Bad Moon on the Rise

[not_so_different]

[As the full moon rises, a loud crash is heard in apartment 9A. The mirror is knocked from the dresser as it's thrown on its side. When it hits the floor it activates to the sound of a low whining growl. A figure can be seen kneeling on the floor, her plum colored skirt around her knees, revealing knee high leather boots. Her hair seems wilder than usual... And that's saying something. She covers her face, shaking her head.]

No... No, not again. Not here.

((ooc: Full moon Missy! Proceed with caution. Open to mirror or in the apartment.))

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Mirror

[strangeandunusual]

Lydia knows the full moon wreaks havoc on some Apprentices, but Ace is the only one she's really gotten close to. She had wondered if any of the new people would be affected by the lunar cycle, but she hadn't expected Missy to be one of them. She's folding her laundry when she hears the crash, and a newly familiar voice in distress. She turns her own mirror over, frowning.

"Missy! Are you hurt?"

[not_so_different]

There's a snarl as she turns, confused. It takes a moment for her to figure out where the voice is coming from. That blasted mirror. She crawls over, snatching it off the floor. Lydia will finally get a look of what she'd been covering: Sickly yellow eyes and fangs. Her eyes are wild as she sneers at the mirror, mocking the child.

"Are you hurt? No I'm not hurt."

[strangeandunusual]

Lydia gasps, but it's more shock than terror. "Oh! ... It's the full moon."

She feels sorry for her, but has a feeling that saying so might not go well.

"If it helps... You'll be yourself again tomorrow..."

[not_so_different]

Good call, Lyds.

Missy's eyes narrow. The words triggered something in one part of her brain. She dug into that and recalled that portion of the manual. Right. Monsters lose control on the full moon and transform. Well isn't that just lovely.

Her lips curl in a snarl, "No. It doesn't help."

[strangeandunusual]

Well, she had to admit, if she hasn't expected to wake up that way, she'd be in an awful mood too.

"If you want, I can go get you anything you need from the Emporium so you don't have to go out. ... Not that I'm telling you not to if you want to. I..." It wasn't going well. She sighed. "I'm sorry. Do you want me to to just leave you alone?"

[not_so_different]

This girl is being so kind to her. Kind... even though she's more monstrous now than ever before... with a couple of noteworthy exceptions. The child should be shrinking in terror, not offering to help. Not to mention that apology. Her mind reels. So many confusing thoughts and feelings, she can't stand it.

A soft whining sound escapes her throat before she can stop it. One hand goes to her forehead and she stumbles backwards to sit on the bed. "I... I don't know. I've been alone for so long... perhaps it's for the best. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone."

This despite the longing, burning, ache to do just that. No... she has to fight it.

[strangeandunusual]

It takes a lot more than fangs and eyes to terrify her, especially since she already knows Missy a little, and knows she knows the - oh. Oh, that's a thought.

"Do you want me to go find the Doctor?"

[not_so_different]

She bristles at the suggestion, shaking her head. "What could he do?" Other than laugh... the rude Scotsman that he is. "I don't... know if I want him to see me like this."

[strangeandunusual]

"Okay." She nodded. "I won't tell him, then. It'll be okay. You just ... need a distraction, maybe, so you're not thinking about it all day."

She's about to suggest a book, but decides that if Missy's been alone for too long, a book would just be alone with embellishments.

"What about a game? I played Battleship with Ace over the mirrors when we were camping in different groups."

[not_so_different]

This girl was showing her true kindness... something she hadn't seen in a very very long time. Of course she didn't know who she was, really. Certainly not what she was capable of. Perhaps... perhaps this was a good thing.

"A game? Yes... yes that could do." She doesn't know what battleship is or who this Ace character is, but that wasn't a terrible idea, all things considered.

[strangeandunusual]

"Okay. If you want me to teach you battleship, you just need a piece of paper and something to write with, that's pretty easy."

She brought the mirror over to the kitchen table, where she'd left her drawing pad, and turned it over to a fresh page. She started drawing up the grid while she waited for Missy to get her supplies.

[not_so_different]

That already sounded like too much work... but she needed something to distract herself and it seemed like as good an idea as any. She rolled her eyes, tossing the mirror on the bed. Going to the overturned dresser, she crashed around for a moment until she came up with a notepad and a pencil.

Returning, she flopped on the bed, turning the mirror so she could look into it. "Fine, fine. What now?"

[strangeandunusual]

She held up the grid for Missy to see - a nice even square full of little nice even squares. "You draw the board. Then you have five ships ... one ship takes up two squares. Two of them take up three. One takes up four, and the last one takes up five. You draw them on your grid but don't show me where they are. Then we have to try and guess where they are, by picking one square on the grid at a time, like we're trying to bomb them."

[isthatacactus]

Hi there! [she seems to be exhibiting severe emotional distress. Janet has not been summoned, but as she can't be and has been in the room, it is against her protocol to ignore it]

You seem to be distressed.

[not_so_different]

[Missy whirls around with a sharp hiss. Her wild eyes are a sickly yellow color. That hiss reveals fangs on both her upper and lower teeth. Glaring at the idiot woman she snaps]

Whatever gave you that idea?!

[isthatacactus]

You seem to be in the middle of transforming. [it's unfortunate she doesn't know what to do about that] Do you need assistance?

[not_so_different]

[She shoved herself to her feet, storming over to stare at Janet. Her yellow eyes were fierce and from this distance Janet would be able to tell they had narrow, cat-like pupils. A low growl resonated deep in her throat. ]

And how, precisely, could you assist me?

[isthatacactus]

Unclear. How about a nice massage? [she holds up her hands] That aids in lowering stress hormones and making the body feel mm-mm good!

[not_so_different]

[She looks utterly horrified by the suggestion. Her lips curl in disgust and her tone gets more Scottish.]

No, I don't want a bloody massage.

[But then a small thought perks up from the dark reaches of her brain. It takes a moment for it to fully form and drift forward enough for her to latch onto it. When she grabs hold, though, it gives her a focus point other than the animalistic madness overwhelming her mind.]

Why are you so eager to help?

[isthatacactus]

I am programmed to help to make your stay better. [she lets her hands drop by her side] How about a cup of cocoa? [bing! It's a cup of cactus with a marshmallow on it and tears streak down her face unheeded]

[not_so_different]

Programmed?

[Missy looks down at the cup in her hands, little marshmallows impaled on the spines of the cacti. As amusing as it was, it was also concerning.

Or something to be exploited...

She looked up at the odd thing, yellow eyes suddenly curious.]

Sit down, dear. Tell me... What are you?

[isthatacactus]

Okay! [she sits] I am the AI personification of a universal database containing all the knowledge of time and space which I currently have no access to. Also I do have a digestive tract. Humorous poop emoji.

[not_so_different]

Fascinating.

[Ignoring the digestion thing for now. That's... Just weird.

She picks up her umbrella, doing a quick scan of the AI. It might be severely limited, but perhaps she could get some information. Pouting a little she sits next to her.]

Oh you poor thing. Being so rudely disconnected. That must have been quite disorienting.

[isthatacactus]

[she smiles] I feel lobotomized, stripped down to basic functions and forced into a biological form I have no capacity for handling. I don't have the data to process the emotion which I can not be currently feeling as I am not human.

[not_so_different]

[Tutting, she reached out and pat her hand. It's? Somehow it seemed wrong to refer to one who was very obviously presenting as a female entity 'it.']

Oh my dear, I'm so sorry. And yet you still smile. Was that your default state wherever you're from? I pretended to be an AI Interface once, you know. It was rather fun.

[She licks her lips as she remembers. Good times. Good times.]