[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.]

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[hexrot]

What would you suggest for antlers?

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[faceguy]

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

[Not just for cold, anymore.]

[->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]

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

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.

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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?

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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?

[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.

[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...

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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]

[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.

[faceguy]

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

[There's some shuffling around.]

I'll be there in just a few minutes.

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: [Audio]

[wereperrito]

Not very. And like I said, it's only scraps. I don't think I could make a whole anything out of it. Maybe a pair of gloves?

If we can find a book on it here in this world I would be willing to give it a try. I'm sure we could find somewhere on the convoy to try it. Though I do seem to recall it being a somewhat, er, smelly process...

Re: text

[wereperrito]

I don't need anything in exchange it's fine :) just come down so I can get your measurements and you can tell me what color you would like

[wereperrito]

Okay! I will be here.

[Making sure the cloak is in fact in perfect condition. He may be using some phantom fire to smooth out any wrinkles. Thankfully the stuff doesn't actually burn...]

[wereperrito]

[No, she is not fine, he can tell. She smells... well, half-dead, really. Jack turns down the burner on his stew, and steps over to see what she's got.]

Oh, clothes! Fabric, that's wonderful. I can probably reuse most of that. If I'm lucky I can even just tailor some of it rather than having to take it apart and re-use the pieces.

[He turns around, looking for-- ah. He leans over to grab a plastic laundry basket he'd picked up somewhere along the way, letting her put the bundle into that for him to go through.]

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?

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?

[Audio]

[purplexing]

Scraps can still be pieced together if there's enough, but if it's not a whole lot, I don't want to monopolize it all. Was hoping for something to use for boots. ...although I wonder what the point would be if we just end up with funkier feet again.

The smell is a thing yes.

[faceguy]

[And he arrives, as promised, about ten minutes later. Though, he looks a bit different than last time Jack saw him; mainly in that the cracks in his shell have opened into actual gaps. Most notably, right now, in the middle of his chest, where his heart is visible within, beating very slowly.]

Uh... hey! [He greets with a hand raised, trying to stay casual, though he's a bit hunched in on himself. He knows his appearance is pretty gruesome now.]

[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?

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?"

[hexrot]

My offer stays on the table.

[ even if he won't take anything now, he's opened to do something now that he's in debt. and if not anything engineered, anything that is needed of him at any point. eventually, jayce hobbles his way over to wherever jack is, in torn pants to accomodate his hooved legs, and a regular t-shirt that has been sewn to close at the torn neck, but god. it was done by hands that were untalented in tailoring. ]

Jack?