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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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[She manages a weak laugh, but she's decidedly leaning toward him a little more.]
Nah, you're like the nicest guy here.
[One of the nicest guys she'd ever encountered period, actually. The only rivals she could think of... well, one was a lot more on the tough-love side than Jack, and the other one wanted to turn into a big snake and eat people.]
... I normally don't go in for the touchy feely crap so much.
[Not that it was... awful, exactly. This was probably the least upset she'd felt around it since it happened.]
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[He sounds pleased, though, because he does try to be a good person, and he's not always sure he does a good job. Mostly, sure, he's relatively realistic about the type of person he is, but even being kind and decent doesn't always go over the way he'd like it to.]
And you seem to be doing okay with it right now. Maybe you just need more practice.
[He does take the hint, though, and loosens his arm enough to sit back. And then he kisses the side of her head, in a very clearly brotherly fashion, before climbing back to his feet. There is still stew to dish out.]
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But she neither objects nor moves to leave. Instead she just asks something... entirely out of left field, even for her.]
You cook for people back home?
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Sometimes. I am not usually hosting people, though, they are more often hosting me, so only if they have food around and are willing to let me cook.
[He makes an amused little noise as he collects bowls from a cupboard over the stove, and adds,]
My friend Ted is actually a better cook than I am, even if he has a ridiculous preference for take-out.