riverviewlogs | 001. august catch-all (ota)

who: Andrew Warner + You!
what: Various goings-on in August- work, full moon, post-moon
when: August!
where: The Quarantine - Communal Housing - Around Town - The perimeter
warnings: I'm not 100% sure but its Drew and a full moon so: Drug use, angst, wolfishness, nudity, blood, transformations, violence, injury.

a. I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

the quarantine - aug 5th

[Drew probably should've called in sick this close to the full moon, especially now that he was here, without a pack. It meant that things were already going to be difficult for him this particular full moon but add entirely new environments and locations and both he and the wolf were unsettled. The wolf, because it was pining for something that was lost to it for now; a severed bond that it desperately wanted back. The man, because he didn't know where he stood in this new world. He'd yet to carve those deep bonds with people that he needed to keep himself level in these trying times.

He'd made some wise decisions at least, in that he still had some of his stipend and access to more of what he needed to make it through the transformations. But a shift at work was something he usually used to clear his head in the run up to the peak of the lunar cycle; here though, it just reminded him of what he'd left behind and everything served its purpose in cementing that fact. Sure there were people in the bar now, but they weren't shifters, they weren't all werewolves, they weren't what he was used to.

It didn't do well to dwell on these kinds of thoughts and Drew should've known that, hell Drew usually did know that. But people kept drifting to the forefront of his mind, especially with the tumultuous way in which he'd left things. One particular face drifted into his mind's eye as he was restocking a shelf and a sound like a shot rung out in the bar as Drew's hand collapsed around the bottle he was holding, the glass piercing through his skin as Drew let out a sound like a muffled howl, eyes burning a supernatural blue as he thought of him while whiskey and blood dripped to the floor.]

b. The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound

communal housing/the perimeter/around the city - aug. 7th-9th

[Drew had gone all day toying with the idea that tonight he wouldn't shift, that he'd spend the entire full moon as a man... it was a bit of a desperate thought brought on by the fact that he didn't like the idea of running alone tonight, unbound as he was. He'd usually manage to harness an amount of zen just from being with his pack-mates on the day of the full moon and also the time leading up to it. Already though his nerves were frayed. It wouldn't be his very first full moon alone, just the first in a while. He prepared efficiently though, smoking to what felt like his own capacity.

At the moon's apex, a howl can be heard that practically splits the skies, just beyond the communal housing area as Drew's body tears itself apart with the forced transformation. His spin splitting and reforming with fur, bones cracking and realigning themselves into new positions, internal organs shifting to accommodate a quadrupedal form- yet all hidden behind the blanket of drugs, Drew safe from the truly awful effects on his own little cloud of peace.

From then on, a wolf that stands at five feet tall can be seen in various parts of the city. Beyond the perimeter, fighting monster against monster with those beyond the city. At the river, taking a cool refreshing drink of the water. Or even looking decidedly humane, strolling along the shopping district and gazing in the windows.

If approached, the wolf is clearly tame and even friendly... maybe its even down for a game of catch or just some companionship.]

c. You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl

sunset diner- aug 10th

[On the days after the full moon Drew can be found in pretty much any coffee shop or diner there is around the city, looking like a man nursing the world's worst hangover. Especially in the mid-afternoons, he'll be seen with plates of food so high it would be impossible that any man could manage to eat it. Or coffee by what seems like the bucketful. He's slowly coming back to himself now, albeit tender from the roller-coaster time he'd been having of experiencing a full moon while being on a moon.

If prompted, he'll talk about the experience, if recognised, he'll be happier than usual to engage in a conversation. So far away from his pack, now's the time that he'd need other people- to remind him that while a werewolf, he's still decidedly human and not a creature that ran purely on animal drives and instincts.]

d. wildcard
[Anything else you want with Drew during the full moon period or August in general? Go wild! For plotting purposes I'm available on:

razrushost and Discord: Razrushost#8963. ]

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[It isn't surprising that Alec's become a regular at the bar. Even before arriving in another reality, he'd been a night owl because of job requirements and years of strange hours means his sleep schedule isn't exactly normal. And why would he go back to the apartment when Magnus is here, running his new business.

He doesn't need Alec's presence there. He can take care of any trouble that might start, but Alec likes to be nearby even when he's got his nose buried in a book, scratching out notes in archaic languages, a glass of juice beside him. Peripherally, he notices Drew, aware his location while writing down another note.

The sound of glass shattering jerks Alec out of his studying, moving toward the werewolf so quickly that he's a blur of motion to anyone else around him. He stops when he sees the shift of color in Drew's eyes, hold his hands up in a way that's non-threatening.]

Does blue mean you're hurt or you're about to shift?

[Drew was more than used to Alec hanging around and while it had become habitual for him to see the younger man that did not mean he'd calmed down at all with regards to how he treated the boy.

Tonight though he was a little too preoccupied to be flirting; he almost took it as a threat when Alec was suddenly in front of him, his lips curling back in a snarl at the surprise of the Shadowhunter just suddenly being there.] ...it means I just fucking got half a fuckin' bottles worth of glass stuck in my fuckin' hand.

[Drew's eyes do calm though.] An' its blue 'cause my fuckin' eyeS are blue. [He stares at him as if to prove his point but he was half tempted to smack Alec around the head for the question alone.]

[Alec's had years of dealing with cranky, angry siblings who do not want any type of first aid and angry werewolves that would rather bite someone than let them help.

Rolling his eyes, he waits for Drew to recognize him and, more importantly, recognize that he isn't a threat. He's still not sure if he's going to have to deal with a wolf instead of a flirty bartender.] I noticed. I'll help with that when I'm sure I'm not going to need to play rodeo with a werewolf again.

[Yes, again because he did end up hogtying a werewolf in a bar a few months back. No one could say his dates with Magnus are boring...]

The 'my eyes are always blue' line might work on Mundanes but not with me. Glowing eyes usually means magic or about to shift.

[Drew just stares at him point blank for a couple of minutes, using the time to pull himself back together, away from the thought of a full moon and closer to his normal self.] Alec... are you seriously fuckin' worried I'm about to go wild an' try bite you or some shit. I mean damn, dude. [Drew shakes his head.] The only time I'd wanna get my mouth on you ain't got nothin' to do with tryin'a fuckin' hurt you.

[He reaches for a towel so that he can stop bleeding around the bar before taking a deep breath and exhaling.] An' it don't mean either of those it just means I felt somethin' a little too fiercely. [Brandishing his hand at Alec.] This time? Pain.

[After years of dealing with rowdy Downworlders and his parabatai's idea of Saturday night entertainment, Alec knows that there can be a fine line between 'normal' and 'bar full of werewolf'. Arching an eyebrow, he begins to smile.]

Not bite me but maybe get furry. Old instincts are hard to ignore. Be careful around a cranky werewolf so you don't ruin your date. [He assumes that normally Drew can control the change or he wouldn't be working for Magnus, but Alec's learning there's differences between one reality's Downworld and another's.] I'm glad that whatever fantasies you have don't involve that kind of biting. That's a serious no on my kink list.

If glowing eyes don't signal the change, does something else? [Moving toward Drew, he picks up the first aid kit he'd stashed behind the bar just in case Jace's self-destructive tendencies start acting up again.] I can get it to stop bleeding. Magnus could heal it if he's not busy.

Jesus dude, how many times has a werewolf ruined your date? [He was more curious about that than anything, honestly.] Besides, y'see the moon today? Its enough to make anyone a little extra beasty. [Except they couldn't see the moon, thanks to the weird system at play here. Drew's curse seemed to have attached itself to the planet instead while they lived on an actual moon.] An' hey I'm into a little bitin' every now an' again, just not hard enough to draw blood... I'm no alpha.

[He eyes the first aid kit in Alec's hand, expression turning more quizzical than pained or frustrated.] The hell kinda pussy ass werewolves you been hangin' out with? [He moved to tear a chunk of glass out of his hand and drops it on the bar.] Forget first aid, can y'be a good guy an' grab me my bag, a bowl an' some water? [Because there were so many easier ways to deal with this and as much as he'd enjoy Alec taking care of him, it would just waste time.] Unless y'got a cute nurse's outfit an' I take that back.

First date was werewolf rodeo. [He's surprised that Magnus had agreed to a second date after that.] Also attempted food poisoning because a werewolf had a thing against my kin. Emergency missions to help the New York pack...

How does the moon work for werewolves in this reality? [It's not something he's really thought of since the Downworlders here aren't as obvious to Alec as they are in New York.] Only alphas bite like that?

The type that don't get all the glass out of their wounds and have fun with having to dig it out after they've healed. [Both with werewolves and with Jace. No one seems to worry about details like that until after Alec has to dig glass out of healed wounds.

Setting down the case, Alec grabs the items that Drew requested.]

No nurse outfit. My role play options usually lean more toward leather or reliving Magnus' favorite historical eras.

[Drew just shakes his head.] Y'gotta stop lettin' werewolves ruin date night, man... or at least start hangin' out 'round nicer werewolves. Personally speakin' I'd never ruin your date. [Except Drew probably would ruin date night. The conversation, at least, was distracting enough that he was able to calm down a little.]

I have no fuckin' idea man, seems to follow the way things were workin' back home, even if we're on the moon. [He sighs.] An' no... but guys like me don't bite hard enough to leave a mark. What can I say... I prefer to be the guy gettin' penetrated... by teeth. [He actually winks at Alec which is an impressive move considering blood was steadily soaking its way through the towel in his hand.]

Yeah yeah, no point callin' mister magic pants himself down to figure out somethin' like this. [He reaches into his bag and comes out with a metal pipe, the bowl in the shape of a wolf's head and two packages. One was clearly weed and the other had little purple petals in it.] Be a doll an' fill that with four parts green one part purple?

[He then pushed himself up to sit on the bar and grabbed a nearby knife that he'd been using to chop lime wedges just moments before. Wincing slightly, he starts using the blade to flick bits of glass out of his skin and into the bowl, each of them dropping with a clink.] Oh yeah? What's that like... corsets an' wigs?

001. august catch-all (ota)

the quarantine - aug 5th

lmf sorry alec

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