Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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There was a fruitcake in Wesley's room.

He'd never thought Alex the sort to keep uncovered fruitcakes around, but it wasn't his business, so he didn't touch it and simply moved to the common room with something to read. Just as he sat down and opened his book, he happened to spot, out of the corner of his eye, another fruitcake. Just sitting there. Right next to him.

That was worrisome.

Abandoning the couch for a moment, Wesley moved the cake over to the counter and covered it with plastic wrap, so that anyone who wanted it could feel free to help themselves.

When he sat back down? There it was again.

Oh, blast.

[[Open like a common room, yep!]]

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[walkswithcoyote]

"Thanks," she said quietly. "I'm still getting used to things being different here. It's hard to figure out what I should and shouldn't say."

Bran had given her permission to talk about some of it, but not other parts and until she got it straight in her head, she needed to be careful.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Well," Wesley said kindly, "I know that the good majority of the people on this island have likely met all sorts of species here, and no one that I know would deliberately present a challenge for you."

[walkswithcoyote]

"It's more a... taboo sort of thing," she tried to explain. "Where I come from - I'm not allowed to tell anyone about, about what I am."

Or about werewolves, mostly.

"It's not safe. And if you break the rules the penalty is pretty severe."

Like death. Although, since technically she wasn't pack - as everyone was quick to point out - tehnically, she couldn't be bound by their rules. Still...

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Understandable," Wesley said thoughtfully, leaning in a bit. Sorry, Mercy; this kind of stuff fascinated him. "Is it a matter of evading persecution? Or simply protocol?"

[walkswithcoyote]

"It was bad enough when the fae came out," Mercy said. "At first it was okay, but then things got ugly - humans killing them, burning their houses or places of business. How much worse would it be if they knew were- where... that there were others out there?"

"It's forbidden to tell people. The penalty is swift and severe. And can include death, if, if it's judged that enough damage was done."

Werewolves didn't mess around.