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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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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?

Yeah, that never sat right with me either. He's lucky the wolf........you didn't set it on fire for roast pig. [She's been told she was in a comic book once. And known of other people recognizing others from movies and such. This isn't completely crazy, right?

It feels pretty crazy.]

Maybe you just see something in them other people overlooked.

Starting fires is hard without opposable thumbs. I was very young. Much smaller. Not so clever or experienced.

Or I'm as much an idiot as them.

You couldn't transform back then?

I'm trying to assume watching out for Sascha doesn't make me an idiot. Maybe a fool.

Back?

[ He gives her a clearly confused look. ]

Well, not...back I guess. Just transform at all.

No. I didn't become a wereman until comparatively recently. In the last five hundred years.

Can I ask your age or is that taboo for wolves too?

I don'y know how old I am. Years mean little to Fables and even less to wolves. I am at least a thousand years old. I am probably much, much older. The Mirror says I am probably as old as humanity's fear of wolves.

I'd probably stop counting over a thousand too.

So you refer to yourself as a Fable? And this mirror, would that be the one who tells you if you're the fairest in all the land?

We call ourselves Fables. We found a world where our stories are told over and over and they called them Fables, so we ran with it.

That one. Makes you fucking rhyme as well, prick.

Yeah, my world would be one of those worlds. I guess that's not so strange. [It's still kind of strange.] Someone told me I was in a comic book in their world once.

Rhyming jerk. [What is life? No, really, what is life?]

[ Bigby huffs and curls himself up a bit more. ]

Comic book, huh?

That's what I hear. Things like that came up a lot in the prison. Someone I was dating was always seeing people he'd watched in movies.

What's this prison?

MarinaNova. It's kind of like all of this but with an underwater prison theme. It's where I was before the fleet.

This is your second shithouse prison in a row? Fuck. That sucks.

It's not so bad considering the alternative.