We're having a Christmas Eve Eve gathering at the Iskaulit from 5 to 8 pm if you're interested in coming along, to try and pretend everything is normal and in the spirit of the season.
If you agree to come, please: Bring a White Elephant Present Any food that you’d like to have that you think won’t be there Agree to take any fighting outside (no melted snow balls in the house please) If you do come, be aware that there will be punch, alcohol, jazz, and a ridiculous amount of salted foods will be served (we work with what we’ve got). Feel free to invite anyone you like who you think will appreciate the same and agree to abide by the same conditions.
[ merry christmas, issac! in the morning, he'll find a small package addressed to him containing three (3) snowmen made out of toilet paper rolls as well as a bag of chocolates. also included is a small handmade card with the following message: ]
Merry Christmas, Issac!
Thanks for teaching me about TP-ing, it was fun even though it's a prank. I hope to get to know you more in the new year!
Love, Nanako
backdated 12.25; bc i have been a lazy holiday shit
[Sup, dude. On Christmas, Isaac receives an official Nic Cage Master Collection™ and some space Doritos (notably without a glow, so these are not sprite manufactured). There's a letter in the box, with a shitty comic of a shitty kanima in pointy anime shades attached.]
i thought about getting you a scarf to compensate for the technicolor wolves but that scarf is a fucking work of art. for once atroma did something right. so i figured id provide on the shitty cinema front instead as a proper stave to the inevitable boredom well face once they shuttle us back aboard the wondercan.
if you can really call this a stave to boredom. seems more masochistic to me but if youre into it youre into it, which ive got to respect since not just anyone can plunge into the white rapids of these mass produced hack films with naught but a paddle of questionable taste. so i guess that makes you pretty cool and also in possession of sick survival skills, even if we ignore the werewolf thing.
if i were a crueler dude i would have given you furry porn but its been cool having you on the crew.
[Being Moony, generally speaking, is always easier with company. Bigby thinks it's a pack thing, that Moony is lonely and scared and all of it translates to anger. God knows the evidence supports that theory; transforming was never easier than when his friends would endure it with him.
And they're amazing for doing that, they really are-- Bigby, too, for staying with him, biting and shaking him and keeping him away from others whenever he got too riled up-- but this, tonight . . . it's different. Isaac's a proper werewolf, full moon and howling and fleas and all. He's the first one Remus will ever have changed with, and how could he not be excited for that?
Not that Remus is going to say that. You gotta be cool, after all. But he's perhaps a little too eager once he hears a shuttle docking onto the Paisley, and waits impatiently for Isaac to arrive. Fifteen minutes, his internal clock warns, but he ignores that. That's plenty of time.]
[ in all of Isaac's time as a werewolf, he's only ever spent time around his pack during the full moon. even then, the contact was limited to being chained down in the old loft or elsewhere, even though Isaac knew he had far more control than the others.
this moon, however, is different. he's just made it to the Paisley, and even he can feel the way his muscles tense, the way his mind flutters a little that it's not far from a proper full moon. he hates that feeling more than anything, the way the anger bubbles up closer to the surface than it usually does.
he has a mission of sorts, though, since he'll be with a different kind of werewolf this evening. it's both nerve wracking and kind of cool all at once, to know that he won't be alone on the full moon, and that he'll see another kind of proper werewolf in return. it's not long before he's knocking on Remus' door, looking relaxed and non-plussed, even if he can feel the moon's effect more by the minute. ]
[The following dubious material is rapped. Or rather it starts out spoken normally (monotonously) before it turns into a rap.]
There's a polar bear In our Frigidaire— He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know he's in there— That polary bear In our Fridgitydaire.
[And then he switches to text.]
hey so happy birthday congrats on a new milestone you have officially aged in accordance to space fleet rules or maybe not its not like i know what month it was when they kidnapped you maybe youre cheating and having a second bday in like four months lets get food
dude what is with the turnover lately and i dont mean the pastry though i could eat a pastry right now ive never actually had a turnover before but they look pretty good
text; 12.01 or smth
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Text, 12/20ish
We're having a Christmas Eve Eve gathering at the Iskaulit from 5 to 8 pm if you're interested in coming along, to try and pretend everything is normal and in the spirit of the season.
If you agree to come, please:
Bring a White Elephant Present
Any food that you’d like to have that you think won’t be there
Agree to take any fighting outside (no melted snow balls in the house please)
If you do come, be aware that there will be punch, alcohol, jazz, and a ridiculous amount of salted foods will be served (we work with what we’ve got). Feel free to invite anyone you like who you think will appreciate the same and agree to abide by the same conditions.
Happy holidays.
delivery (forward dated to 12/25th!)
Merry Christmas, Issac!
Thanks for teaching me about TP-ing, it was fun even though it's a prank. I hope to get to know you more in the new year!
Love,
Nanako
backdated 12.25; bc i have been a lazy holiday shit
i thought about getting you a scarf to compensate for the technicolor wolves but that scarf is a fucking work of art. for once atroma did something right. so i figured id provide on the shitty cinema front instead as a proper stave to the inevitable boredom well face once they shuttle us back aboard the wondercan.
if you can really call this a stave to boredom. seems more masochistic to me but if youre into it youre into it, which ive got to respect since not just anyone can plunge into the white rapids of these mass produced hack films with naught but a paddle of questionable taste. so i guess that makes you pretty cool and also in possession of sick survival skills, even if we ignore the werewolf thing.
if i were a crueler dude i would have given you furry porn but its been cool having you on the crew.
merry christmas bro
12/25 because i can
Also a plate with two of these. And a note.]
so you don't need to beg for table scraps
- O
ps it's not davebird don't worry
action; backdated to end of January
And they're amazing for doing that, they really are-- Bigby, too, for staying with him, biting and shaking him and keeping him away from others whenever he got too riled up-- but this, tonight . . . it's different. Isaac's a proper werewolf, full moon and howling and fleas and all. He's the first one Remus will ever have changed with, and how could he not be excited for that?
Not that Remus is going to say that. You gotta be cool, after all. But he's perhaps a little too eager once he hears a shuttle docking onto the Paisley, and waits impatiently for Isaac to arrive. Fifteen minutes, his internal clock warns, but he ignores that. That's plenty of time.]
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this moon, however, is different. he's just made it to the Paisley, and even he can feel the way his muscles tense, the way his mind flutters a little that it's not far from a proper full moon. he hates that feeling more than anything, the way the anger bubbles up closer to the surface than it usually does.
he has a mission of sorts, though, since he'll be with a different kind of werewolf this evening. it's both nerve wracking and kind of cool all at once, to know that he won't be alone on the full moon, and that he'll see another kind of proper werewolf in return. it's not long before he's knocking on Remus' door, looking relaxed and non-plussed, even if he can feel the moon's effect more by the minute. ]
Hey. Happy full moon.
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audio → text; i'm sorry
There's a polar bear
In our Frigidaire—
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there—
That polary bear
In our Fridgitydaire.
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hey so happy birthday
congrats on a new milestone you have officially aged in accordance to space fleet rules
or maybe not its not like i know what month it was when they kidnapped you
maybe youre cheating and having a second bday in like four months
lets get food
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that rap was so weird. was that rap?
are you a performance poet?
i may have gotten something that looks and smells like chinese but i am a little worried it might actually be alien babies or eggs or something.
and yeah. thanks. lets get safe and less creepy birthday food.
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text - set around pre-masquerade!
[ HE'S MAKING AN AWKWARD ATTEMPT here. ]
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text; ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ masquerade
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can birds?
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[ he's not sure if it's a ship transfer or something else. ]
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text;
and i dont mean the pastry
though i could eat a pastry right now
ive never actually had a turnover before but they look pretty good
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maybe they were allergic
and don't joke about turnovers. no joking matter.
i miss real earth food.
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text;
[Davesprite literally only knows her name from looking at the ship crew assignments.]
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we're on security together too
she has a pretty creepy stare
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text, after her conversation with Davesprite;
Is this true?
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just depends on the kind of monster i guess
some of them are in alien languages though
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sorry for the late tag, irl circumstances took over
NO WORRIES that was me all this week
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