i'm everyone's type

Jackson was a stubborn dumbass.

No, he didn't think he was, but he was. That was the only explanation of why tonight was the full moon, and he was sitting in a hotel room in London, alone. Like he hadn't left Milan in a hurry last month after his control had slipped spectacularly. (Just property damage, nothing too serious – but enough that he would have been paranoid about hunters if he'd stayed.) Yeah, sure he could do this. Even though he was still hours from sundown and was already sitting on the edge of his bed trying to keep from digging his nails into his thigh.

Oh yeah, and he was going to be eighteen in two days, which was a whole separate ball of issues he was refusing to deal with right now.

Perfect time to be dealing with the moon on his own.

[ooc: NFB, but open for calls and texts should you be so inclined.]

It wasn't that Jackson didn't like cats (although it was true he'd never been much of a pet person). It was that cats didn't like him. Or hadn't, since he'd changed. And this cat in particular seemed to just absolutely hate him.

And yet:

"This makes no sense," Jackson told Mr. Moxy after getting hissed at again for trying to get the damn cat off his bed. "If you hate me so much, why are you taking naps on my bed?"

Moxy just hissed at him again, then curled up as if he thought the discussion was over. Which it probably was because even though he could heal himself, Jackson was getting really tired of getting scratched to hell and back just for trying to clear his bed.

Jim's whole stupid catsitting operation was putting a damper on his whole pre-graduatin week. Goddammit.

[ooc: Open door/post, mild SP warning.]

Ugh. It still smelled like cat in here. Thanks, world, for immediately reminding Jackson why he'd made the effort to stay back in Beacon Hills for as long as he could. Even with Lydia's slightly nonsensical explanations of what had been going on while he'd been gone.

But his classes were starting today, and he wasn't about to give up on everything just because the island was an annoying place. (Or just because he'd been signed up for potentially annoying classes, either.) So... Here he was.

Unpacking, and checking his other stuff for signs of theft and damage.

[ooc: Door and post open!]

By virtue of basically just being Jackson, Jackson had mostly missed the kid invasion happening. If he hadn't, maybe he wouldn't have bothered trekking across town to the mansion for the full moon. He wasn't great with kids.

But he also wasn't great at paying attention to things that didn't directly concern him, so here he was. The front door was open, so he just invited himself in and walked into the living room. Or tried to, anyway.

"Now what the hell is this?"

It was a huge pillow fort. Deal with it, Jackson.

[ooc: Primarily for the SP-y full moon gang, but also open for random visits!]

Despite the holiday, it was a regular ol' afternoon in room 222. Jackson had been down at the pool to swim laps and had just come back after a shower. A change of fresh clothes later, and he was sitting down on the edge of his bed to play with his phone.

There had to be an app for keeping track of the phases of the moon.

( There's totally an animal transformation under here. )

[ooc: Establishy, preplayed with the fantastic seeks_the_stars!]

So, here it was. The night of the full moon. The first one since Jackson's transition from kanima into werewolf. And it was going to be fine. Despite what Stiles had said, and despite what Jack had said, and despite whatever it was that had made Jim decide to bail on the room for the night. He was going to be fine. He was going to show them all that he was better than just losing control again. Super moon be damned. He was better. Because he had to be.

Right?

Okay, so, he was pacing around the room and still weighing his options. There was still good time to go out into the preserve, like Jack had said. Just in case. Or he could still just stay here. It could be just fine. He was strong. He was stronger than this. Who wanted to wake up God knows where the next morning, anyway?

... But what if?

He kept pacing.

[ooc: Omg my bb's first full moon. Post is for that poor guy Stilinski who always gets to deal with bb werewolves, and up early 'cause timezones. Wolfy bits NFB, please.]

Jackson could only ever have a good time for very short periods at a time, it seemed. And it had been a while since he'd last had a good time. The stress that had been with him for months and months now had started mounting again lately, making him even more twitchy and irritable than usual. Maybe staying away from Beacon Hills wasn't really working out for him after all. Besides, if someone else chose he had to go, it wasn't like he could stop it. That had been amply established already. And speaking of Beacon Hills, he had a voicemail from Coach Finstock about lacrosse. Championship game. How he should be coming to practice. And something about Greenberg, because there was always something to say about Greenberg. Jackson didn't really want to go. But, with the time difference, it would coincide with the full moon in Fandom, and he'd been getting pretty good at avoiding those.

He'd have to think about it, even if it just stressed him out more.

And on a more mundane note, he was still pissed that he'd had to book himself into a hotel a couple of nights back because Jim had dragged some skank back to their room and he hadn't wanted to deal with that. So yeah, his mood wasn't great.

This was some angry yet efficient laundry folding that was going on in room 222 right now.

[ooc: Open door, open post, pissy guy but what else is new? Squirrels, please note: Kanima stuff in the Jim thread NFB, please!]

This was probably a bad idea, but Jackson was getting used to those. He wasn't even sure he'd at any point explicitly made the decision to take the portal back to Beacon Hills, and go to Lydia's party. He'd been agonizing over it all day but in the end ––

He'd kind of just done it.

And here he was. The party was in full swing when he got there. Lydia stuck a glass of punch in his hand and told him she was gladly he'd been able to make it. And he barely felt like he was there. The party milled about around him but all he could really do was stand and drink, and he felt like it went on forever, everything blurring together.

( And then something bizarre happened. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Taken from TW episodes S02E09 'Party Guessed' and S02E10 'Fury'. Special magpie guest appearance at the end written by the lovely abitlowkey.]

Jackson had never been this glad that his parents were on a weekend trip to visit some family friends. The house had been empty when he and Korra had made it there, and while it had taken some effort to get in without keys and without tripping the burglar alarm, he was still glad he hadn't had to try and come up with any explanations. For anything.

Of course, Korra was still there, which wasn't that good for his continued efforts to not talk about anything. But that was why he'd left her in the kitchen as soon as they'd gotten into the house, so he could go have a warm shower to wash the blood off his hands and get his body temperature back up before getting some actual clothes on himself, and he was just now coming back downstairs.

He kind of hoped Korra had left while he'd been gone, but he wasn't counting on it.

[ooc: NFB, and for that bender chick!]