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[The camera flicks on to Ruby sitting in one of the diner booths, far to the back, almost tucket away. Those who know here will notice immediately that she has an unusually pensieve look about her. Sad almost, worried, maybe even a little resigned. Her shoulders are slumped, and she avoids looking right at the camera.

Considering how much she usually smiles, this is quite the change.

The thing is, she can feel the wolf rearing up within her, a separate entity from her entirely. She stands no chance of wrestling it under control through sheer force of will, not after 28 years and counting of not transforming, of being repressed by the curse.

Ruby shifts in her seat, nervous. Her hands clench, knuckles going white before she sighs and tries a weak smile for the camera. It's shaky, at best.]

Where I'm from, the three nights around the full moon are known as... wolf's time. That means Wednesday, Thursday and Friday night, this week.

[Ruby falters, licks her lips, looks at the camera, then slightly away again.]

Whatever happens, please, please don't leave the mansion on any of these nights. Between sunset and sunrise, just... just don't leave the building. Please. Bar the front door. Just... stay inside.

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[Private text to Daryl Dixon]

I need to talk to you, in person if possible. It's urgent. Please?

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[OOC: For details on what's to come and plotting shenanigans, please see here!]

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[If only she can actually do right by them. Should she lose all control, she won't be able to do right by anyone, and she's willing to face the consequences for that.

Ruby shakes her head.]

For me, it's genetics. My mother was a wolf, my grandfather on her side, too. The curse can be transferred through a bite, but those wolves are weaker, and the curse fades away with years.

Genetics? [Never heard of that before... He isn't sure if that's better or worse.] Raw deal.

[Either way, it looks like on top of the obvious hungry wolf prowling around, now there's the added worry of it being passed along. Great. He frowns, and if he's not mistaken that's definitely the beginning of a massive headache coming on.

He narrows his eyes.] You ain't just fuckin' with my head, are you?

[He isn't getting that feeling but he feels like he should ask anyway. It's a lot to take on faith and it's only because of the shit he's seen at home that he's taking it even remotely seriously.] Look, just tell give me a time and place and I'll be there. I'll try to keep people inside. Can't promise I won't tell 'em what's gonna be out there, though.

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