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[semifreakingnormal]

[Private to Beacon Hills Pack]

[When Scott turns on the feed in the Enclosure, he looks calm. Like, studiously calm, concentrating on being calm. When he sees the recording light come on, he glances over his shoulder and up, then shifts the camera in the same direction, until it focuses on the moon. A very full moon.]

After Amsterdam, we need practice. The good news is it just...feels different, in here. Like it's not as strong. I'm gonna tell the whole ship that they might wanna stay away tonight, but Isaac, Jackson - I know you're awake [but don't ask him how] - we should totally take advantage of this.

Plus - [He turns, facing the camera out as she does. He's in a forest.] There's plenty of room to run, and no people to get lost.

I'll meet you guys at the door. Everyone else - um, up to you. After last time, I don't want it to get....complicated. [He doesn't want Jackson to accidentally attack someone, he means. He pauses then adds,] If anyone's not up to it tonight, it's okay.

[They've all been through a lot, lately, and though part of him thinks that doing this together would be good for them all, he's hesitant to try and force them into it. He's still a little abashed from Kira's song and her message to him, because he's been struggling so much with why they follow him. But they do, and all he wants is what's best for them.]

[Public]

So, um. The Enclosure's got a full moon tonight. And the thing is, at least with werewolves where I'm from, we need to practice to control it. So we're gonna be in there tonight, because I don't know when I'll find a full moon next and I really, really don't want it to be in a port again. I just want to give everyone a heads up. Since, uh, you might want to postpone any Enclosure adventures until tomorrow. We'll be out in the morning, promise.

[Spam at the Enclosure]

[Scott is still antsy, but it's strange hovering in the door of the Enclosure. He's keeping it propped open, just in case it changes on him. He has no idea if that's how it actually works - he has no idea it can be programmed, yet - but he's not taking the risk of losing the setting. It reminds him of the Preserve out there, except he can't smell people anywhere. And if Jackson's going to have a place to practice control, then there can't possibly be a better option.

Definitely better than a busy city.

He knows it's going to be a struggle, and Scott tells himself that the restlessness he's feeling, the anxiety, is only because he can feel the full moon. He scratches at his jaw, knowing that soon enough half a beard will be sprouting there. He just hopes everyone listens to his warning and avoids the Enclosure for the night; his eyes keep darting around the deck, anxious for the others to show.]

[SPAM + VIDEO FOR THE MOTHER LOAD FLOOD]

[Some time around noon, after escaping the Enclosure and wondering why he doesn't want to throw mud at Jackson's face and realizing that his mom will probably come get him soon, Scott takes to wandering the Barge. His eyes get a little less wide as he each new level seems much like the last, but now and then he sees something - or someone - that makes his eyes bug out. There is definitely trouble to be had when he finds the art room; when he leaves it, there are definitely paint stains on his shirt and a little bit of green on the side of his nose. The mess he left behind is even worse. When he reaches the deck, he literally stops and gapes, one hand holding tightly to the door knob. When he remembers his communicator, he picks it up and opens a channel to everyone, pointing excitedly behind him.] THERE'S SPACE OUT THERE! And I'm breathing in it!

(ooc: Scott is 10 for the flood and has vague memories, enough to be more likely to get into mischief than to flip out for his mom. Tags will come from mostlynormal!)

Comments

[mistconduct]

Wow, Scotty Dog. Wow. What if I wanted to prance around naked in the Enclosure? What if my naked aerobics class was being held in there?

[semifreakingnormal]

Dude if you're having a naked aerobics class, I really hope it's in your room alone.

[mistconduct]

I need to breathe, Scott! To feel the wind on my ballsack!

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[andidomeanrun]

Did you fall in a paint can?

[Bucky sounds a lot more amused than anything close to judgmental.]

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[mostlynormal]

Huh?

[He looks down at himself, then smiles a little sheepishly. He has the perfect innocent face.]

I was painting?

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[andidomeanrun]

Yeah, I saw. Have you met Steve? He's real good at art.

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[bigkanimaoncampus]

[ Jackson didn't reply to the network post. He saw no reason for it. But he did show up, rather promptly. There'd been no dragging of his feet. No argument about doing what Scott wanted versus proving he didn't need the alpha he despised. Because he wasn't doing it for Scott. Amsterdam had been such a colossal disaster. It had proven to Jackson how little control he actually had, and it terrified him that he could have hurt someone. Badly. And the coma hadn't helped with his sense of control (or lack there of). ]

Let's get this over with.

[ He didn't sound grateful for the opportunity at all. More like he was irritated by it. He shoved passed Scott and into the Enclosure. Where he halted rather immediately. In the city, it had been a gradual build toward unbearable as the moon rose. But here it went from nothing to full force in a matter of moments. Fingers curled, shoulders tensed. ]

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[semifreakingnormal]

[He's surprised, at first, to see Jackson show up without an argument - he definitely expected one. But when he thinks about it, it makes sense. Amsterdam was a nightmare.

The shove twitches at something in him, and he feels the growl rising in his chest in time to stop it. No - no reacting impulsively. He's in control.

Propping the door open with a lacrosse stick, he steps in after Jackson and sees the second the beta can feel it.]

Hey.

[He doesn't try to touch Jackson, just circles around in front of him to try and at least talk him through it. Not that he expects Jackson to really let him help, but he has to try.]

The first few times are the worst. It's gonna get easier. You get used to how it feels.

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[freezerburns]

[Isaac's there a few moments after Scott follows Jackson into the Enclosure, feeling the moon pull at his control before he even reaches the door. Opening it, he can hear Scott's voice, heightened senses easily picking up his words to the other beta.

Amsterdam had been a mess, and not totally because of Jackson rampaging. It had been a while since his last full moon too: it had been a shock how hard it was to stay in control after not having felt it for a few months. This is less intense - not that less intense is really that much less - or maybe he's just more used to it again. Either way, he focuses on his father - his anchor - finds his control and holds back the wolf.]

Scott. Hey. You guys okay?

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[myresponsibility]

Pretty cool, right?

[Peter's got the suit on, but the mask off, so you can actually see the smile. Scott you're too cute!!]

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[mostlynormal]

[Yes he is u_u]

I guess, but it's so-- [He flails his arm wildly.]

It's huge!

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara considers him, brow furrows as she taps her chin.] Do you have any idea what it is about the moon that triggers transformations?

[semifreakingnormal]

[He pauses, considering, then shakes his head with a faintly surprised look on his face.]

No, I just...I guess I never thought about it. It's just, that's what werewolves do.

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[visetvires]

[The thing is, this is actually a good idea, as far as good werewolf ideas go. She can't find it in herself to approve, though. Her voice is dead neutral, which means she's angry.]

This is how things work here now? You just take over whole parts of this ship for the change?

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[semifreakingnormal]

[There is an instinct in him, hovering between the Barge and the Enclosure, to tell her she's being a bitch for no good reason, to growl and push her away so he can be with his pack.

It's a very small instinct, and easy to quiet.]

It makes sense, doesn't it? This way no one gets hurt.

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[visetvires]

[Clementine would not consider herself particularly maternal. That said, she knows how to lead when leadership is necessary, and if there's one thing all these children running around here need, it's some direction.]

[She runs into Scott on his way out of the art room, double-takes as subtly as she possibly can, and then crouches down in front of him with a very serious, very intent expression.]

You need to clean your face.

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[mostlynormal]

[He stops when he sees her, for a moment giving her his best 'no Mom I have no idea where the duct tape is and I definitely didn't use it to tape Stiles to my door' face. She's familiar, though, and he's trying to pinpoint why that is while also looking completely innocent yet paint-covered.]

Wh--?

[He reaches up, running his hands over his face. One finger finds the bit of green and smears it over his cheek before he pulls away.]

Oh. [He grins.] I was making something.

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[voluntaryapnea]

[Lydia and Allison are tiny. Allison more so than Lydia, but they're both small children. And he needs to find Scott to let him know what's going on, and he's halfway to Scott's room when he rounds the corner and runs into another tiny child who...is Scott.

Stiles stares at him, slack-jawed and exasperated for a few seconds.]

Oh holy crap.

Spam

[mostlynormal]

[The slack-jawed expression is returned in full, because it only takes a few seconds longer for Scott to recognize Stiles. He cranes his neck back, staring straight up, up, up.

Then he reaches out with both hands and shoves at his friend.]

Stiles! You got old without me!

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[punched_hitler]

Do you need someone to keep an eye on the door?

[Or, you know. Anything else?]

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[semifreakingnormal]

Actually, yeah. That would be awesome. You don't mind?

spam; flood 8D

[bornonthefourth]

[Sorry, Scott; Steve's approaching the art room as you're leaving it, and he sees that mess - and the evidence all over you.

On the one hand, it's pretty funny. On the other...] Uh, do you know how o get paint out of your clothes? [Because when you only have a couple of shirts, this is important information.]

spam; flood 8D

[mostlynormal]

[Scott looks up when he sees Steve, giving him a sunny, if paint smudged smile. The question makes him look down at himself, then shrug sheepishly.]

Laundry?

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[interns]

-- Be careful!!

[ she looks so worried ]

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[mostlynormal]

[omg so tiny. Scott looks over his shoulder in the direction he's pointing, then down at the screen. He manages a smile.]

I think it's safe.