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]

Would you trust me to go out like this?

[He laughs, then shakes his head.]

I need- I don't know. I can hardly think.

[hyanaimne]

[she shrugs a shoulder, though her tone lightens a bit]

I would trust you on a mission. Getting there may be a bit tricky, but . . .

[freezerburned]

Considerate.

[He huffs, trying to take a deep breath, and then another.

Out of seemingly nowhere, the chains rattle and pull as he jerks toward her- only held back by the length of steel tying him to the wall, sharp teeth snapping on air. He still wants to tear her apart, and when his control fractures, it's hard to reign it back in.]

-shit.

[Another deep breath. This... could be going better.]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest startles at the movement, jerking backwards herself unconsciously. She loses her balance and ends up on the floor completely, blinking widely at Isaac before huffing]

[freezerburned]

[He growls still, eyes narrowed on her like a predator, just out of reach of his prey.]

I-

[Control. Center. Find an anchor. Isaac grits his teeth, forces his thoughts back to his human side, slowly trying to ease back- it works, just a fraction. He's flushed, breathless.]

-sorry.

[hyanaimne]

It is fine. [it was to be expected, you know, being face to face with a werewolf, no matter how friendly he was]

[freezerburned]

I just- god.

[He tries to take a deep breath.]

-hah. I really wanna kill you. Sorry.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest blinks, then lets out a wry little laugh]

That is not the first I've heard that.

[freezerburned]

Well, it's nothing personal.

[hyanaimne]

Well yes, I know that.

[she shakes her head, oddly amused]

Is there anything you and yours need, dear? Other than well, the obvious.

[freezerburned]

Other than the obvious.

[He manages a wry laugh though, and leans back against the wall.]

Maybe a change of clothes.

[hyanaimne]

Do you know which room is yours? I can fetch you some.

[freezerburned]

I don't think I have one.

[Deep breath.]

We freaked out when we landed.

[hyanaimne]

Just because you ah, freaked out, does not mean you do not have a room . . .

[Tempest frowns, thoughtful]

I could ask around, then . . . perhaps someone will loan you some clothes until you are able to return them. [she tilts her head, studying him]

I've a sweatshirt that may fit you, though.

[freezerburned]

Might be nice.

[He sighs.]

I guess we're not allowed toothbrushes. Don't they turn those into shivs in prison movies?

[hyanaimne]

It is warm, at least.

[she frowns, but this time it's a confused one]

What is a shiv?

[freezerburned]

It's a- you know-

[He doesn't quite know how to explain that.]

When you grind it down to a point and use it to stab people.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest raises an eyebrow, amused again]

I would think that your claws would be much sharper than whatever you can fashion with a toothbrush, dear.

[freezerburned]

...true.

[She wins that.]

-then a toothbrush. Might be nice, after all the chocolate Steph is giving us.

[hyanaimne]

[she grins briefly, then nods. She shifts to her feet, adjusting her cloak around her]

Give me a few moments, then.

[turning to leave, Tempest runs a hand over her face and sighs. Where the hell was she going to find toothbrushes . . . welp. Time to go searching]