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[theshabbiestofmen]

Who: Remus Lupin
Broadcast:
When: January 14th, early evening

[Remus sits on the floor in James' room, back against the bed, holding the communicator in one hand. The other is tangled in his hair; he pushes his hand through the tangled curls again and again throughout this little speech. Still, he smiles pleasantly enough. This first part is easy, after all.]

Right, hello. My name is Remus Lupin, I've been here a few months, and I've noticed a bit of a trend among those taken. There's quite a few of us with-- well, abilities, for lack of a better word. Abilities that most human beings don't have. They vary, of course, but-- it's an odd consistency. I've met more people with magic than I usually do in a year. Something to think on, perhaps.

In any case: even if it's a meaningless connection-- something that has no significance beyond sheer entertainment value-- I'd be interested to hear what everyone can do. Whether you call it magic or alchemy or even if it's-- god, I don't know, if you have a talent for juggling, I'd be interested. I want to know more about what kind of company I keep.

[His smile fades, now, and he hesitates visibly.]

For example, I, ah. I'm a wizard. Wand and all. I can do magic, which means anything from transfiguration to charms to knowing what plants to use to brew a good cold remedy. It's hardly infallible, but it's certainly useful. And, ah . . .

I'm a werewolf as well. The sort that only changes once a month. It's lasted here, but I seem to have control over it. I take quite a few precautions, so-- so it won't be a problem. I'm not the only werewolf here, nor the only other supernatural creature, but--

[He shrugs. His face is pale, now, the little scars standing out sharply against his skin-- but he forces himself to keep talking.]

I'm used to keeping it a secret at home. And I'm sure others are as well. So I suppose this is a . . . a way to let everyone know. Even if they don't want to tell anyone else, they know they're not alone.

[His mouth twists in a wry smirk.]

That, and I'm tired of keeping it a secret.

Comments

[nextlineis]

[. . .]

[Well. Joseph doesn't particularly care what kind of creature other people are as long as they aren't hurting anyone else. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a question.]

[. . . Hoe, don't do it.]

Soooooooo... Do you have to worry about fleas and ticks more than the average person?

[deshabille]

Jojo!

[nextlineis]

What?

[deshabille]

That's very rude, and it's not even funny rude.

[nextlineis]

What!? It's not like I asked him if he's got a collar when he's transformed or something!

[deshabille]

You're implying that he's dirty. Do it again and I'll chase you up and down the Caprine throwing soap in your eyes.

[nextlineis]

How is that implying he's dirty? Dogs get ticks and fleas just by walking through tall grass! It's a legitimate concern!

[deshabille]

Yes, but dogs are very stupid and never wash, and he is very smart and washes. Besides, I would be able to hear if he had fleas.

Also we're in space.

[nextlineis]

Okay for starters, dogs are not stupid. [You take that back right now, you dirty heathen!] And it's really fucking weird that you can hear fleas.

But that whole argument that we're in space doesn't really count when the little robot thingies find rat things crawling around in the vents on the ship, now does it?

[deshabille]

Well, rats.

[That's it, that's the argument.]

It's weird to me that you can't hear fleas.

[nextlineis]

Does that mean you can hear dust moving in the air?

[deshabille]

Well, it depends how much dust there is.

[nextlineis]

Weird. What about... [!!!] What about if someone farts, but it doesn't make a sound loud enough for anybody to notice?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Well, she told you.

[His mouth twitches, amused.]

As it happens, no, not really. I did get fleas once, but they were quickly disposed over. A very difficult two days for my friends and I, however.

[nextlineis]

She didn't tell me nothing.

[A hundred motherfuckers couldn't.]

No ticks though? That's good. Ticks carry worse diseases than fleas, I think.

[But he's no scientist.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

And they're quite a bit more disgusting. I'll take fleas any day. She was right, though-- I do wash quite thoroughly after each transformation.

[Because of the blood, mostly, but there's no sense in bringing everyone down.]

You're Joseph, I presume?

[nextlineis]

Yep. The one and only! You can call me Jojo though.

[Wait. Hang on. How does he--]

[Joseph frowns a little.]

Mal hasn't been talking about me, has she?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not in any detail. Simply mentioning you once or twice. Very well, all compliments.

[nextlineis]

Oh ho ho! What did she say?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Now, now. That would be telling. Ask her yourself if you're so curious.

[nextlineis]

Aw c'mon. I won't tell her you told me anything!

[Liar liar, pants on fire.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Even I know that's a lie, and I barely know you, Jojo.

[nextlineis]

Never would have thought the guy asking people not to judge him to be so judgmental.

[Shaking his head. So disappoint in you werewolf bro.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

It's not a judgement, simply a matter of fact. You can hardly fault me for being truthful.

[nextlineis]

Sounds more biased to me than truthful.