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[humanistic]

[...there's a second of white noise, because-- well, this is weird. It's like online chatrooms, which Mitchell has never been keen on, to say the least. One on one communication hasn't been so bad--better, actually, considering he's been mostly holed up in his room, avoiding human/werewolf contact. But, right--necessity--]

If people are going t' go through those tubes and get onto that other ship, do their phones keep on working? These devices, I mean. Do they go that far? If they do, and if this can be heard over there, I'm making a request. Space pirates had to have cigarettes on them, yeah, and I'm in need of cigarettes. Sanctioned looting can include a bit of personal stuff, yeah-- and it's sort of a, a desperate need. Please and thanks in advance.

[Like very desperate. Like the more he talks about it, the more strained his voice goes. Vampires with nicotine addictions, it's a hard life. A pause, then, he might finish there--but instead he sucks in a breath. Right. Normal.]

Actually, there's a lot of questions on how things work around here, and not all of it is out of our control. Like--so there's a cast of, what, a hundred plus of us, and we have t' trade for things that we need, if someone else has got them. But if you don't have anything t' trade, is it just-- begging for it? Hoping for a bit of Christian charity? Every man for himself? Not that I'd be much surprised by that one, given the... [Maybe it's better not to finish that one, in light of recent events, but given his low faith in humanity, and given his own recent exploints, none this is really all that surprising. So, wry once more:] ...given the situation.

[An awkward pause.]

Anyways. Thanks again.

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[humanistic]

[ooohhhhhh my god tom why do you have to talk like that. Just hearing those words, so casually said--it's when a cat gets spooked, and all its hair stands on end; Mitchell's teeth set together and his hands close into fists, quick, compulsive--]

Well, weren't you lucky.

[SO BITTER. And now he's thinking of how useful gardening tools would be for making impromptu stakes, and basically vowing never again to go to the Gardens--]

Must be really disappointing, not bein' able t' carry on that work here.

[loyalpup]

Yeah. No, what?

[He's not sure why Mitchell is suddenly upset because it's obvious the other man is unhappy.]

I ain't gonna hunt no one. Did Hal tell you something? I tol' you you shouldn'ta talk to him. You can ask Cutler or Jenna, I ain't attacked no one.

[Well, technically]

[humanistic]

No. You can't. You start hunting here, and they airlock you.

[He hasn't talked to Hal, but he doesn't need to talk to Hal to be wary of werewolves--especially a werewolf known for staking vampires. Cutler's got something worked out with him, so he's got to be telling the truth on not attacking people--but how brittle a balance is that? The wolf-shaped bullet, he thinks. There doesn't need to be a reason. Just one thing needs to happen.]

No offense, but sayin' things like that? Makes people edgy. [Makes vampires edgy, more technically.]

[loyalpup]

Ain't mean nothing. 'Sides there are other hunters here Derek said.

[He scratched head]

Think they hunt werewolves though.

[humanistic]

[Look to a vampire already maxed out on paranoia, it means a whole hell of a lot. Other hunters spikes that paranoia still higher, except... ]

And who's they, did-- Derek tell you that? [And Derek better not be someone else who lived in Mitchell's house with Annie and a baby and what basically amounts to a supernatural circus.]

[loyalpup]

Yeah. He's been here a bit, so knows all the important space stuff for supernaturals.

[Just a tiny bit of hero worshipping]

[humanistic]

[This is, so to speak, a stab in the dark, but it's probably true:]

Derek's one of yours, then.

[A WEREWOLF but it still feels weird to just-- say it.]

[loyalpup]

Yeah. Not completely like me or nothin'. We're different in his world.

[humanistic]

[He's run into that a bit with the other vampires, so that's not as foreign a concept as it might have been--but werewolves are werewolves; how different can they be?]

Different how?

[loyalpup]

They change when they want an' Derek has a real pack from his home here.

[Packs are real!]

[humanistic]

[oh holy jesus fucking christ]

What d'you mean, they change when they want? What does the moon do to them if it doesn't-- [and a whole pack like this-- he knew there were werewolves on board the ship, but having their numbers practically confirmed is something else entirely.] How many in a pack?

[loyalpup]

They still change with the moon too. [At least that's what he thought since he had yet to see Derek change]

Uh, think there's five in his pack, but there are some that ain't in his pack too.

[humanistic]

[If there's werewolves that can change without the full moon--it works the same as the vampires, then, no rules, everything can be different. Which he reckoned on, sort of, he's not slow--but hearing it confirmed is worse. Because then anyone could be a werewolf. Maybe there's some he won't even be able to smell.

Jesus Christ, he's fucked.]

And the others, they're not-- they're not in packs?

[loyalpup]

Nah.

[He paused to think for a moment.]

Don't know actually. Some don't talk much I guess 'cept to their friends. Derek would probably know.

[humanistic]

Yeah, well. When I talk with him next, I'll be sure to ask him all about it.

[Actually avoiding Derek 100% thank you.]

[loyalpup]

He's kinda quiet about it, but you can tell 'im I didn't know.

[He totally believes you, Mitchell]