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A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

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Isaac Lahey

[frigidaire]

[ upon first entering the room, the lights are dim, flickering at best. you'll have to squint to see. it's cold -- not incredibly uncomfortable, and sometimes it seems like the cold air might stop working altogether. stay in too long and it'll start to get humid, stuffy, hot. there's also this constant droning hum, like something's running in the distance, but the room is pretty small.

in one corner, Isaac sits, knees pulled up to his chest, head tilted back against the walls. he doesn't look to be in any distress yet, but he does't look comfortable, either.

the walls are made of a strange, textured metal, but on one wall? there are deep, thick gashes that if you touch, you'll feel a sense of immense dread, maybe even mild claustrophobia, but either way it's not a good feeling. they almost look as though they've been carved out by hand, and they look old.

there are various items strewn about the room, some which might give off warmer, happier feelings -- a lacrosse stick | faintly lit glow-sticks | a scarf | an empty take-out back from a mexican restaurant | some school text books | a set of house keys

other items will induce a somewhat mixed feeling, not happy, not horrified, but sitting uncomfortably in your stomach or chest: a photograph of a family with one woman, a man and two young boys | a poster on the wall with the phases of the moon | a shovel

and finally, there are things that shouldn't be touched, that Isaac keeps at the far reaches of the room, away from the corner he's sitting in. they'll induce a myriad of feelings like dread, horror, confusion, sorrow: to one side, almost hidden completely in shadow is a long, old freezer box. the outside is dented, the white paint scratched off in places, a pile of chains resting on top | a french flag | a silver-tipped arrow | a pile of ice that no matter how hot it gets, won't melt.

explore, talk to Isaac, do whatever you want! ]


(cw: freezer box and the gashes in the wall will definitely induce talks of abuse. possible talk of death for some of the darker options, too. feel free to leave a blank comment if you want a starter! )

[takeabow]

[ well, this doesn't seem like a super pleasant place but somehow Nova has found her way here. she wants to take the room all in, but the glow sticks keep catching her eye, so she'll walk over and pick them up ]

[frigidaire]

[ the glow sticks make a low, throbbing beat begin in the background, almost like a nightclub from the outside. one of them even has a bit of dried, florescent face-paint on it. Isaac recognizes Nova, but he doesn't move from the corner. ]

What, don't you like dancing?

[ the dim lights in the room might even strobe a little here and there, and Isaac laughs. ]

[takeabow]

Hate it, actually.

[ it sounds like it was meant to be a joke of sorts but she's on edge and nervous about the situation so it comes off flat ]

[frigidaire]

Your loss.

[ because dancing is a lot of fun, and a great way to forget troubles. it's also a great networking event, really. ]

They're not going to bite or anything. They're just glowsticks. [ or maybe they will? because he'd danced with Allison that night, really talked to her that night, and now... well. Allison was gone. ]

Maybe it's not for everyone.

[takeabow]

No, it's fine.

[ puts them back ]

Sorry. This is invasive.

[frigidaire]

[ the music fades almost immediately, the lights stop flickering and Isaac looks out across the room from her. but there's the lingering smell of perfume on the air, of heat and sweat, a night spend dancing close to someone he loved. ]

It was just a rave. [ he shrugs, stretching his legs out in front of him. ] Guess you didn't have those where you are from, huh?

[ he's subdued, not sharp and sarcastic like he might have been had they met outside of this room. ] Being on a spaceship is pretty invasive. And your Stiles's ... whatever. So. I guess you're safe.

[feathery]

[A wild crowkid appears!

Ok, not really wild. Not much of a crowkid, either; for the moment, Davesprite could pass as a normal teenager. Maybe. The sunglasses indoors kind of ruin it.

He wheels around, still-present bird sensibilities not really taken with being stuffed in a tiny box, and stops when he sees Isaac.]

Kind of shitty decor, don't you think. My head is homier than this.

[frigidaire]

[ turns out not many people do well when stuffed inside a box. but Isaac looks up from his place in the corner when he hears the voice. ]

No, I think it's festive.

[ eyeroll. he shrugs, looking around. the constant hum, the metal walls, it's not exactly a happy place but he's seen worse. ] So, who are you? I mean, unless you wandered here by accident, not sure why anyone would want to come here. [ he's just being honest, but there are some good things in the room, at least. ]

[feathery]

Oh yeah, the glow-sticks with those textbooks just scream "party" to me.

[Davesprite is mostly thinking the shitty ballpit (completely devoid of multicolored balls) that his bro used to ditch him in was an improvement over this. He pockets his hands, before he blinks and glances back over his shoulder, like he's looking for something that isn't there.]

—Right, yeah. I mean I don't think I ended up here on purpose, but— [he shrugs] —we kind of already did introductions. Bird Dave, just without the bird look. Seemed like unnecessary baggage to haul around, you feel.

[frigidaire]

What, don't like raves? Parties?

[ a ball pit would be an equally acceptable sort of party, but unfortunately he isn't so lucky. instead they get text books, creepy freezer boxes and glow sticks. deal with it. ]

Oh. Bird Dave, I thought your voice was familiar, but. [ he shrugs a little. the name feels odd on his tongue -- seriously who was called Bird Dave? well. he could respect someone like that. ] Sorry you ended up here. The wings would have been cool, though. I mean, they're wings -- that's not really baggage, right?

[feathery]

Well, no, but it comes off more like you're prepping for a garage sale, dude. A box sale. Everything must go. You won't find another bargain bin out there like this, at least not until you hit the next yard sard. I mean yale sale. Fuck.

[He pauses in the midst of his museumesque voyeurism and makes a face. He hasn't touched anything yet, but he's certainly being a nosy fucker when it comes to looking.]

And they kind of are. I probably would have swatted you in the face with them at least once by now. Close quarters and all.

[frigidaire]

You want any of this stuff, take it.

[ he has some strong suggestions of what not to take, but he's not exactly going to tell him what to do. Isaac shrugs from his place on the floor. ]

But a yard sard? Yeah, that's what I'm having. One big happy yard sale to get rid of all the happiest items in my life. [ come on, like he honestly chose for the room to turn out like this? no, not necessarily, but Isaac isn't always the brightest crayon in the box and his mind isn't exactly the happiest of places. ]

Should have made it a Denny's or something. Then we could at least eat good food.

[versusnurture]

[This . . . this is hard. She doesn't know quite what to do, because he doesn't look scared, but there's clearly something wrong here, and it feels like something's about to come crashing down on her head. Or his. Or both.]

[On the other hand, her curiosity - her morbid and vicious curiosity, her I want to see what will happen - is urging her towards the marks on the wall, the things in the shadows of the room. Her eyes narrow sharply at the freezer box, and it feels like she's almost, almost remembering something, and then--]

[She thinks, What would Ben do? and knows this isn't really about choice, it's about what a person would do versus what a puppet would do versus what a monster would do, and she knows what she is. So she crosses to Isaac's corner and slides down the wall next to him, wrapping her arms around her knees.]

Hey. It sucks in here. You should leave.

[frigidaire]

[ when she enters the room, he does nothing but watch her, an air of ease about him even though the room itself is dank and dark. the closer she gets to the marks though, the more claustrophobic the room begins to feel, the temperature turning just this side of uncomfortable, thick. the boy in the corner also tenses, watching her, watching the marks, as though the gouged slashes might come alive, might spring right out of the metal and attack.

but just as quickly as the room changed, it returns to it's normal chilly state as she walks away from them, but the lingering sensation of something inherently wrong might not leave. not for a while. ]

That's for making me aware. [ as if he didn't know the room was terrible, but it's awful in a way that he can predict. it's safe in it's dangers. ] You should leave. Not really where people come to have a good time.

[versusnurture]

[Wrong is something she's used to. It doesn't bother her so much, just reminds her, as it reminds him, that she always has to be aware, just in case something awful is coming. And it almost always is.]

[She tips her head at him and doesn't smile, because she's not stupid and she's not dishonest. This isn't a smiling situation.]

Who says I came here to have a good time?

[Glancing over at the marks on the wall again, she tips her head slightly away from him to show the scar on her neck, the place where her ear used to be and isn't anymore.]

Sometimes having a good time is just kind of a lie. I'd rather look at the real thing.

[frigidaire]

Then I don't know why you're here.

[ whether she arrived willingly or not, he's not sure why anyone wouldn't run from the room. it's not all filled with darkness, but there is plenty of the bad to go around. what he doesn't expect is to see the scar along her neck, the missing ear. ]

Sounds about right. Honesty is the best policy, right? [ he glances over to the marks on the wall, then back to her again. ] Why're you here then?

[versusnurture]

Because I like to see the truth, like I said.

[She sighs a little, looks down at her lap. It's tempting to leave it at that, honestly, because - she still doesn't trust people that much. Not the way someone like Scott does, openly and effortlessly. Not with a loving heart. No, she trusts people who've had to work at it, really work to earn her loyalty, but once she starts, she doesn't stop.]

[Then again . . . he's here, hiding from this room. His own room, his own mind. Who does that remind her of.]

And because I've got scars like those, too. [She points at the scratches on the wall.] Maybe not from the same monster. But it really bites to be alone.

[frigidaire]

The truth can suck sometimes, though.

[ but there's less hostility in his voice now. she doesn't seem to be leaving, so he figures he'll have to deal with it. and he's not a complete asshole. when she points to the scratches, he visibly shudders. ]

Yeah, it does. [ who does he have? Scott, maybe, back home, but even then with Allison gone, he's not sure that's even a possibility anymore. his whole life has changed. ] Except I bet the monster who gave you your scratches wasn't you. Those? [ he gestures to the scratches, and the room itself seems to get a little more stuffy. ] The monster was me.

[mordedura]

[Santanico feels a sense of dread in her stomach as she steps inside the room. There are gashes on the wall. Violent, nasty things. Something bad has happened here, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that much. She does not
reach out to touch them.

She knows better than that.

She wanders across the room, eventually finding herself in front of the phases of the moon. She reaches out to touch it, as if wondering what she'll see. She has yet to address the boy in the corner. She will soon enough.]

[frigidaire]

[ the room itself is not necessarily uncomfortable, but there's something dark, unpleasant about it. indeed, bad things have happened in this place but right now they seem relatively calm.

when she touches the poster, though, she might well feel a stab of pain, something quick and sharp on her arm, leaving as quick as it had arrived. almost like a bite. she may even see the mark, hear the roar of something note quite human, but not exactly animalistic either. but with it comes a memory, a flash of a prison cell, of clawed hands, and finally, a face in the reflection of reinforced glass.

it's the boy from the corner, Isaac, staring in wonder at sharp, pointed teeth, eyes alight with amber, breathing heavily, panting. he's both scared and proud, terrified and powerful, something she might well feel coursing through her own veins until he growls, the memory fading, the sound echoing around the room. whether the sound came from the memory or from the boy in the corner, it's really hard to tell. ]

[mordedura]

[She yelps a little at the shock of pain. A bite that feels animal like. (not like a snake, not like she's used to) there's a roar. clawed hands.

Someone else might be judgmental, she's more curious. She's used to the culebras, snake people, but she hasn't run into people like other animals. Other cursed beings.

She tilts her head, looking over at the boy in the corner now.]

You're not human, are you?

[frigidaire]

[ not many people go straight for the dark, scary things, and it's not like Isaac is exactly advertising that he's a werewolf. better safe than sorry, really, but all of this could just be a dream to her, something fictional. and he could have stopped her, but he didn't. ]

I'm human enough.

[ he shrugs, stretching legs out in front of him. he watches her closely -- she's too comfortable with the idea of the inhuman, the supernatural, he can tell by the way she asks, the curiosity in her tone. ]

[mordedura]

[Santanico has been used to being a dark and scary thing for a long time. Centuries.

She laughs a little.]

But you're something else too.

[Just like she is.]

[frigidaire]

Yeah, I am.

[ not that he really meant for all of that to come out, but he suspects she's not too different from him. supernatural, definitely. ]

What about you? You're pretty certain that I am, so... I'll show you mine if you show yours?

[ ... Isaac Lahey, classiest, smoothest werewolf in town. ]