Week One: Manly Man Times

[lupinedrifter]

When: The first week in Manitou Springs
Where: The garage
Who: Open!



Okay so, being stuck in one place in a house with a bunch of strangers isn't exactly Randall's idea of a good time.

Sure, he likes meeting new people. But being stuck in the same place with them, having to form actual bonds and relationships? To say he doesn't have much experience there is vastly understating things.

At least there's plenty to keep him busy. Doing a good solid patrol of their grounds was his first priority - putting up markers for humans and wolves alike. Then there was game to catch, and a firepit to build out back for cooking. He was half-way through starting construction on a smoker when he remembered the old beat-up generator they'd seen in the garage.

Right. Electricity. With the weather getting colder every day, that was going to become a necessity. And one of his new pack-mates had been going on about the lack of wifi for a while.

Well. It's not like Randall knows anything about that. But at the very least he can have a crack at the engine.

He spends the better part of the morning, stripped down to his t-shirt with oil smeared up to his elbows, trying to make head or tails of this thing.

It isn't making it easy on him.

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[ithaeur]

Ryan knows that, at the end of the day, he volunteered for this. And he doesn't regret it, but he is a little uneasy around so many new people. He doesn't know what expectations they have for him, and what role he's really supposed to play. How can they just suddenly become a pack? But he tries. Every morning, he tries to make sure he's helping around the house and contributing to the group effort to turn this into home. He still sleeps in the room he's staked out for himself, he's not ready to join the communal bed just yet, but he's trying to at least be present during the day.

He meanders his way into the garage, finding Randall in there... shirtless. Well then.

"Need any help?" Ryan ventures, not sure he wants to really know the answer. But he's kind of committed now... as long as he can leave his shirt on.

[lupinedrifter]

Hey, if you want to get your shirt covered in engine grease, that's your prerogative.

It takes Randall a few moments to realise someone is talking to him. Always been a bit slow on the uptake, especially when he's focusing. He turns around slowly, blinking a little at the lanky figure outlined in the doorway. Oh right, the kid. What was his name again? Ryan?

After another long pause, he nods. Before realising the kid might not be able to see that in the dim light, and clears his throat.

"Can't really figure out where this thing's goin' wrong."

It's an invitation, if you wanna take it, kid.

[ithaeur]

"I mean, I don't know much about... this kind of thing, but."

He peers into the generator, tilting his head from side to side, sticks his hand in, comes up with nothing but grease. Yep, it's beyond him. The most he knows about is cars, and even that's not much, mostly just things he picked up trying to help fix his mom's old junker. But if he had to hazard a guess, he points to a worn looking rubber belt.

"We should probably start with that at least. We'll have to find a replacement, though."

[lupinedrifter]

"Prolly know about as much as I do, and that ain't much. A second set of eyes can't hurt, though."

His eyes follow where the kid is pointing, and gives him a nod. "Reckon you're right. Gonna have to make one more trip to the hardware store. Startin' to know me real well there." He had thrown down a good chunk of the little money he had on fencing and 'Keep Out' signs just a few days ago. God, he's going to have to find a job here, isn't he? Perfect.

Needs must when he's got a whole pack to look after now, he supposes. Until now it'd been all about looking after number one, and that never took too much in the resources department. But actually living in a house, owning land? Yeah, turns out it has a lot more hidden costs than he thought. Who knew.

[ithaeur]

"Probably gonna have to make a lot of trips to the hardware store." But the fencing and signs didn't go unnoticed by Ryan, and he cocks a little half smile. "I can pitch in. I mean. This is for all of us, right?"

His funds are running on low but it shouldn't be hard for a teenager to find a job in a tourist town, right? He's already scoping out a couple of places.

"You want to head down there now, or. Do we stare at it some more?"

[lupinedrifter]

Randall is suddenly hit by an idea, and a slow grin spreads across his face. He grabs his shirt where it's discarded over the back of a chair and pulls it back over his head, still smiling up a storm.

"Race you there?"

[ithaeur]

"Hahah. Yeah, sure, if you want to lose. Two legs only or what?"

...that still feels like such a weird thing to specify. It's been months but he's just not used to the fact that he's not actually human, and that he has the option to look and be very not human. But running through the forest as a wolf, he found, was oddly enjoyable. It sparked something in him, something hard for him to pin down, which is why he's so wary to suggest it now.

[lupinedrifter]

Wow seriously, bro? What is the fun racing on two legs? Randall rolls his eyes dramatically.

"Yeah, like fucking right."

Now excuse him as he takes off into the woods, Changing as he does. It always feels amazing, landing on four paws instead of the two clumsy feet he has to deal with most days. He can smell the forest around him, crisp and strong and so much better with his heightened senses. Fuck, why do they ever have to stop doing this?

Well. Sometimes having opposable thumbs is an advantage.

i have no wolf icons... icon real estate is precious...

[ithaeur]

"Oh, you're on!"

In wolf form, Ryan may not be the biggest or most imposing figure, but he's small and agile and fast. He has to admit, the feeling is a rush. There were certainly plenty of downsides to being a werewolf-- this was not one of them. He loves dodging around trees, yipping as he catches up to Randall, slowing down to keep pace.