sorry mitchell. he doesn't even go here.

[crownless]

[Although not everyone will remember Travis' previous escapades with a megaphone, he certainly hasn't forgotten.]

Dude. I think we need more than a soapbox and a megaphone. How do you bait werewolves? Should I get some steaks? I can make 'em blue. Seriously.

[A shrug. Travis lifts the megaphone to his face.]

GEORGE SANDS.

WE GOT PEOPLE LOOKING FOR YOUR FUZZY ASS! GET THE HELL OVER HERE.

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[twelvesteps]

[ WHY IS THIS HAPPENING HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE FULL ACCESS TO ALL HIS ICONS TO APPROPRIATELY EXPRESS HOW HILARIOUSLY AWFUL THIS IS

poor george, wherever he is ]

[crownless]

"Thank you, Travis" is what you're looking for.

You're welcome, by the way.

[twelvesteps]

Thank you for what? Did you miss the part where I said I don't want to find him?

[ yeah he totally wants to find him, thank u travis ]

...Though I have to admit, if he sees this it will be really funny. He'll absolutely hate it.

[crownless]

[so ts~un~de~re~~ <3]

See? You got that much, at least. Be grateful, man.

[lurkerwolf]

[You looked after werewolves?]

Why do you need to find werewolves?

[crownless]

Werewolf. Just one. Unless you think finding a bunch of werewolves will help me find the dude faster. Wolves travel in packs, so werewolves probably do too, right?

...

Wait, is that racist?

[lurkerwolf]

That depends entirely upon where the werewolves in question is from and what their status is. Ever read the Twilight books? Their werewolves travels in pair.

Most of the time werewolves stick to packs though.

Now why do you need to find this individual werewolf?

[crownless]

Okay, okay. Fair enough.

[a beat.]

His friend's looking for him. Not me, the guy up there.

[lurkerwolf]

And you rekoned he needed a bit help?

[crownless]

Yup. I'm a helper.

[lurkerwolf]

I see. Now I don't know any werewolf with that name. Sorry that I can't help.

[crownless]

Damn. S'all right-- I appreciate the effort anyways.

[lurkerwolf]

No problems.

[im_apimp]

... Why would the steak need to be blue?

[crownless]

Well, if it was a normal wolf, it'd make sense to give 'em raw meat. And blue is pretty close. I guess. Right?

[im_apimp]

Yeah, I'm gonna go with no.

[Really, that just sounds all kinds of gross.]

But given that werewolves are generally people ninety percent of the time, I'm going to guess they like their steak the way most people like their steak. On a plate, in a restaurant, with a lot of sides.

[crownless]

Hey, I'm just sayin'. If I were part wolf, I'd imagine that the craving for the flesh of my enemies might supersede the cravings for some mashed potatoes and gravy.

I think we gotta actually poll a werewolf for this one.

[im_apimp]

Fair enough. If I manage to track one down, I'll let you know.

[wolfnamedkitty]

If you really want to talk to a specific werewolf, shouting for them isn't really going to make them want to talk to you. Much less come running.

And I can't really speak for this George guy, but I think he'd appreciate some courtesy.

[crownless]

Hey, if you heard your name being yelled in a crowd, wouldn't you at least come outta curiosity?

I never claimed to be a gentleman, lady.

[wolfnamedkitty]

Okay, you've got me there, but being such an asshole about it probably won't get you anywhere.

And for the record, I'll go for the mashed potatoes and gravy with a rare steak anyday.

[Yep, the perky blonde's a werewolf.]

[crownless]

[Travis blinks, incredulous.

Oops.]

Well, woof. Color me surprised.

[wolfnamedkitty]

[Gotcha!]

I've also never craved the flesh of my enemies, so now I'm wondering if you're talking from personal experience or have something weird going on because... [She taps her nose. You do not smell nice.]

[crownless]

Shit. [Annnnd there goes his normal-dude facade, right out the window.] You can tell?

Not that I'm a cannibal or anything. But you, uh. You know what I mean.

[wolfnamedkitty]

If you're going to run around after getting covered in blood without washing it all off? Yeah.

You don't want to get yourself stuck in the doghouse, right?

[Did he that "woof" earlier was just going to slide?]

[crownless]

Hey, I wash! [NOT WELL ENOUGH APPARENTLY.] Not my fault you've got a wolf's nose.

[Oh, punny. He'll bite.]

Getting put away's not exactly on my to-do list. Ain't nobody out there who can collar this guy.

[wolfnamedkitty]

You might want to think about changing that jacket out instead of pushing your luck.

[Which she does all the time.]

[crownless]

[...Casually lifts his arms to smell check his jacket for blood.]

Wow, you are good.

[wolfnamedkitty]

[Laundry is an important part of civilization.]

I try.

Now, do I get to find out your name? Because my mun's holding out on that for some reason.

[crownless]

Travis Touchdown. And you are?

[Wrong werewolf.]

[fashionistawolf]

HEEEEY, wolves have sensitive ears! You don't have to do all that!

Unless you wanna make us all go deaf.

[crownless]

Oh, yeah-- wolf-hearing. My bad.

But, hey, you never know: what if he's so far away that yelling's the only way he'd catch it?

[fashionistawolf]

I dunno, learn to howl? Call his pack? Text him?