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goneawayworld2021-04-18 11:24 am
freakenstein) wrote in goneawayworld2021-04-18 11:24 am
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Garou 101 [Closed]
Who: Stacia and Merton
What: Stacia teaching Merton why you don't want to fuck with Garou. In an educational way!
Where: The gym in the late evening/night time.
When: After the memshare.
Warnings/Notes: Possible werewolf transformation body horror. Will add other warnings if necessary.
The gym had to be just about Merton's least favorite place on the rig, including the one hall that had recently become particularly choked up by needle-spitting plants. Normally he'd try to avoid it and Planker as much as he could get away with outside of their mandatory daily training sessions. But this late in the day it was one of the few places on the rig that wasn't tortuously hot and muggy, and it would be blissfully Planker free, so it worked pretty much perfectly for their needs.
So he makes sure to show up to their meeting early, with a pen and beat-up spiral notebook he'd managed to scrounge up. Not the kind of stationery he'd normally choose to take these kinds of notes. All the research he'd done on Tommy's version of lycanthropy, as they'd tried to work through the in's and out's of it together, had been spread over sketchbooks, loose scrolls, near countless photos, text files on the computer, and eventually were all scanned and collected in a medical dossier he printed and bound himself. But, beggars couldn't be choosers, and that was the kind of enthusiasm that was likely to chase anyone who wasn't Tommy away. A garbage-picked notebook would just have to do.
What: Stacia teaching Merton why you don't want to fuck with Garou. In an educational way!
Where: The gym in the late evening/night time.
When: After the memshare.
Warnings/Notes: Possible werewolf transformation body horror. Will add other warnings if necessary.
The gym had to be just about Merton's least favorite place on the rig, including the one hall that had recently become particularly choked up by needle-spitting plants. Normally he'd try to avoid it and Planker as much as he could get away with outside of their mandatory daily training sessions. But this late in the day it was one of the few places on the rig that wasn't tortuously hot and muggy, and it would be blissfully Planker free, so it worked pretty much perfectly for their needs.
So he makes sure to show up to their meeting early, with a pen and beat-up spiral notebook he'd managed to scrounge up. Not the kind of stationery he'd normally choose to take these kinds of notes. All the research he'd done on Tommy's version of lycanthropy, as they'd tried to work through the in's and out's of it together, had been spread over sketchbooks, loose scrolls, near countless photos, text files on the computer, and eventually were all scanned and collected in a medical dossier he printed and bound himself. But, beggars couldn't be choosers, and that was the kind of enthusiasm that was likely to chase anyone who wasn't Tommy away. A garbage-picked notebook would just have to do.