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Marja Virtanen ([personal profile] catted) wrote in [community profile] saveourearth2020-05-09 09:22 am

A woof that's not actually a woof [Network/Action]

Date: January 8th-19th
Characters: Mary Ann & Open!


1. January 8th, Network/Video, filtered away from Nel, Thom and Gizmo

So

I don't know how to start this. It's so ridiculous. [She runs a hand through her hair and then continues.]

All right. A few days ago, I felt an echo happening but I have not yet figured out what it is. And since I'm worried that this ...other person was a werewolf, and the full moon is close... [She'll let people draw their own conclusions.] Point being, I'll spend the onset of the full moon in the basement and I hope that that will be all that there'll be to it and I I'll be wrong and nothing will happen, but in case that there is... I don't want Janice to be alone in the house with the kids.

So what I'm trying to ask, would someone here stay over at my place on the 9th and all the way up to after midnight on the 10th? [Sit out the beginning and height of the full moon - if nothing has happened by the time it starts waning, she should be fine.] You can stay in Feste's room, they's currently away on a trip and have offered, and there's wifi and everything. [She might be joking now, trying to lighten the mood.] Free lodging and delicious dinner and breakfast included.

Any takers?


2. After midnight on the 10/11th, Action

She's been watching the clock with anxious, careful ...triumph, really, all the way up after they ticked into the spot at which she knows the moon to start waning.

Only then does she allow herself to relax and climb the ladder that leads up from the hole-in-the-ground basement under the living room, knocking against the latch that connects the two rooms. She can't open it herself with the heavy dresser that has (for good reason) be placed over the latch.

Hopefully whoever is watching hasn't fallen asleep on the sofa. She'd really rather spend the rest of the night in her own bed.


3. January 15th, Action, locked to people in her house

Something that Nel said a long time ago still sticks with her. Have you TRIED turning? You could be the kind of werewolf that doesn't react to the full moon....

She's been unable to stop thinking about it, and so early on Sunday, while everyone in the house is still asleep, she goes down into the living room, only dressed in her nightgown, and focuses. Ever since the trips to the tunnels she has been able to make herself hear and smell better than normal, so perhaps if she just pushes that principle even further...

Others who live in the house might hear a ripping of fabric, and when they come downstairs find a lean, grey wolf with a few black stripes running through her fur trying to get out of Mary Ann's nightgown. It's kind of stuck to the front legs and around the neck, though.


4. January 15th, Network/Video

It's still early morning, and nobody is really up, so Mary Ann decides that the best thing that she can do is go on a run while she tries to figure out how to reverse the effect.

Eventually, she stops at a lake and taps her number into the surface. ...She has no idea how to actually communicate in this form, though, so all people will see is a lean, grey wolf with a few black stripes running through her fur, sitting in a forested area.
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3, Action

[personal profile] vernal_miss 2020-05-09 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The problem with sleeping excessively for weeks is that when one is finally able to shake off the magically induced fatigue, the cycle of sleep and awake is a tad wonky. While her return to school routine had been helpful, Nel still experiences lingering effects. As such, she is merely dozing when Dizzy bolts into her bedroom with a thump against the door to burst through the narrow space only to dive under her bed to hide.

Startled out of her light sleep, Nel crawls to the edge of her bed to hang over and look under at Dizzy. The poor thing is visibly fearful with pupils wide and fur bristling. Confused and mildly alarmed, she looks up towards her bedroom door and slides out of bed to investigate. Walking to the top of the stairs, she hears some movement below. With a glance towards her mothers’ bedroom door, she creeps down the steps until she can see the impressive grey wolf standing in half torn clothing.

Even having been expecting that her mother may become a werewolf for some time now, it’s startling to find a wolf in the living room after the full moon has passed by days. Wide eyed at the sight, she actually misses the next stair step in her descent. Rather than tumbling down the remaining steps, she lands awkwardly with one hand and arm managing to catch the railing firmly enough to stop herself. Still latched tight to the hand rail, she manages to get her sentiment out in one word, “Mum...?!”
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[personal profile] vernal_miss 2020-05-20 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
The sympathetic wrench in her gut from the misstep and the subsequent sting of her hip lent to breaking through the shock. As such, when the wolf responds with a similar degree of surprise and grace as opposed to anything akin to growling, Nel has sufficient evidence. The remains of her clothing is certainly familiar enough.

“Mum! It’s okay, slow down,” she starts only to see that her mother is focused on her. Pushing through her feet, she leverages herself back up to stand with her second hand on the rail and gets her forearm free, “I’m alright. I’ve taken worse tumbles.”

Moving carefully, she walks down the last steps to join her mother. Her pace is kept slower, despite her urge to hurry to her. Hands sliding into her red locks to push it back out of her face, she marvels at the way her mother looks, “...blimey. You look like a regular wolf. Well...except for your nightdress.”
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[personal profile] vernal_miss 2020-05-21 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Anxiety tends to foist itself upon present events when it has nowhere else to go. For Nel at least, finding her mother as a wolf and in control of herself has taken down the worry hanging silently in the back of her mind since last summer. It appears that an alternate theory to the stereotypical out-of-control werewolf legends has won - and she could not be more relieved.

The bark is unexpected, getting a small jump through her shoulders when she hears it. Her mother may look like a wolf, but that had not yet filtered to the anticipation to hear her mother’s voice when with her. Hands dropped from her hair, she takes a step to the side to lean and look at the way the garment clings to her new figure with a curious hand reaching to touch the fabric, “Hmmm. I think I can get it off if you’re sitting.” That would position her mother in a more human posture through her shoulders, and if she can get the neck over her head, the arms would easily follow.

“Or maybe I should get some scissors?” she adds as another option. Rather than wrestling out of an already ruined garment, she could cut the fabric. While she has not sewn since weeks before the equinox, her strength had fully returned so it should be a simple and quick task.