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route666radio2025-04-23 06:28 pm
wereperrito) wrote in route666radio2025-04-23 06:28 pm
[Video+Action, post moon-warp]
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.]
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.]
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It's a mean thing to think, which is why the words don't leave its mouth, but what escapes instead is just as spiteful.]
Everyone believes that right up until there’s a pile of dead humans on the floor.
[It can hear ART's voice in the back of its head - stop talking. It's losing control of the conversation now too, and it knows it. It tries to make up for the failure by taking the measurement, as though that's a distraction from the shit it just said.]
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[Sometimes it was even on purpose. Sometimes it had been people he cared about. He holds out his hand for the measuring tape back, refusing to be baited into trading angry words.]
If you are worried, SecUnit, then we will come up with plans. The way I do for my wolf form. That way you and everyone around you will know what to do if you become a danger. With all of us having these changes, not many people are helpless humans anymore.
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Sure.
[It wants to say it's different somehow, but it's fought the wolf. It knows that it's actually pretty hard to effectively contain something it doesn't want to kill when it's a wild animal and not a weak human. So even though it wants to argue, it just. Doesn't. Because that'd be shitty to Jack. Also, more importantly;]
... Tying up or whatever isn't going to work. For either of us.
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[He collects his measuring tape and turns back to his table, sorting through piles of fabric.]
Chains do work, though, for the most part. Do you have a preference for color?
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[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.
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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.
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[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?
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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...]
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[All good? All good, apparently, as far as SecUnit is concerned, it seems to have hit its usual limit for socializing, already turning towards the door.
Would it have acted any differently in this moment if it knew it was about to be turned into rock for a few weeks? Probably not. It needs to escape before Jack does something like being sentimental at it.]