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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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[ He starts following her because she smells familiar.

or rather, there's a scent on her that's familiar and he's put together enough to decide that this is probably Kitty who has been mothering Sascha and Sascha was very fond of.

Big is watching from the shadows. His head is resting on his paws, big, yellow eyes watching her wandering around before finally speaking. ]

You must be Kitty.

[Ever get that feeling like you're being followed? It doesn't faze her much since phasing is always an option and plenty of fleet members use this ship regularly. She does stop and turn when she's addressed though.

He's a little hard to make out in the shadows, but the positioning and eyes tell her he's not humanoid.]

If I must be, then I must be. I don't have a name for you though.

[ And big. Very. Big.

He cants his head slightly and blinks at her, sniffing again. Yep. That's her. ]

Bigby.

[Well, screw shadows then, that is one big wolf!]

Ah. [She has heard that name.] Sascha must like you. He used your real name.

[ His head emerges from the darkness as he stretches his neck to sniff again. ]

He knows better than to try pet names with me. I'll kick him out of the den.

[She's used to Logan always sniffing things. And yet there is always something odd about knowing you are the one being sniffed. For his sake at least it's been awhile since she was able to smoke regularly.]

He wouldn't like that. [She thinks back to him sick from the pollution and lying in her bed, but not sleeping because he didn't want her to leave.] I guess he used my name too or do you know me for some other reason?

He's talked about you. I demand names from him, not vague nicknames.

You've been very kind to him.

I think he sees it that way because the world's been especially unkind to him. [Okay, she's been kind to him too and protective, but not without some push back. He's like an exercise in patience.]

Idiot thinks I'm kind to him. I'm not. I'm just not cruel.

You... showed him kindness.

He eats up my patience pretty fast and has no survival skills, but... I know what it's like to be unliked for what I am.

I'm working on him.

He has literally no memories of anything. He had to start from scratch, just basic functions like speaking and walking mostly intact.

[ Stress on mostly. ]

[She nods, having heard some of that.] He told me he couldn't even read before the augment.

What kinds of lessons are you giving?

Started with basic stuff. How to pretend to be human. Don't eat raw meat where anyone can see you. Wear the glasses. Don't tell people you're a vampire if you don't know them. Just stuff as it comes up. The things I had to learn about pretending to be human, centuries ago.

I'd say glasses don't seem like they'd be all that good a disguise for this. [Gesturing toward him.] But I'm guessing you have another form. [Which she was already guessing due to his size. The other ships wouldn't handle it as easily as this one.]

But concealment wasn't really what I had in mind.

Yeah. I'd show you, but you humans tend to be funny about other humans being naked.

[ And he can't be bothered finding his clothes and getting dressed. He's quite comfortable as is. ]

Maybe not, but pretending to be like other people will keep him alive. Stop lynch mods and pitch forks. I like to check people he talks about, make sure no one's taking advantage of him.

[ The fact he's sharing that with her means she's been approved of. ]

[Smirking.] I'm a mutant, but I'll still take your word for it.

[Look at her passing tests she didn't even know she was taking.] It's something. Have you come up against pitchforks?

You're a human mutant and you pass easily as mundane.

[ He hums and nods before dropping his chin to his paws, scratching absently behind one massive ear. ]

Boiled. Burned. Pitchforks. Axes. You name it, I've probably survived it.

Boiled? That just seems like it would take a lot of time and work. [There was probably a more sympathetic reaction to that to be had, wasn't there?] Just because you're different? [She could easily believe this. She's seen it.] You weren't huffing and puffing any houses down or eating grandmothers, right? [Kidding. Definitely kidding.]

... maybe.

[ That shifty side eye, the not guilty tone but definitely far from innocent... ]

I was hungry at the time.

..........You're kidding, right?

[ He blinks at her and says nothing. ]

[She just watches him in return for a minute.] Okay, [in as much as she's going to be okay with eating grandmas ever] but coincidence? You don't actually know little red riding hood, right?

... not well.

I'm on good terms with Colin Pig, though.

...And he would be one of the three little pigs? [What is life?]

Straw house. Fucking idiot. Seriously, who even does that?

.. Why do I seem to collect idiots with no life skills? What does that even say about me?

Wandering

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