Repose

[This dog hunt thing is not only getting a little intense, but people are starting to actually voice concerns about other creatures in the forest. The rangers are busy trying to keep the people of Repose from looking for the dog themselves while Animal Control insist on searching the forest. It's a shitshow. But, a little after the sun goes down, there's a loud, horn noise coming from the east side of the lake. Anyone who shows up will see elk. So much elk. Majestic, huge and dangerous.

Rutting season.

The rangers use this as an excuse to get people to stop searching for the night. No one wants to meet the business end of an elk when they are in the mood. In the morning, the search tentatively continues with only a few overly noisy songbirds.]

Who: Dahlia Haight, Patrick Gunster, & Newt Penhaligon
What: a werewolf in the hospital
Where: the hospital
When: after this & this.
Warnings/Rating: likely mentions of gore/attack, also Dahlia's language

( Level-headed, cool, and without any proclivity toward anger, he took things in stride. This business with Dahlia was simply another night. For him, not for the poor woman herself. )

[public]

if the world at large needs a reason not to stroll through the woods and gawk while the fine men and women of the ranger-ranks do their jobs, i happen to have one. it's a bar, it plays the fine music of johnny cash, you've the delightful company of a very handsome man (and myself) and you might find it a better use of your friday night.

[daniel w]

how's it going over there, sunshine?

[It's left for her on her nightstand. Found by both he and TJ at a little shop, his daughter thought it was perfect for Iris for reasons he has yet to figure out.]

[Weren't many upsides to the clinic. Had G in it, which was an upside, but Dyl didn't think of that as 'the clinic'. Not the way he thought of the place with the doc and the lab-coat behind door no. 4. G was an upside and he spent three days in the city at her bedside. Dragged a little, but that was kinda normal right now, after the month rolled all the way through. Could have been worrying, but Dylan didn't get into worry. Mostly, he wasn't done thinking over M and P and getting followed to the stupid bar, and he had it permanent, like sucking candy dissolving solid on the back of his tongue. He got done with G who was going in for another battery of tests and he picked up his ass from the bedside to the place three corridors over and down and got stuck with needles, bloods for tomorrow's hit.

Not many upsides to the clinic, but the burger place two minutes' walk. Eaten a lot there since G got picked up, mostly because the first three months they'd tried the shit on him, he'd hoovered three meals straight in one sitting and the appetite didn't slow much. Burned right through whatever he put in him, and it wasn't bouillabaisse or french onion or nothing Julia made on TV but it was bulk and calories and he figured that was enough. He had a piece of cotton taped over the crook of his elbow, because his veins were hard now, stuck too many goddamn times and he stopped to peel the tape back in the hallway, watching the blood still ooze upward. It was kinda fascinating because it didn't happen most of the month. Didn't bleed long, so it was proof. Skip a few months and maybe he'd be one hundred percent regular human, no freak-outs, no disappointment thick like a bad smell in a car on the ride back to Repose.

Saw the kid. Kid had been there nearly as long as Dylan had, Con. Same waiting room, same spread of magazines, same look. Caught Con's eye, deliberate and he cocked his head. Toward the burger place. Curiosity, maybe it was just not wanting to wait out the full 24 until they'd checked his blood was clean solo, but he jerked his head like it was kinda almost an invite. ]