when he first gained his demon. He'd been taken off guard by the roaring hunger, but the next time he maintained control.

[serialmurderbot]

Maybe.

[It's not promising anything, but - there's a look on its face that says it's almost certainly going to do that.

It's Security. of course it's going to.]

How long do you need to finish these?

[thetatters]

John blinks at him, then looks appropriately chagrined; he ducks his head with a huff.

"Fine, yes. Very well." Is Jack claiming that he smells? It's only been a few days. Arthur didn't bathe for months, and... well, yes, it was unpleasant. But they got used to it. It was— well, not fine, actually. God damn it. "I'm still not used to it! The showers. We didn't have those, back... back where I'm from."

He is usually careful not to speak of home except in the vaguest terms of agreement or allusion. He has leaned eagerly into implying a charmingly old-fashioned little town, or at least, his own vision of one. Better not to give specifics, since he made the mistake of saying 1934 to Akechi, who then started in about World War Two as though he ought to care. Better to be vague.

In reality, he has painted a picture of apocalyptic squalor. He knows how hospital corners ought to look, but can't fold a sheet; he regards their tiny bedroom as luxurious and has never seen a salad. At least neither Serph nor Jack ever seems to press at the gaps in his cover.

[definitionofcrazy]

[Your cooperation is both noted and appreciated, Jack, she's gonna need a few hours to process how she feels about that.]

Can't blame him, I'd kill for some Pizza Hut.

[Not that she'd know, exactly- nobody's ever accused her of being anything remotely approaching 'domestic,' cooking for her involves reading the microwave directions on a frozen dinner package.]

But hey, long as the stew doesn't puff out with a little skull-and-crossbones like in the cartoons, I figure we're five by five.

[wereperrito]

[Jack leaves the question of the moon warp alone, then. SecUnit can show up, or not, as it pleases.]

A few days, probably. I'll have to make a pattern and test it, and see how many layers I'll need to use to get a decent stiffness to it. But not more than that.

[And probably right after SecUnit winds up in a husk, so...]

maybe wrap this one?

[wereperrito]

[That earns her chuckle, and then Jack's ladling stew into the bowls.]

I promise I will not poison you.

[He offers her one of the bowls with a smile. When they're done, they can get the scarf for her, but food comes first.]

[wereperrito]

"Okay," Jack says, and he's willing to leave it be for now. He's pushed the poor fellow enough for one day.

Instead, he gives Serph's hand a little squeeze, then lets go and stands up. "Well, as long as you're here, I can give you your new shirts. I finished them yesterday, but hadn't gotten around to getting them to you."

[wereperrito]

Except he's talking to somebody who lived through the same time period, and who has already guessed from a variety of things that John is from sometime in the past, from the time he got taken. This is just another check in the "early 20th century" check list.

"It took me a little while to get used to showers when they became popular," Jack allows. "But they're very convenient. I never quite managed the two-minute shower, but it's still much quicker and easier than drawing a full bath."

[bufudine]

Serph blinks in surprise. He had no idea Jack was making him new clothes. His expression softens as he likewise stands, nodding in appreciation while Jack goes to get the shirts.

He feels... better, after talking to Jack.

Still a little concerned about falling into old patterns, but no longer having the lingering sense of dread he'd felt since the moon warp. (And perhaps a little more confused thanks to the new knowledge Jack has imparted on him...)

[ooc: And that seems like a good stopping point :> ]