spam; the last journal post

[ukan]

[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]



[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

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[wolf]

[tucky]

[She frowns, trying to remember who is and isn't a werewolf.]

Uh... okay. You Scott or Allison or Stiles? Or... Kira?

[Is Kira a werewolf? Kira is definitely something, but she can't remember what.]

Re: [wolf]

[ukan]

[ It shouldn't suppose him that there are dogs out there willing to turn on their kind, but it does. Scott, Kira, Allison. Names to remember.

For his part he plays dumb, tries on his most pitiful puppy face. No human mind here, miss, just a scared dog.]

[wolf]

[tucky]

[She just looks... confused, and steps closer, looking for a collar.]

[ukan]

[He lowers his head, permitting her to touch him (no collar, but he'd worn one long enough that his fur is worn where it had been). He has every intention of taking her arm off if she tries to drag him anywhere he doesn't want to go, but he's hoping very much that she isn't a cop.]

[tucky]

[She peers down at his neck, and... welp, definitely not one of the Barge werewolves, then. They wouldn't have collar indentations in their fur. This is clearly just somebody's pet.

So she turns to go, planning to poke her head into the vet clinic and let them know that there's a bleeding dog hanging around. It's obviously not an emergency - he can walk just fine, and doesn't seem to be in much pain - but the people who work there will probably be able to figure out whose dog it is.

And then a while later she's wandering around again, and happens across Lark in human form.]

... Oh, hey. You new here?

[ukan]

[He's mended his leg as much as he can, and found a set of clothes to wear, but he's still edgy enough that he jumps when she speaks to him, even though he'd heard her coming.]

I-

Yeah. I just got here. [Wherever 'here' is, he doesn't need to add.

Looking at her with human eyes he notices things he hadn't quite before. She's not a cop; he's sure of that. So Tiffany gets a smile.] I'm lost, though.

[tucky]

Oh, yeah? Okay, where're you trying to go?

[Helpful upbeat wardening time whooooo]

[ukan]

Well- home. [He laughs self-consciously, like he just got on the wrong bus or something.] I have people waiting for me.

[tucky]

Oh.

Well, uh... I can't help you off the ship. Ain't nobody here that can do that.

[ukan]

[He goes still. Takes a short, steadying breath.]

I don't know what you mean.

[tucky]

... You know we're on a spaceship yet?

[ukan]

[No. No he did not.]

Holy shit.

[He looks at her quick, expecting a grin, a mocking laugh because he believed her.]

[tucky]

Do you wanna go out onto the deck?

[She gestures to the door.]

it's kinda hard to take in at first, but...

[ukan]

[He looks at her, at the door, and back, and nods.

And hesitates.]

How much fun will you make of me if I pass out up there?

[tucky]

None. Promise.

[She totally means that, too.]

[ukan]

[He relaxes a little, and gives her a soft smile. He thinks he's prepared for the deck; he doesn't know how wrong he is, yet.]

I wouldn't blame you if you did.

How long was it before you were used to all this?

[tucky]

[She starts slowly walking towards the door to the deck, but she won't open it; he can do that himself, when he's ready.]

I'm still not used to it.

[ukan]

[A small laugh]

You're good at hiding it if you feel like I do.

[Okay. Deep breath. He opens the door and can't quite make it through the doorway at first. It's breathtaking, and yes, it makes him incredibly dizzy- the adrenaline crash isn't helping. He gropes for something to hold onto, because he wants to get closer but doesn't really want to fall over.]

[tucky]

We ain't out there yet.

[And when they are, she sticks close to the Barge wall.]

Here.

[She holds out her arm when she sees him struggling.]

[ukan]

[He takes it gratefully, holding tight to her like she'll keep him from toppling over the side no matter how far it is.]

I can see how you wouldn't get used to this.

[tucky]

Sometimes I feel brave enough to walk up to the railing. Sometimes I don't.

And it always makes me a little dizzy. You dizzy?

[ukan]

[He laughs, a little breathless with it all]

I quit drinking years ago but this is how I felt when I had absinthe.

...What's the railing view like?

[tucky]

Scary.

There's nothing under us. Just space.

[ukan]

[It stops his breath to think of, and then he looks at her, searching her face a moment]

If we walk over there- we'll keep each other from falling, right?

[tucky]

And there's a force field too. If we fell we'd bounce right back up.