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[thespaceopera]

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

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Sascha | SS Golden | action

[pneumo]

[ Anyone abroad the SS Golden may just have the complete, absolutely, not-at-all misfortune of waking up, well, not alone. Because whether they laid down for a quick nap or settled in for the night, at some point Sascha not only discovered them...but also saw fit to climb in next to them and huddle right up.

So they might just wake up with the world's laziest vampire draped across them, cuddled up to their side, hugging their arm...you name it, he'll do it. Sascha may even be chewing on their clothes in his sleep and have given them a nice big wet spot.

Whatever the case? You have a free bunkmate, yaaaay♥ ]

[amicably_absent]

[Glitch settled down in the engine room to sleep, finding a safe, dark corner and curling up in his coat.

Waking up warm has been a luxury recently. For the last few years. The warm body curled over his back might startle most people, but Glitch assumes it's someone he knows. Maybe DG got cold.

DG got a lot bigger and heavier in that case.]

DG?

[He shuffled onto his back and stares blankly at the person sleeping on him.

He doesn't think he knows this guy.

Maybe he does? People get familiar after a while. He's not familiar.

Glitch pokes him in the shoulder.]

I can't remember who you are, you have to wake up and tell me.

[pneumo]

Nnnh.... [ Not yet, it's still much to early to be up. Sascha's only just started to get comfortable in his clinging and hugging, hands clutching lightly at Glitch's poor clothes.

Predictably he's not all that helpful when it comes to waking up and answering anything to make use of himself: without a sunrise and sundown to tell his body when it ought to sleep he's been rather disoriented.

This is the first time in two days he's had someone to huddle up to comfortably and doze.. Sascha isn't giving that up willingly ]

[amicably_absent]

Hey.

[Glitch pokes more insistently. His fingers and long and bony, good for jabbing.]

No, I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are, I really can't be having with this. Wake up.

[pneumo]

[ Apparently perfect for disrupting perfectly good sleep, which makes Sascha groan miserably and hug onto Glitch more tightly. ]

Five more minutes...

[amicably_absent]

[Poke, poke, poke.]

No, now. I don't know who you are, you're not DG or Raw or Kalm or Cain, not that he'd do this, but I don't know who you are, get up!

[He's also starting to panic a bit. Which will inevitably lead to one thing.]

[pneumo]

[ This is such a cruel, cruel world... One where he's forced to wake just after he's gotten comfortable. Sascha actually whines, the sound pathetic and drawn-out. ]

I'm Sascha... Don't make me mooooooove.

[firstrebel]

[ Unfortunately, Hera isn't good with unknown guests sharing her bunk. At the feeling of someone else in the bunk with her, an unknown quantity, she's awake fully in an instant, her arms and legs kicking out automatically to try and expel the stranger - an automatic response, her fight-or-flight defaulting to fight. ]

[pneumo]

[ One of those flailing limbs definitely catches him across the jaw and knocks him backwards off the bed, leaving his legs flopped over the edge of it as he groans in misery. ]

Ow, ow ow ow....

[ At least her fight response wasn't needed for very long? ]

[firstrebel]

[ Hera almost reaches for a blaster that isn't there, but stops herself in favor of simply glaring at the stranger. ]

Who are you, and what are you doing in my bunk?

[pneumo]

[ That's lucky for him, whew. He's never been shot by a blaster before and wouldn't like to start now. But he will look back up at her from where he's lying on the floor, rubbing his jaw. ]

Sascha... I was trying to sleep.

[firstrebel]

[ Hera pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a few deep breaths, trying to bring herself down from her initial panic. ]

There are enough bunks here that you don't need to share. And if you are going to share, you need to ask the other person, first.

[pneumo]

....So, if I ask if I can come back up on the bed and go back to sleep, will you let me? [ Priority #1 here. ] The suns almost up and I'm exhausted.

[mordedura]

[Santanico doesn't like sharing her bed with people. She's done it before, often with Carlos and more recently Richie but as someone who has had her personal space invaded more often than not?

She doesn't take to someone sneaking in her bed very well.

She sleeps during the day, usually, but she wakes up earlier than normal when she feels the weight upon her.

And then she precedes to try to push him off of her, her face becoming more reptilian as she vamps out in rage.]

What the hell are you doing?

[pneumo]

[ That's...well. Creepy. And a bit scary if he's being honest. When Sascha gets shoved off the bed and winds up faced with that he recoils a little with some rapid blinking, uncertain if he's seeing this right.

Because he's pretty darn sure he's never seen anything like her before. ]

.......

Sleeping? [ How the heck did she do that? Her whole face turned splotchy and green. ]

[mordedura]

[She hasn't been completely open about what she is but she hasn't exactly hid it either. She feels no shame at being a culebra -- or a vampire with very snakelike features to people unfamiliar with the term. She makes no attempt to change her features back for now.

Mostly because she's feeling threatened and wants him to feel the same.]

I don't know you, why would you presume it's okay to sleep in my bed?

[pneumo]

The door wasn't locked... [ As if that's the only criteria needed to invade someone else's personal quarters for comfort.

He's going to be very distracted by her eyes as well once he sets his own solid gold on them, the striking appearance of her thinned pupil odd. He's never seen any like them before; the vampires of his world have their permanently dilated after all.

He won't stand just in case that makes her attack him or anything, staying where he is for the time being. ]

[mordedura]

That isn't an invitation.

[She's used to people staring at her appearance when she vamps out -- it seems to be unique to her world. People like Isaac didn't even seem to have any sort of vampires in their world, let alone culebras such as herself.]

Do you really think anyone would appreciate that?

[pneumo]

I'd love to wake up next to someone...!

[ But that may put him in the singular minority there. Not everyone is as alone as Sascha. ]

[nulliverse]

[Oddly enough, the girl with the messy black bob and perpetual frown in her sleep is amenable to the company, at least while she's still sleeping; it brings a smile to her face, a happy little murmur from the back of her throat, and she curls right back around him.]

Caleb... [This is what's been missing while she's been here, a body in her bed, and it won't be until she fully wakes that she realizes a) there's not meant to be a body in her bunk on the Golden and b) it's really, really the wrong body.]

[pneumo]

[ Or is it the perfect body? Because Sascha could totally be that. He's great at cuddling and nuzzling in with people while they sleep and doesn't put his hands anywhere untoward; he's perfectly behaved, even if as a vampire it's probably not very comforting to have his face practically buried in her neck like he does.

At least he hasn't bitten or anything right? ]

[nulliverse]

[The thing is, she's so horribly disoriented here, both in waking and in sleep. The fact that she slept for a solid month right after arriving hasn't helped matters, because it means she hasn't acclimated to life in the fleet at all, and that makes it far too easy to slip back into the life she knew for so much longer.

And it's also true that there was a time in her life when she would've considered awakening to a strange body in her bed a wonderful potential adventure worth exploring. But so much has changed, and now as she begins to place herself in the appropriate reality, her body tenses up at the feeling of a face tucked into her throat.

She wants it to be real. Oh god, she aches for it to be real. But it can't be.

But it also is. Which is what finally causes her to pull back and wriggle out of his grasp as much as she can, propping herself up on one elbow and squinting down at him. He won't get any violence this time, just a brisk shake of one shoulder and a totally baffled look when his eyes open.]

And who on earth are you?

ahh I'm sorry for the slow, timezones ;;

[pneumo]

[ Sascha doesn't cling so needily in his sleep; it makes pulling back from him much easier and possible, slipping onto the bed as dead asleep as he'd started out when she draws back. Its only with the shaking of his shoulder that he actually stirs at all, making a displeased sound of fatigue as he rolls onto his stomach and buries his face further into the bed.

On reflex he tries to curl his arms around Celeste, but as she's no longer there it doesn't work so well. That more than anything else gets him the crack fully dilated gold eyes open, blinking blearily into the faintly-illuminated room with a healthy dose of incomprehension. He's certain there was someone in this bed when he crawled into i--oh. There she is. Talking to him. ]

...Sascha... [ He sounds groggy and tired, because he is. And he also isn't going to do more than drop his head down again comfortably, though it's at least turned her way so he can look at her proper. ]

for stranger cuddling, i can brave timezones <3

[nulliverse]

That's really a tiny fraction of the answer I'm looking for, Sascha. [Definitely wry, but still not aggressive, since he isn't showing any signs of being so either.] But since we're already in bed together, introductions are at least a decent start, so I'm Celeste.

Now. Why are you in my bed?

awwwww

[pneumo]

I was-- [ yaaaawn ] sleeping, until you woke me up... [ And he would really like to go back to that rather than have this conversation. It had been heavenly when he'd huddled right up into the crook of her neck. ]

You're super-comfy.