Let slip the dogs of war

[freezerburned]

Date&Time: The week of the moon base happenings!
Location: Moon Base
Charactes: Scott (workout), Isaac (freezerburned), Peter (painedintheballs) and everyone they run into!
Summary: Werewolves. On the Moon. Sounds like a B horror movie, doesn't it?

Notes:
This is a giant catch-all log for the wolf shenanigans on the moon. The log will be split into three top level comments:
Confrontation, for characters to run into Scott and Isaac separately and fight them/try to weaken them for containment/be mauled by them,
Containment, which will be closed to the characters doing the permanent containment, and
During Containment, which is for characters to interact with the wolves while they're incapacitated, but still twigging out- this is where possible solutions will be threaded out!

Moon Base FAQ!

And a quick note to all of our awesome volunteers! We had a ton of people respond to the plotting post, so in the interest of keeping timelines intact but making it inclusive, we settled on one actual capture scenario and opened up the confrontation section to any and all containment attempts. They won't be successful, but will still give us a chance to get some CR going!

Same applies to the during containment/solution thread. We'll probably select one "permanent" fix, but we can thread out all kinds of temporary fixes or attempted fixes in the meantime, so feel free to jump in!

Also, this was super well timed because Isaac-mun is going on a birthday road trip at the end of the week (I'll be gone until Saturday, sorry guys!), and Scott/Peter mun are both slammed by work so BACKTAGS MAY BE A THING THAT HAPPENS sorry guys ;w;

/TL;DR SORRY

Comments

[freezerburned]

[It's appreciated, for all that her being above him sets off alarms for some animalistic sort of dominance conflict. Isaac actually manages to relax a fraction.]

I think there's a part of you that's satisfied.

[controlledvariable]

I'm glad you're not hurting anyone, but I'd prefer it wasn't like this.

[She shrugs, taking a sip from her own bottle of water.]

Not really a fan of anyone being chained up.

[It's happened too many times to her, for her to ever take satisfaction from it.]

[freezerburned]

Don't remind me.

[It's between gritted teeth, and there's a reason Allison insisted on the large room. But even so- his father had still used chains.]

Just- get the city back. So we can get off the freaking moon.

[controlledvariable]

Might be better to focus on finding a way to help you guys, first. I think we're gonna be up here for a couple months at least.

[As much as she wishes it could be quicker.]

[freezerburned]

Right.

[Deep breath. His jaw tightens a little, pressing his back into the wall- a picture of cracking, almost painful restraint.]

-I'm literally going to lose my mind before that happens.

[controlledvariable]

We can send you on missions, take the pressure off for a little while.

[It's a stop gap, but better than nothing. Better than leaving them chained up constantly.]

[freezerburned]

[That just makes him laugh, deep in the back of his throat. There's nothing humorous about the sound.]

Take me away from my need to kill everyone by having me go kill people. Great.

[controlledvariable]

Most of the missions don't require killing. The Intiative try to be a bit subtler than that.

[And she knows that, after having access to all the mission files.]

Anyway, most of the missions for the next while are probably just gonna be supply runs, to keep us stocked with food and water and grab what we need to keep repairing the base.

[freezerburned]

Yeah, maybe.

[Though it's obvious from his tone that he doesn't think that's a viable solution at all.]

Can we- can they just put us back down in the crater? We'll hide somewhere, or- god, I don't care. Just not this.

[controlledvariable]

To let you die of radiation poison?

[Not an option.]

Jesse can take it away, all of it. But it'd mean you wouldn't be a werewolf at all.

[She knows what it's like to have power after being powerless for so long; and she can't imagine ever wanting to lose it.]

[freezerburned]

[He snarls instinctively at that, immediately against the idea- he's given up too much for this. But when 'this' is being chained to a wall for months...

god.]

We'd probably withstand it. We don't get sick.

[The poison, because he's not even going to grace that other suggestion with a response.]

[controlledvariable]

[That answers that question, but she at least had to let him know the option was there.]

There's a difference between "sick" and constantly bombarded by the leftover radiation of a nuclear warhead. Have you ever seen what a bomb like that does?

[Bludhaven.]

[freezerburned]

Did you see us tearing those people apart?

[Challenging, a little aggressive.]

It's going to get worse.

[controlledvariable]

You tried to tear me apart.

[It's almost idle, the way she says it, a counterpoint to his challenge.]

Can you be sedated, or does your metabolism run too fast?

[freezerburned]

Never tried. Don't think so though.

[Even if sedation sounds wonderful right now. Underneath the aggression, the frenetic energy, the rage, he knows he's exhausted, in that bone-deep weary way that creeps up on you after a sleepless night.]

-unless it's wolfsbane or something. But I don't want that near me anyway.

[controlledvariable]

[She's pretty sure wolfsbane is a poison, but she's guessing there might be more to it in his world.]

We could try a regular tranquilizer, but I won't do it if you'd rather not.

[At least, not while there's the option of keeping them restrained. If she had to sedate them against their will to keep them from hurting anyone, she would.]

[freezerburned]

...whatever works, I guess.

[His expression flickers just for a moment, a thing of genuine fear- but he forces it away, ducks his head and tries to hide it.]

Just not... not for months.