FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

[maskormods]

WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Heropa's Convention Centre.
WHEN: April 14-16, from 9 AM - 12 AM every day.
WHAT: Registration is in motion alongside FanPort, the most popular imPort convention around! Come on in and see imPort-led panels, the artist's alley, cosplayers, and more! If you have any questions, or wish to amend the way we have written up your characters' panels, let us know here! The original log can be found HERE.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed.

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[shifting]

Somethin' we could probably find out better if we were honest with each other.

I'm willin' to try that if you are. [hell if he knows he can trust her - his instincts say he can't - but Sam's curious enough to give it a shot. To make an offering, if he thinks he'll see the gesture returned.

[instars]

I won't tell anyone about you.

[That's an offer. But also an understanding. Don't tell anyone about me..]

[shifting]

...All right then.

[it's a start.]

You're right. I'm a shapeshifter.

[instars]

[A pause.]

What kind?

[shifting]

...No "kind", I'm just a shifter. That's just what it's called.

[instars]

[There is a genuine stop here.

A shifter like Kitty is now, maybe. That's well enough.

There's nothing like that back home. There are vampires with some shifting abilities, but even they're - maybe? - limited in how many shapes they can take. A shifter who isn't is far more dangerous. She decides to keep an eye on him.]

Ananasi.

[She takes a drink.]

That's what I am.

[shifting]

[that means...

...literally nothing to him. Okay. Well - almost nothing, technically. Because:]

Isn't that - an African trickster god? Anansi? [mythology was one of the few subjects he really got into in school. You know, before that whole dropping-out-due-to-homelessness thing.]

Are you sayin' you're Anansi?

[instars]

No. Ananasi.

But it's from the same root word.

[She shrugs.]

I'm not a god.

[shifting]

Which is... what, exactly?

[here he'd though her answering his question would clear things up for him. Probably Sam should've known better.]

[instars]

[She sighs a little, and opens her hand, and there's a brown recluse spider in her palm.]

What do you think?

[shifting]

- Jesus.

[Sam jumps in his seat, pressing against the back of the booth. He looks between the spider and Satya's face, clearly confused.]

You're... some sorta spider witch?

[look, his shifters and weres turn into animals, okay, they don't produce them out of nowhere like magicians from the Las Vegas strip.]

[instars]

[This is her unimpressed face, Sam.

She does not think you are very bright.]

No.

I am a shifter.

[shifting]

[wow that sure is a lot of judgement from a woman with a venomous spider in her palm.]

Where I'm from, shifters turn into animals. They don't produce 'em from thin air.

And that doesn't make sense. [he shakes his head, wondering if this is some weird, flatly-delivered joke. Is he supposed to think this is funny?] I'd be able to smell you if you were a shifter.

[instars]

You're looking at this the wrong way. I do not turn into a spider.

[She is a spider. Well. A spider lady, in a way.]

I am an Ananasi. This isn't complicated. This spider is not a spider. It's me.

[Sorry Sam this is the most complicated shifter thing in her world and she's not exactly being clear.]

[shifting]

[Sam stares down at the little spider on her hand. He stares into its eight eyes. He looks back up at Satya's two.]

...Exactly what about this isn't complicated? I'm lookin' at a woman holdin' a spider right now. You're sayin' these aren't two different things?

[instars]

Yes.

[She looks at him a long moment.]

It is me.

[And with that, it crawls right into her skin, burrowing. And then it's gone.]

[shifting]

[of all the freaky ass shit -

Sam's mouth literally drops open, looking like he's been slapped in the face by an Anne Rice novel. One of the thick ones.]

Jesus Christ. That's - fuck. There is nothin' like you where I'm from. That's what shifter means in your world?

[god. Just. Excuse him a second. Unconsciously, Sam rubs at his own arm. The way it just burrowed in there. Goddamn.]

[instars]

No. I'm sure the garou are more likely what you are accustomed to.

[She considers him again.]

In my world, a shifter is one thing. Not many things.

[shifting]

Kind of a misnomer then, if there's only one form you can shift to.

[he is trying to shard to stop thinking about spiders crawling into people's skin. It's unsurprisingly difficult.]

We call 'em two-natured, what you're describing. Weres. Werewolves, werepanthers - there's all sorts, far as I know. But I try to avoid runnin' into 'em when I can.

So what are these garou?

[instars]

Werewolves.

[She takes a drink.]

Garou are werewolves. And Bastet, those are the cats.

[But she doesn't know much about those.]

[shifting]

[okay but so just call them werewolves and werecats, makes so much more sense.]

Bastet. ...Like the goddess Bast? [is this a Thing? Except he's never heard of a wolf god named Garou. Sam shakes his head.]

So why does that mean you don't have a scent? [is it because spiders don't have one in general? Sam has to admit he's never said to himself "wow, smells like a bunch of black widows" before.]

[instars]

Because some of us don't.

[It's really that simple.]

I don't much about the cats.

[shifting]

...Well fuck me for hopin' for logic, I guess.

[because clearly there isn't any to be found. But hey, he has a drink in front of him, so Sam's going to work on that instead.]

[instars]

I don't think I would, now.

Fuck you, I mean.

[She shrugs.]

I do not sleep with shifters.

[shifting]

[a pause.]

Wasn't aimin' for it, but okay. Can't say as I generally sleep with spiders myself, so we'll call it even.