lys "stress eating as self-expression" skovgaard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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quietplacelogs2018-02-02 09:02 pm
pawper) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-02-02 09:02 pm
you see me howling now, i'm foaming at the mouth (semi-closed)
featuring: lys skovgaard (pawper), a2 (a2brutus), possibly others
what's happening? lunar cycles + bad timing = a forced transformation that lys can't do anything about except lock herself in the reset room, hoping to ride it out in relative privacy....except of course, that's the opposite of what goes down
day: at some point during the event (will update this)
content warnings: possibly mild violence and likely mentions of death, but otherwise probably nothing; will update if needed
notes: here there be a furball! more importantly, hmu if you want a thread that takes place at some point after the main confrontation, or if you have questions about timing or anything else!
[Lys had known this was coming. She's been counting down the days, watching the skies, feeling her nerves twist into tighter and tighter knots as the inevitable time of her changing approached. Not knowing the exact date was awful, and so was that impending sense of inescapable doom, but more awful than either of these things was knowing (believing) that there was almost nothing she could do to mitigate what was going to happen.
Because Lys isn't a complete moron. She's been frantically putting together scraps of desperate plans ever since waking up in this strange silent city without her ring. She knows very, very well what that loss means, the myriad of consequences that could result from it. When her blood at last began to boil in the telltale way that always heralded an involuntary transformation, Lys resigned herself to the only halfway moral option that seemed to be left: hiding away in the reset room and hoping against hope that she could ride it out without anyone seeing, without anyone knowing.
.......
In the reset room, the door is closed, the packed dirt floor flat and bare. It's an empty and silent place.....save for the verifiable mountain of fur and muscle that's taking up most of one corner, noisily eating from an opened jar of peaches held in a massive clawed hand. In the creature's only hand, in fact — because just like a certain new arrival, their entire left arm is missing.]
pawper), a2 (a2brutus), possibly otherswhat's happening? lunar cycles + bad timing = a forced transformation that lys can't do anything about except lock herself in the reset room, hoping to ride it out in relative privacy....except of course, that's the opposite of what goes down
day: at some point during the event (will update this)
content warnings: possibly mild violence and likely mentions of death, but otherwise probably nothing; will update if needed
notes: here there be a furball! more importantly, hmu if you want a thread that takes place at some point after the main confrontation, or if you have questions about timing or anything else!
[Lys had known this was coming. She's been counting down the days, watching the skies, feeling her nerves twist into tighter and tighter knots as the inevitable time of her changing approached. Not knowing the exact date was awful, and so was that impending sense of inescapable doom, but more awful than either of these things was knowing (believing) that there was almost nothing she could do to mitigate what was going to happen.
Because Lys isn't a complete moron. She's been frantically putting together scraps of desperate plans ever since waking up in this strange silent city without her ring. She knows very, very well what that loss means, the myriad of consequences that could result from it. When her blood at last began to boil in the telltale way that always heralded an involuntary transformation, Lys resigned herself to the only halfway moral option that seemed to be left: hiding away in the reset room and hoping against hope that she could ride it out without anyone seeing, without anyone knowing.
.......
In the reset room, the door is closed, the packed dirt floor flat and bare. It's an empty and silent place.....save for the verifiable mountain of fur and muscle that's taking up most of one corner, noisily eating from an opened jar of peaches held in a massive clawed hand. In the creature's only hand, in fact — because just like a certain new arrival, their entire left arm is missing.]
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All in all, about the same any time she wakes up from an unexpected nap. The difference is that this time there's not nightmares.
The difference is, there's something in the corner snarfing something down, and she squints through the darkness.]
What the hell are you?
[What a fucking weird animal.
At least it's not a moose. Or a boar.]
dw never gave me a notif for your tag-in, what a shithead
No words come in reply, only quiet growls that sound like a rumbling engine. Low and anxious and uncertain, more nervous than aggressive.]
destroy dw
It's also missing a leg. Arm? Arm leg. Whatever.
The point is, A2 recalls her first descent down to earth. Or rather, the first few months of it. How the wildlife was an absolute pain in the ass, and how moose and boar were probably far more dangerous than any machine.
So. The wolf in the room isn't the only anxious one. But if A2 is good at anything, it's bluster.
Bluster and being a menace. Which is furthered by by the fact her head hurts and she feels dizzy.]
Oh shut up. I don't have time to deal with your furry ass.
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There's an inquisitive sniff. Then another, and another. Her head tilts and she blinks, confused. What was this.....thing, that had interrupted her meal so suddenly? A beast's memories might be limited and primal compared to a human's, formed from physical sensations and primitive emotion, but even so — there had never been a Thing quite like this one before. Of this, Lys felt certain.]
sorry for the delay!
A2 stands, finally. Not to harass the creature more, but to try and leave. Her hand stops on the door though, and she turns to look at her. If she lets a wild animal out accidentally, there could be an issue. A big issue.
Great.]
I don't suppose you know better than to attack humans and be quiet, huh. [How did it even get in here anyway? What's she supposed to do about this!]
np! i have also been slow
Still crouched low to the floor, her remaining arm tucked close to compensate for balance, Lys starts inching forward with slow, heavy steps.]
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[Which! Really sucks. Now she's definitely trapped in a room with this weird animal.
When said weird animal starts moving toward her, A2 raises an eyebrow, stepping forward herself, meeting the "challenge" as it were. She's not about to risk human lives, and she can stay in this room indefinitely being an Android. The animal, however... That'll die sooner or later.]
I don't think so. I definitely can't let you out now.