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Sirius Black ([personal profile] grimbiker) wrote in [community profile] goneawayworld2020-05-29 10:28 am

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.

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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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-08-22 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, sure, there's a lot of ways any move we make could end real badly." Saturday shrugs. "We're trapped on a corporate post apocalypse hell-machnie with magic fake sciencey shock collars in our guts an' no real notion what we're dealing with or what each other's capable of or how our respective special shit might interact. Whole rig is a tinderbox, an' I ain't just talking about personality conflicts. Anyway, his name's Alloran, if you wanna talk to him about it."

Saturday's never met a risk she's not willing to talk with a little bit of thought and triangulation - if the reward is good enough. Rules, in her mind, only exist to make you think very carefully before you break them.

"So that's the basic pitch," she continues. "Kind of a playin' by ear thing for the moment."