Vima Sunrider (
tobeajedi) wrote in
driftfleet2015-12-02 09:25 pm
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Four!
Who: Vima Sunrider, waking up from hiatusy coldsleep.
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Heron.
When: 12/2
[Vima rubs her face and groans, making a face because wow, did she brush her teeth last night? And then her eyes pop open wide. When did she get back on the ship? She looks around... something is different. It's warmer, for one thing.
And then she spots the flat, circular portrait holoprojector laying on the bunk... she picks it up and she's about to turn it on when she notices her comm is broadcasting. She makes another face--obviously Atroma wanted to see her emotional reaction--but she might as well make use of it.]
Hey, if anyone's picking this up.
Is everyone else back on their ships? Have our hosts said anything yet? [there's a pause as she goes back through a few posts... uh...] I think I overslept.
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Heron.
When: 12/2
[Vima rubs her face and groans, making a face because wow, did she brush her teeth last night? And then her eyes pop open wide. When did she get back on the ship? She looks around... something is different. It's warmer, for one thing.
And then she spots the flat, circular portrait holoprojector laying on the bunk... she picks it up and she's about to turn it on when she notices her comm is broadcasting. She makes another face--obviously Atroma wanted to see her emotional reaction--but she might as well make use of it.]
Hey, if anyone's picking this up.
Is everyone else back on their ships? Have our hosts said anything yet? [there's a pause as she goes back through a few posts... uh...] I think I overslept.

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[His voice's quiet, like he doesn't want to have this conversation with her, which may be why he reaches for her hands. He's trembling, even with that physical touch.]
Because uh, Vi - being a vampire means that you live forever, but in order to do that, you have to drink blood. Human blood, animal blood, substitute fake blood, it's all the same to some people.
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[She takes his hands when he reaches out, though--geez, he's shaking. What the heck have people done to him?
And when he talks about what kind of sustenance he needs... what, possibly, has he done himself? It's not a question out of fear, but she wonders.]
That's... one heck of a requirement. But I'm just making a guess that you drink the animal or substitute blood.
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I would've told you a lot sooner, but... ["But I was scared." The words hang on his tongue, so he instead says,] I guess I was waiting for the right time.
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[Good, he seems like he's calming down. Vima grins--she can guess why he would have held off, if he had bad past experiences. And to be sure, "I have to drink blood" is a big deal to tell someone. But he's a sentient being, not a rancor or some other mindless predator.]
You don't have to worry. Trust me, being a decent person in the present is a lot more important than your species.
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[He's gonna feed her so well that protein goop will be nothing but a foreign memory. Or so he hopes.]
Thank you. If you ever feel like we're not okay, you let me know. [Finally remembering the shirts he'd brought, he holds up an infamous "share a soda with Salvation" shirt. It's a bit oversized, but it'd make a fine nightdress on her.] Oh, and - if you're still cold, I brought this. I figure you could layer it with your clothes or something.
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Sure thing. I'm there often enough anyway, might as well take advantage of your cooking and medical skills. [Not that she's been getting too scraped up lately.]
And I won't be shy. 'Hey, Stef, put the fangs away--they're making you lisp.' [CLEARLY, making light of it is the best thing to do. She takes the t-shirt--which, yes, is enormous for her, and grins.] 'With Salvation?' I'm not sure if that's a spelling error or a sign.
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Pretty sure it's a spelling error. Remember those soda bottles we got? It's the t-shirt version, except worse.