route666radio | [Video+Action, post moon-warp]

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[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.]

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...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.]

What would you suggest for antlers?

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

[Not just for cold, anymore.]

[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.]

[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.

[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...

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?"

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.]

[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.

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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