December 24 - Werewolves On The Moon

“Well, that’s just the crux of the problem, isn’t it?” Professor Gerald Everpelt says, sighing as he considers his next words carefully. “The moon is obviously a thriving territory, as of late. Lots of new immigrants, plenty of newly created jobs and visas. And werewolves, of course, are a fascinating part of our culture these days.”

Ian looks at him, the deep glare of someone furiously curious. “Alright, sure sure sure, fascinating, whatever. But what would happen? Would my transformations be constant? Would I need a specialized suit? What?”

The professor sinks deeper into his chair, visibly drained from the conversation. “No experiments of the sort have been done on this yet,” he throws his hands into the air in frustration, “is that the answer you want? We just don’t know.”

“I know we don’t know exactly, I’ve checked through the literature, I just want to hear what you think might happen. I just want your professional opinion on the matter.”

“Well, there are two possibilities that I can see. Which one would come true for you, well, that’s a question for exactly what form of lycanthropy you suffer from.” Suddenly, he’s frustrated with himself. “Er, it ‘depends on the nature of your lycanthropic form’. Sorry, not always the best with the more modern terminology.”

Ian gives him an understanding nod. 

“Regardless, two possibilities. First, it may be from the light itself. In that case, the transformation would be near-constant on the light side of the moon. Simple enough, just one altered human form. The other possibility would be a bit stranger -- it may be the case that your transformations are synchronized to earth’s lunar cycle. In that case, you may only transform when there’s a full moon on earth. Either way, very possible. I hope you understand.”