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[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

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[Not quite.]

We have trees! Some. Small ones. Not very many of them - not like a forest.

Oh.

[He thinks about that for a second, then reaches out to grab Steve's arm, pulling him back toward the art room.]

Then you should come see mine!

Oh - okay, okay! [Well he's pretty easy to drag, but admittedly, he wants to see it, too.] Show me.

[Scott tugs him along back into the art room; Steve may be easy to drag, but so is Scott. Not as thin and frail, certainly, but with asthma just the same. It doesn't kick in, at least, this dragging isn't nearly strenuous enough, so he comes to a halt in front of his painting which is....about what you would expect from a ten year old. It's a forest, all green leaves and brown trunks, and he grins up at Steve.]

That's what it's like back home!

[Steve's also not actually dragging his feet, here - he wants to see. When they get to the painting, he squints at it a little - he knows what trees look like, of course, but still.] Wow. That's a lot of... um, green, right? Trees are green.

[At least, that's what everyone tells him. They look the same color as most other things, even when people correct him and tell him red.]

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