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Who: Everybody who hates this moon! And a few that don't!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The Good Ship Iskaulit
When: Throughout the Toxic Moon event

[Y'all, Misty can't be the only one who hates this place, so let's all gather on the Iskaulit, safe from all that dark and rot down on the polluted moon and have ourselves a good time!

(Or at least, a pollution-free time).

A list of establishments on the Iskaulit can be found here!]

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Yeah. Lots of witches in the Homelands and a lot of them interested in dealing with the wolf.

Lot of them made it through into exile. White Doe, Totenkinder, even heard rumor that the girl queen of the green isle made it off.

Exile? I take it y'all were hunted too.

Yes. I can kill an army, but I can't stop what never ends.

You think they'll always hate people like us?

Probably.

They've stopped burning people at the stake in my time and world, but only because they don't believe in magic.

Fuck, I miss the Homelands some days.

[Her face goes white as a sheet at the mention of burnings and she takes an instinctive step back, more scared of that than she'll ever be of a werewolf.]

Maybe they say they don't believe, but that don't mean shit. Not where I'm from.

[ He's not very scary. He's very big, but he's also flopped out like a dog by a fireplace, so it's hard to find that threatening. ]

My world? They don't believe. The Mundys have never really had magic, just accusations of it. The magic comes from our people, our worlds.

Been burnt? Sucks, huh?

Fucking bastards. Said I was a sinner, that I was sleepin' with the devil and I had to be punished.

Sounds like someone I used to know.

I hope he's still alive. I'd like to eat him up, limb by limb, so he can experience the full horror of impending and inevitable death.

He'll get what's coming to him, one way or another. They all will.

Yes.

But it would much sweeter if I got to deliver it.

[ He yawns wide. His teeth are nightmarishly long and sharp, his gape easily enough to eat a person whole. ]

[Impressive. Remind her never to piss him off.]

Maybe you'll still get to one day.

I hope so. Revenge is delicious.

Can't argue with that.

[She knows she ain't supposed to feel right about what she did to Madison, but God help her, it felt so damn good to smash the smug bitch's face in.]

Got a friend back home, Snow, she was good at revenge. Cool. Calculating.

I tend to just eat problems.

[ No, he doesn't anymore, but he does miss those days. ]

Hey, it’s straightforward, simple… I never was very good at schemin’ myself. Rather just fight and get it over with, one way or the other.

[She frowns.]

Though I hope you don’t got any reason to eat anyone here.

I've sworn off sentient beings. It's been near four hundred years since I last ate something intelligent.

Though I could make an exception if anyone gets too stroppy.

Four hundred years! Shit, no wonder you know about immortality.

[ He just might preen a little. He likes recognition. Who doesn't? ]

Yeah, well, I'm pretty old even for my kind.

How long do wolves usually live?

... No idea. Five or six years?

Fables live for centuries with ease. And that's what I am.

Fables? Is that what they call magic folk?

Not magic folk. People from the Homelands. Everyone from Snow and Crane down to Puss and the three pigs.

Like... fairy tales?

Yeah. Fairytales.

Fables.