video; un: wallofsleep

[cacophonish]

[ Here's a YOUUUUTH, drunk off of moon-themed cocktails, laying back on a park bench, a red cloak spread out beneath him. It's totally at odds with the rest of his outfit: ratty jeans, a Hawaiian shirt, and a leather bomber jacket. But damn it, he's rocking the Lil Red Riding Hood look all the same.

And he's singing, eyes closed, seemingly to himself. Just, y'know, tipsy and enjoying all the celebration and revelry going on. ]

Under blue moon I saw you... So so~ooon you'll take me... up in your arms, too late to beg you, or cancel it though I know it must be: the killing time. [ He smiles dreamily, exhaling. ] Unwillingly mine...

[ Now he opens his eyes. It's harder to seem all chill and laid back when he's actually looking at... whoever the hell this message is for. There's a haunted look in his eyes, and his smile seems forced, almost a grimace. It's the smile of a hostage trying to assure their would-be rescuers that everything's fine! ]

Hey, whoever the werewolf is, can you come and bite me already? [ He makes a face, wrinkling his nose, as if really thinking on it. ] That's how the game's played, right?

Comments

In person

[nobasisinfact]

[Richard isn't going to admit to being the vampire, that's for sure. He isn't, however, going to say he's not. What he will admit is that he noticed the young man staggering out of the festivities and suspected that he was (1) drunk, and (2) probably going to end up with alcohol poisoning. So he'd followed him, making his way to the bench and resting a bottle of water against the man's head.]

Drink.

[It's not condescending, more like a father taking care of their child. He'd gotten used to this while Charlie was in her early 20's. Smart as she was, she did spend a lot of time socializing.]

[cacophonish]

Hey... [ Jeff looks up at him, blinking slowly, before one lazy hand reaches for the water bottle. It takes him a couple tries to actually get his hand around it. He doesn't drink from it, though, just presses the cool bottle to his forehead, before breaking out in a grin. ]

You don't look like a big bad wolf.

[nobasisinfact]

I can't say I've been called that before.

[The corner of his mouth quirks up slightly.]

audio: persephone

[threshes]

[Now, she knows that he ain't the poet, but there's something familiar about that haunted look all the same, so she just asks:]

Ya need a drink, brother?

[cacophonish]

Technicallyyyyy... I'm not supposed to.

[ LIKE HE'S NOT DRUNK ALREADY. He lifts a finger to his lips and giggles. ]

Shh. Don't tell my case manager.

[ Which means: yes he needs a drink, bring him one immediately. ]

[threshes]

Why ain’t ya supposed to and what’s a case worker?

audio un:pnwsalex

[11calls]

[Well, that's not good.]

Sounds like you could do with some water or some food. Where are you?

[cacophonish]

Uhh... Under the sea? [ Look, it's not inaccurate. ] In a park. It's pretty here...

[ A LONG BEAT, then he admits: ]

I could go for a pizza.

[11calls]

Well, lucky for you I just happen to have found a pretty decent New York style place if you tell them to keep it just cheese and pepperoni.

[Look, there was some weird shit on that first pizza she ordered.]

I can grab some and meet you, if you give me better directions than just a park.

audio: marshes

[gristle]

Why the hell would you want to be bitten?

[cacophonish]

Because then I'd get badass werewolf powers.

audio - un: snow

[fuckingtragedy]

Not sure there's any werewolves here, mate.

[cacophonish]

Hm...

Sounds like something a werewolf would say...

video un: nemesis

[wasinnocent]

[ The look she's giving the camera is a mixture of amused and curious. ] What game do you think you're playing?

[cacophonish]

Uh... [ He squints, thinking. ] A really... elaborate game of tag?

in person -- just, you know, because

[morethanatrickster]

[One thing to be said about the Sphere: it can be abysmally boring, but when a lost new person happens drunkenly upon a nearby park bench, playing that stupid game the residents seem so fond of, a trickster is given ideas. Thanks to Tommy, this previous October, Loki was introduced to the concepts of horror movies and haunted houses, and he has a very convincing image on a werewolf in mind to give this new person exactly what they've requested.

The transformation goes off without a hitch, and he hopes he can give a convincing roar when the time comes. In his magically altered state, Loki prowls toward the park bench low, on all fours, chuffing and scenting the ground as he approaches. The form he's taken is covered in thick black fur, the eyes a piercing shade of green.

Once he's close enough to begin pretending to sniff (his sense of smell isn't heightened in the least) at the drunken singer, a low and hopefully authentic (it's very horror-movie sounding) growl emits from his throat.]

[cacophonish]

[ Jeff's a little out of it when Loki approaches. He's singing quietly to himself, in a weird, strained, almost desperate kind of way, and his first thought, when something big and furry starts to sniff him, is OOOH, A DOG! He rolls over on the bench and looks it in its wolfy face with a spacey, dreamy smile. ]

Heeey there, puppy.

[ PAT PAT.

...

wait.

Cue a slow deer in headlights look. ]

Fuuuuck...

Video un: redwitch

[minus1twin]

I think you misunderstand the rules.

[Or maybe he just wants to be bitten?]

[cacophonish]

I'm just making it more exciting.

[ A beat, then he sighs. ]

Okay, okay, I totally don't understand the rules.

video; un: Eclipse

[brightboy]

[He looks bemused when he responds.]

I think you've had enough of those moon cocktails.

[cacophonish]

[ A whine: ] Noooooo...

I could have-- [ He holds up three fingers. ] --two more and still be fine.

[ He blinks and looks up at his hand, and how many fingers he's holding up. ]

Three more. Three more drinks!

text.un.Fuckingfabulous

[flammablepitch]

[Have some emotionless text.]

You're supposed to hunt down the werewolf, not beg for it to bite you.

[There's a pause in the text before.]

Besides, if it did bit you it'd probably die of alcohal poisoning.

[cacophonish]

[ Screw you, Mr. Write-y Guy, he's going to respond to text WITH MORE VIDEO. ]

Uhhhh... [ He puts on his Thinking face. ] If it comes over here, bites me, and dies of alcohol poisoning, theeeennnn... wouldn't that make me win the hunt?

Video

[ihadstrings]

[Have a nine foot tall robot staring at the screen with the most unimpressed expression on his face.]

Great. More weirdos. How the hell does this place attract them like flies to honey?

[cacophonish]

[ Blink blink. Is this real??? He's too drunk to really process this. ]

Did I just get insulted by a Transformer?