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goneawayworld2020-05-29 10:28 am
grimbiker) wrote in goneawayworld2020-05-29 10:28 am
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Not Sleeping Like a Dog
Who: Sirius and Open
What: A great big “dog” sniffing around the Rig. Come and get any much needed therapy dog cuddles and a much more understanding dog than most-- or just find him shapeshifting.
Where: About the rig
When: Night, prior to the Adverse Rig Event
Warnings/Notes: References to imprisonment and dealing with the effects of that. There will be talk of murder and probably PTSD flashbacks in the thread with Remus. Smoking in the thread with Saturday. Will add more here as needed.
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A. Padding Around (Open)
Sirius couldn’t sleep. Considering he wasn’t welcome in his room and also that he’d taken to spending his nights as a dog lately, this wasn’t surprising. Sirius first started his nightly wandering of the halls as his usual self, then turned into his Animagus form. It was easier to be a dog, less painful, and the smells were far more interesting.
He also had the vague idea that if he were caught like this, he might be in less trouble. Or he might be in more. He’d find out once that happened.
He didn’t check out any rooms just yet. He was just wandering around and getting a mental layout of the place. If anyone approached him, he’d wag his tail and walk slowly toward them. Just a normal, friendly dog. Granted, this dog was huge Newfound-like dog, the size of a short person. Black and shaggy, he could be either terrifying or adorable, depending on one’s view.
Unless they happened to catch him while changing back to Sirius Black, as he sometimes did. In which case, they’d just get a sheepish grin.
B. I Solemnly Swear I Didn’t Betray Our Friends (Closed to Remus)
To say it had been a long day was an understatement. Sirius longed to sleep. And they had actual beds here. On the way to his room he imagined what it would be like to have a nice, restful night in peace and quie--
He stopped just inside of his room. He knew he’d have a roommate, of course. He just didn’t think it’d be…
“Remus,” he said quietly. “This is your room?”
The last time they’d talked had not gone well. It’d been pretty close to explosive, really. Sirius had little hope that this time would be better.
What: A great big “dog” sniffing around the Rig. Come and get any much needed therapy dog cuddles and a much more understanding dog than most-- or just find him shapeshifting.
Where: About the rig
When: Night, prior to the Adverse Rig Event
Warnings/Notes: References to imprisonment and dealing with the effects of that. There will be talk of murder and probably PTSD flashbacks in the thread with Remus. Smoking in the thread with Saturday. Will add more here as needed.
I can switch to actionspam if you prefer that.
A. Padding Around (Open)
Sirius couldn’t sleep. Considering he wasn’t welcome in his room and also that he’d taken to spending his nights as a dog lately, this wasn’t surprising. Sirius first started his nightly wandering of the halls as his usual self, then turned into his Animagus form. It was easier to be a dog, less painful, and the smells were far more interesting.
He also had the vague idea that if he were caught like this, he might be in less trouble. Or he might be in more. He’d find out once that happened.
He didn’t check out any rooms just yet. He was just wandering around and getting a mental layout of the place. If anyone approached him, he’d wag his tail and walk slowly toward them. Just a normal, friendly dog. Granted, this dog was huge Newfound-like dog, the size of a short person. Black and shaggy, he could be either terrifying or adorable, depending on one’s view.
Unless they happened to catch him while changing back to Sirius Black, as he sometimes did. In which case, they’d just get a sheepish grin.
B. I Solemnly Swear I Didn’t Betray Our Friends (Closed to Remus)
To say it had been a long day was an understatement. Sirius longed to sleep. And they had actual beds here. On the way to his room he imagined what it would be like to have a nice, restful night in peace and quie--
He stopped just inside of his room. He knew he’d have a roommate, of course. He just didn’t think it’d be…
“Remus,” he said quietly. “This is your room?”
The last time they’d talked had not gone well. It’d been pretty close to explosive, really. Sirius had little hope that this time would be better.
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Just as well. Alloran is out of practice with this kind of thing and it takes him a minute to get sorted out and take control back from the tiger brain. The tiger's body language changes subtly. He sits down, and it's been enough of a pause to not feel like a natural extension of the conversation, but he still says, <Painless. Unsettling, maybe, but I've morphed stranger animals.>
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It was thrilling. He hadn't had this kind of excitement in ages.
He smiled. "Thanks for showing me."
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He'll demorph soon enough. The tiger is only mildly less uncomfortable being here, in an enclosed and thoroughly unnatural space without even the smell of the outdoors, than he is in his own body. Usually when moving around in morph he's human, and uncomfortable in different ways, a lot of them related to a lack of heat.
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"Nothing alarms me." Sirius grinned. A lie but clearly one that was made out of joking bravado.