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Who: Dean doing the OTA thing
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: anybody on the Marsiva
When: 1/27 - 1/29

a; (acting alone)

[ The video cuts in accidentally (are accidents ever accidental?) to Dean using a plastic knife of all things to pry a panel, about four feet in each direction, off the wall in front of him. It takes some jimmying, but after a couple seconds, it pops right off, and Dean catches it before it falls more than an inch or so open. He looks around quickly as he slides the panel aside (got to work fast with cameras on and no easy way to disable them), but when he looks to what the panel was covering, his head jerks back in surprise. Then he crouches in close to get a better look. ]

...Really?

[ Behind the panel is a network of machinery, all interwoven, some of it whirring quietly as it moves together like... like nothing Dean's ever seen. He stares at it, his expression as openly mystified as he feels before he slides the panel back on and snaps it back into place. He stands, loose-limbed and completely clueless as to what the hell he's supposed to do with that. ]

Oh, this is way above my pay grade.

[ Seriously. Where are the air ducts? The red and green wires? The, you know, normal wall stuff? Dean thought he could figure this spaceship thing out, but damn it, Shatner and Ford never prepared him for this level of sci-fi weirdness. ]

b; (the buddy system)

[ In the cafeteria sometime later, Dean is scouting out anybody who looks like they could throw a decent punch. Why? To fight them, of course.

Now, he's not going to go right up to somebody and just sock 'em one. Come on, he's not stupid. No, he's going to try to antagonize them into punching him, instead.

Look, alright, it's worked before. ...Except the other guy ended up dead. It's a long story. Anyway.

You can find Dean staring at you if you're the kind of type who looks rough and tumble and easily angered. Or you might find him eyeing up the big burly-looking guy in the corner in a completely no-homo kind of way. You might also observe his fine table manners, as while he's doing his "sizing up" of the room, he's also shoving food in his face and chewing with his mouth open, because damn, you get hungry after puking as much as he has in the past two days.

Or you might find Dean getting the crap beaten out of him by someone twice his size (which is saying a lot; he's not a small guy). You might want to help him, if you're the helpful kind of person, because the non-existent authorities sure aren't going to step in, and somebody should. Or you might find him after nobody did step in to help him because, let's be real, he deserves the black eye and busted lip and bruised kidney he gets. Just don't expect him to apologize if he got any blood on you. A little blood's not going to kill you, and everybody knows a blood splatter always makes for good TV. ]

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[ Blood is also incredibly delicious, and whether he gets it on the floor or table or anywhere, Dean has Sascha's immediate attention. And friendship.

Because even if he sort of ignored the whole thing while Dean was having the crap kicked out of him, now that he's bleeding? He is Sascha's Best Buddy and he's going to move from his spot...and scooch up right beside him, kind of staring. More kind of gazing at him actually, like somehow Dean's the most interesting thing in the world. ]

...Hi♥

[ Jesus christ, Sascha.

Dean doesn't scoot over, not intimidated enough to actually get up and walk away, but he sure does lean as bodily far from the guy staring at him as is humanly possible. ]

Yeah, uh.... Hi to you, too.

[ Seriously, why's he looking at him like that? Like he's a piece of meat? It's uncomfortable. ]

[ No, shh sweet Dean, shhh...it's flattering. Flattering is the word you're looking for there. Because he won't be deterred by all that leaning away, instead leaning forward himself, all smiles. ]

I'm Sascha. Who're you, beautiful?

Whoa there, hot rod. Hit the brakes.

[ Yep. That's it. That's the line, and Sascha just crossed it. Dean is up like a shot, with his arms stretched out and everything. ]

I, uh... I'm flattered, pal, but not interested.

[ ....But damn it, Dean's half-finished food is still on that table, and he's hesitant to just leave it. Hopefully the guy gets the message and moves on to greener pastures. ]

[ Stretched out and oh-so-close.... Sascha could lean right into them, and get a headpat. Or shove his face into a palm. Then he could lick it...

He's so tempted.

And not at all deterred, even if he doesn't stand him himself. He is perfectly happy where he is down here on the bench, riiiight next to Dean's food. ]

I am okay with that. [ Consent not...needed??? Or maybe he doesn't care if Dean isn't interested because he still is. Come on man, just let him lick you a little. Who wants to be covered in blood, right? ]

Wow, that's disturbing.

[ Dean says the thought out loud. Ah well. The situation kind of merits it, with this weirdo freak who's looking at him like a piece of meat who doesn't seem to get the concept of No Means No. Dean's not running yet, but he's not sitting back down, either. And he's sure as hell not offering a hand to lick.

He clears his throat and tries from a less hostile angle. Mostly because he doesn't have a gun and still feels like he just got hit by a car, so the nice way is really his only option here, short of running for the hills. ]

Look, uh... Sascha. I get that you're probably some kind of space alien who doesn't understand the human concept of how to pick somebody up without freaking them the hell out, so I'm gonna do you a favor here and offer some tips, okay?

[ Whether Sascha wants the advice or not, though, Dean's going through it all without stopping. ]

One. Don't sit next to the person when there's a seat across from them. This ain't a bus and you're not Tom Cruise.

Two. Guys don't like being called beautiful. Talk about sports, or rock music. Buy the guy a beer. Even girls don't like getting called beautiful by a stranger in the first two seconds. Nobody likes it. Have a little tact.

Three. When somebody says they're not interested? You get up, and you turn around, and you walk away. "I'm okay with it?" Really? No, alright, that's not an option.

You hearing me?

Has anyone ever told you you smell really great?

[ HOW'S THAT FOR AN ANSWER DEAN ]

[ Wait.... ]

[ Give him a second. To stare blankly and ponder just where he went wrong in his life, as he often does. ]

[ Alright, that's long enough. ]

Yeah okay, we're done.

[ And just like that, Dean is turning and walking away. Good job, Sascha. It takes a lot to make Dean abandon food, but you've done it. ]

[ NO...beautiful-smelling man, come back?? Sascha takes a moment to blink and stand, but he at least doesn't follow right away?? ]

[ HAHA just joking, he's right on Dean's heels from the moment he moves, trailing along behind him ]

...? Okay! [ Done...lunch, he thinks. Even if he technically hasn't had his yet. ]

[ Dean keeps walking. And he can feel it, he can FEEL Sascha following, and he walks faster. But the kid's just not getting the hint, and Dean could lose him if he tried, but he's not going to spend the rest of the week here running from a kid half his size who, knowing Dean's luck, just might end up crawling into his bed if Dean doesn't lock the damn door. No, this is getting dealt with now.

At the doorway out of the cafeteria, Dean finally spins around. ]

I don't have a gun, or I would shoot you. And I swear to God, if you follow me out of this room, I will beat the crap out of you.

[ Seriously. How can he make this more clear? ]

I'm leaving. And you're staying. Got it?

[ Well it definitely gets him to stop at least, surprised by the abrupt turn enough that he leans back a little as Dean begins. The death threats are nothing new unfortunately (his very first had been from people who'd helped him after all), and neither is the beating.

But it isn't enough to stop him saying: ]

But I just want a lick! Before you wash it all off...!

[ Oh, this'll end well.

Dean looks for a minute like maybe he heard wrong. Please, anybody, let him have heard that wrong. ]

A lick? A lick of the blood on my face.

[ Either Dean heard wrong, this guy has some sick kind of fetish.... or he's evil. And wouldn't that just what Dean needs, to be trapped in space, not just with aliens, but with monsters, and the Impala on some other planet and his gun and knives all missing. That'd be just perfect. ]

[ Dean is not that lucky, sorry. He most certainly did not hear wrong. Sascha's nodding as soon as Dean goes for confirmation, even going so far as to hold his hand together in front of him in a pleading sort of way. ]

A tiny one. Promise♥ I won't even breath on you!

[ It freaking figures. Dean shifts his stance a little, one foot in front of the other, fingers curled, ready to throw a punch and then run the hell away if this goes south. ]

Open your mouth.

[ Yes, he's looking for fangs, and no, it's not a question. Don't make him ask it twice. ]

[ He won't have to, and hopefully he won't throw that punch he's so ready for either with Sascha not having changed his one bit. He's still pleading, shoulders lax and stance entirely unsuited for any sort of attack (or defense). His thought here is that Dean might be asking him to open up to hand some blood over, so of course he opens his mouth nice and wide...

And yes, there are fangs there. Not huge ones mind you, but they're obviously not the sort of teeth that belong to a human. ]

Aaaah~

[ Fangs are fangs. Don't matter how big they are. (Sorry for your small ones, buddy.) And Dean might not recognize the type, but fangs and begging for blood are bad enough.

The only thing that stops Dean from running this guy into a wall and taking off is the attitude. Sure, he's creepy enough to give even Dean the heebie-jeebies, and he could sure use an educational video about how not to harass somebody you just met. But he isn't attacking, hasn't tried to bite Dean yet. And as far as Dean's heard and seen, nobody's been killed since he got here. The guy's a freak, but Dean's not entirely convinced he's dangerous.

He's damn close to it, though, and still jumpy as a flea about it. ]

What are you? [ He's still staring at those fangs, a mix of fear and anger in his expression. ] Because you ain't even close to human.

Not anymore no, but I used to be. [ But don't ask him how that happened, because Sascha couldn't recall that for the life of him. All his memories prior to waking up as he is now are gone, with naught but tiny flashes here and there to explain much of anything to him. He'd been so lost upon awakening that he'd even thought he was still human until a wandering group of vampires set him straight.

Sascha rubs the back of his neck. ]

I'm a vampire♥

A space vampire. Of freaking course.

[ Dean rubs a hand over his mouth, skin crawling all over. Christ, does the guy have to say it so cheerfully? ]

Alright, that explains the weirdness and the personal space invasion. Can't resist the smell of blood, that it?

[ Dean knows how it is, sure. Hell, he remembers. But it still freaks him out. He swallows hard, stance loosened a little but fists still tense. ]

So how come you didn't just bite me?

[ To be fair he didn't start out in space, that only happened after Atroma got involved. But yes. He must be cheerful, because why not? It's not like he's ashamed of what he is. It's all he knows! ]

Well...that's kind of rude isn't it? And you'd definitely hurt me for sure if I tried that! [ Sascha rubs the back of his neck. ] It's easier to ask. Especially when you were just gonna waste it all by washing it off...

[ Relatively speaking mind you. ]

[ A polite vampire. Nice. Somehow that's even more frustrating than the normal kind. Mainly because it doesn't give Dean an excuse to kill it. He rolls his eyes before pointing a finger at him and steeling his voice. ]

I'm not letting you lick me. I'm leaving, and you're staying, and that's that. I'm not a freaking lollipop and my blood is mine to do what I want with it, which means it's going down the drain. You understand?

[ It, how rude. He has a name!

But he also knows better than to argue--so he whines instead. ]

But...it smells so good! How can you waste it?? There are starving vampires in Latvia!

[ ...No, there aren't, but that's not the point. ]

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i cracked up, thank you

:D you are most welcome

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2/2 ....sorry if you get.... a lot of notifs my bad

HAHA no that was great<3 no worries 1/2

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