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[theboogieman]

Who: The crew of the SS Red Fish
Broadcast: n/a probably
Action: yep, it's a ship mingle
When: some time around the snow planet?

[yep. they all got business to attend to. new planet, new crewmate, new problems...]

Comments

[theboogieman]

No.

[to what, zhas? what was that saying no to? he glances behind himself, at the cooking food. the situation has lost steam. he's still angry, but no angrier than he always is.]

Might be here for a reason.

[...excuse him, he needs to turn the stove off and flip the food over before it burns.]

[proteusmoon]

[ Well, then, he can do that while she just stands there, feeling really confused and mildly bewildered. Here for a reason? Who? What? She's not sure she understands what he means by that at all. It feels a bit like she should be surprised he even commented in the first place, but the remark still certainly leaves much to be explained. And she doesn't feel as if asking will even get her anywhere right now. ]

[theboogieman]

[give him a moment--he reaches for a bowl, scoops up a serving, and holds it out with the assumption that Cecil is going to take it from him.]

What do you know about vampires.

[proteusmoon]

[ The question seems to make her instantly uncomfortable-- so much so that she forgets to plainly refuse the bowl. Instead, she just gulps hard and her brow furrows, blue-eyed gaze dropping to the floor in thought. ]

They are vile creatures who literally thrive off of the bloodshed and suffering of others, in the plainest and most direct of ways.