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[monstermasher]

▶ WHO: Everyone!
▶ DATE: August 9th, evening (IC)
▶ WARNINGS: N/A yet.
▶ SUMMARY: A small mingle, for any purpose!

[ Good evening, everyone!

Well, actually it's not. It's raining—hard. Is it supposed to be? Who knows. But there's a thunderstorm rolling in, and zombies aren't immune to being struck by lightning.

Really, though—there's nothing entirely extraordinary about tonight. It's what you choose to make of it.

OOC: This is just a quick little mingle; your characters can be doing whatever you'd like! ARE THEY HUDDLING FOR SHELTER FROM THE STORM? REMINISCING ABOUT FOND RAINY DAY MEMORIES? IS THERE A MURDER GOING ON SOMEWHERE? ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER EVIDENCE OF WHY YOU'RE HERE? ]

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[spoild]

[Oh look! Tail wagging! Do, uh, wolves wag their tails? That's weird, isn't it? Maybe it's like a domesticated wolf. It doesn't seem frightened of her after all.

She holds out her hand for him to sniff at, hoping maybe she can pet him if all's successful.]

Hi there, big guy. Or girl. [Steph shrugs]

[disappointments]

[ like roger's got any fuckin' clue if wolves wag their tails.

he stretches his head forward somewhat daintily to meet her hand. it's less about behaving to expectations and more about finding out what he can, which turns out not to be much. she almost smells familiar, but then, they're all here together. there's bound to be some mingling of scents.

when he pulls back, he remembers to keep wagging his tail. the friendlier the dog, the harder it is to eat it, right?

oh god, he hadn't even thought of that. what if someone tries to fucking eat him? ]

[spoild]

[Who the hell would eat a dog???? Not Steph, that's for sure.

After he sniffs her hand, she reaches up to pat him and scratch behind the ears..]

Awww. Where'd you come from anyway? I didn't know we had a wolf dog. [Like he can answer her.]

[disappointments]

[ well, at least she seems to realize he's not your garden-variety mutt, even if she is petting him like one. (roger isn't complaining.) in answer to her question, he looks in the general direction of 'outside the fence.'

he's honestly tempted to play along. maybe it wouldn't be so bad, being an animal in the apocalypse. he's a smart dog. if some human wanted to champion him, he'd give them plenty of reason: an obedient, intelligent animal with as many teeth as roger has right now could be a huge help. he could be a guard dog, he could learn to hunt.

but when he thinks about it, about staying a wolf for that long? it's scary. how long would it take him to forget what his own voice sounds like?

(the alternative doesn't feel much safer, though. how long before someone catches him shifting and tries to burn him at the stake or some shit?) ]