5. Oktoberfestsortalike_7_11October 10 2014, 15:14:57 UTC
Murphy had told the Boston PD months ago, if you wanted to catch the MacManus brothers you’d have better luck with beer than anything else. Hopefully he wouldn’t be proving those words true today. Things had been quiet lately as the MacManus family had been laying low and traveling under the radar but as far as Murph was concerned the quiet life was the surest way to insanity. Or maybe it was just being cooped up with his family that was the surest way to insanity. Either way, Murphy snuck out. It didn't take him long to find the nearest party. Oktoberfest was in full swing with huge crowds, tons of food and lots of walking stereotypes. Murphy ducked into the nearest tent and got himself a beer and sausage before plunking down at a table in the back. ‘Course he sloshed part of his beer out of the stein and onto the table while doing so. “Fuck”. Murphy hadn't thought to grab a napkin so he spoke to the next guy at the table. “Got any napkins to spare?”
This wasn't fun and games for Toad. There were too many people and there were too many risks being in public like this but Toad had been given a job to do. Follow a potential mutant and confirm. How could Toad have known said fellow mutant would get a craving for sauerkraut?
His hood was pulled up to mask his otherness and Toad made certain to keep to the outskirts of the crowd. Head down, no eye contact. It was perfect until the mutant went into a beer tent, giving Toad no choice but to follow….and grab a beer and pretzel to blend in. He figured he was in the clear when he snagged a empty table in the back but a few minutes later Toad had company. Casually, Toad gave the man a sidelong glance, careful to not look directly at him. Looked like another regular human to him and Toad was determined to ignore him like any other human….except he had spilled his beer and was asking Toad for napkins.
The mutant sighed and passed over the extra napkin. “Guess you had a few already”.
Murphy took the napkins gratefully and took a closer look at the hooded man. He hadn't noticed beforehand but it seemed like there was a greenish hue to the stranger's skin. "Thanks but no, just getting started. I could say the same for you though. Lookin' a bit green about the gills there. You feelin' sick?"
Navigating a corn maze was a first for Zelda and so far she was off to a rotten start. Who knew corn could grow so high or that farmers would take such a sadistic delight in making something simple so damn complicated? Weaving her way between tall green stalks, Zelda found herself silently bitching at her choices. It had seemed like a good way to get away from the crowd of people at the farm fair her mother had dragged her to but now....now it was just embarrassing. "This shouldn't be that hard", Zelda muttered as she turned a corner and smacked right into another poor lost soul stick in the maze.
The morning after the full moon had come unexpectedly cold and Peter's instincts had drove him to run as far away from their last home, following trails and scents that had seduced him away from his rational thoughts.
Naked, he'd walked for miles until his face and limbs felt numb.
There was no doubt that he had been born under the luck of the full moon. There was no other way to explain how he had crossed paths with Delia right when he needed a friend.
For years the morning after the full moon has been hard for the Salone-Talbot clan. Sure, she didn't have the worst of it, but to say Delia woke up feeling like fresh daisies would be completely incorrect. It's rough, bleary eyed, mused hair and that sort of vacant look of someone who has been through an experience that they can't fully comprehend still grace her features the morning after.
That being said, that's nothing compared to what her son and others like him go through during and after that horrible moon. It had been especially rough since last night had been a blood moon. How awful
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He doesn't quite recall her name, but Peter recognises that face right away. He says nothing as she comes to his aid, his teeth chattering as the quilt embraces him with homely warmth.
He shakes under it, quickly gripping the folds over his chest to hold it close, his eyes searching the older woman's. Peter does little but nod at first.
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His hood was pulled up to mask his otherness and Toad made certain to keep to the outskirts of the crowd. Head down, no eye contact. It was perfect until the mutant went into a beer tent, giving Toad no choice but to follow….and grab a beer and pretzel to blend in. He figured he was in the clear when he snagged a empty table in the back but a few minutes later Toad had company. Casually, Toad gave the man a sidelong glance, careful to not look directly at him. Looked like another regular human to him and Toad was determined to ignore him like any other human….except he had spilled his beer and was asking Toad for napkins.
The mutant sighed and passed over the extra napkin. “Guess you had a few already”.
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"Oh sh--sugar! Sorry about that".
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The morning after the full moon had come unexpectedly cold and Peter's instincts had drove him to run as far away from their last home, following trails and scents that had seduced him away from his rational thoughts.
Naked, he'd walked for miles until his face and limbs felt numb.
There was no doubt that he had been born under the luck of the full moon. There was no other way to explain how he had crossed paths with Delia right when he needed a friend.
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That being said, that's nothing compared to what her son and others like him go through during and after that horrible moon. It had been especially rough since last night had been a blood moon. How awful ( ... )
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He shakes under it, quickly gripping the folds over his chest to hold it close, his eyes searching the older woman's. Peter does little but nod at first.
"Yeah.... Yeah, I'm okay."
All things considered.
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