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Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[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?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

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[ Sascha doesn't exactly have his own room per say considering the over-crowded state of affairs on the ships, but that definitely doesn't stop him from going into other people's rooms regardless of being invited, rifling through things with only minimal interest when he sees the room mostly unoccupied, for the most part.

The one thing he always does before entering though is disable the lighting; that makes it much easier for him to see considering his eyes are permanently dilated, reflecting a goldish light as he sighs and hunkers down on someone else's bed for a moment. ]

This is gonna be tough...

[ He's mostly muttering to himself. Thinking aloud, if you will. Sascha hasn't been stuck in close quarters with humans since he first woke up. It's...well. Weird. ]

[The Golden is actually in a good place with two free crew slots remaining, but that doesn't mean Sascha claimed the right room. Dezel has spent some time in this here because he's needed time to sort out his thoughts in a quiet place, and it looked rather abandoned... but now there's some sniffing weirdo in here.

The fact he turned out the lights doesn't bother Dezel at all. Sascha will feel like he's being watched, and there might be the near-imperceptible feeling of a draft moving across his face. It carries with it the faint scent of something, but there's no one in here with him.

Or is there?]

[ It's a new and very odd sensation if he had to put it into words. The pass of wind over his skin especially since he's fairly certain there isn't anything like air conditioning on right now. Sascha lifts a hand to touch his face as he scans the room one more time, but finding nothing he slouches a little before just dropping onto his back. And then lets his arms sprawl out a little too. ]

It's probably the space air. [ That totally explains the weird drafts and the feel of being watched. Space air. ]

Space air. Sure, kid.

[Or... whatever the hell Sascha is. He can't... actually tell? He looks human, but there's no malevolence he can detect-- or if there is, it's buried very deeply. And yet being around him still makes Dezel want to throw up.

Maybe it's just how this place is.]

No resonance, just like everyone else. I wonder what the point is. [He examines the object he came here with, the communicator in his pocket. Not that he can see it, but it's nice to run his fingers over it. He wonders if he can do something with it. At the very least, he can inform this 'human' that someone else is there.

He concentrates for a moment, taking his mana out of it so it's visible to people without resonance, and then makes a show of dropping it on the floor.

THUNK.

There is definitely the smell of leather, stronger now, as Dezel is nearer.]

[ And understandably? It startles him, causing the vampire to jump as the clattering noise reaches his ears. Sascha sits up quite abruptly and winds up looking around until he spies the device and does a double-take. ]

Oh... It's just the phone. [ Technically not since it does a lot more than just phone things, but that's what he's calling it as he leans over to reach out and gather the thing up.

Did his communicator somehow fall out of his pocket, he wonders? He's sure he would have felt it if it did... ]

[ Except when he goes to stick it back in his jacket pocket, his own communicator is of course already there. ]

Huh...?

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[He can't help a soft, wry chuckle.] Looks like we got a real genius aboard.

[It's kind of cheating, but he doesn't really care. He just... reaches out... and grabs the communicator right out of his hand. To him, it might seem like a gust just tore through the room and stole it.]

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[ A gust of wind in a place with no wind, of course. That makes total sense :'> ]

--????? Hey! [ Actually, what he assumes is that the communicator secretly have some sort of weird hover function, and he's standing to try and go after it as it yanks itself out of his hand. ] Phone!

[Nope, that's Dezel's 'phone' or whatever the heck the kids are calling it these days. And it sure is just. Floating through the air. Like it ain't no thang. He is not only invisible but he's quick as the wind, so poor Sascha will have some trouble catching him.

Something keeps dangling it just out of his reach. How frustrating.]

[ That's saying something too since Sascha's own reflexes are much better than a human's, but it's rare that he ever tries to really use them. And he's still having trouble with the darn thing, chasing after and making a swipe at it as it yet again eludes his grip. ]

Hey, you....!! Hold still!

[Dezel gets on top of the bed just in case Sass is tempted to jump. There is, if he looks, the indentation of someone standing on it. But he might be too distracted, too.

Dezel accidentally presses a few buttons on the communicator, and he's not really sure if that's a bad thing, but it does appear to be filming Sascha from above.

Can self-hovering phones do that?]

[ That...is a very good question, and one Sascha currently doesn't consider the answer to as he does indeed jump.--he makes a running jump at it actually, trying to snatch the thing out of midair...and failing spectacularly, only to hit the edge of the bed and fall over the side, face smacking into the floor below.

Like ya do. ]

Owwww......

[Dezel just... stands there and watches Sascha tumble. He can tell at a glance it's not fatal, but it was pretty amusing while it happened.]

Brilliant, [he remarks dryly. His hopes are not high for the rest of the crew.

He hops nimbly off the bed and stands not far away, turning the communicator over in his hands. The communicator switches on again to record, then off and on again.

It doesn't play anything back, though. He's still figuring that out.]

[ That makes two of them at least! Although for the moment Sascha isn't all the concerned about the playback capabilities of his own phone so much as letting the rest of himself slowly slide off the bed so he can drag himself up with a groan, holding a hand over his reddened face (even if it is pitch black in the room for the moment).

This. Is just the dumbest situation he's seriously ever found himself in. What the heck is wrong with that phone??? ]

[He hits a button and manages to replay Sascha jumping and then crashing into the floor.

There's a dark chuckle recorded over the sound of Sascha's suffering, and it surprises Dezel so much that he fumbles the communicator and... drops it on accident this time.

Shit, this thing can record seraphim?]

--The phone can laugh too?! [ That's what makes the most sense to Sasha in this case even with the odd, abrupt addition of another's scent in the room. It doesn't feel like anyone else is there, so who even really knows??

Regardless, Sascha's going to take advantage of Dezel dropping the phone to quickly snatch it up...and promptly blind himself trying to look at the screen. ] Ugh...dangit. Ouch.

[ He really needs to stop forgetting how his eyes work. ]

[Nope, still not very smart. So of course Dezel... steals the communicator back. This time it disappears properly, becoming 'part' of him like his clothes.

That was abrupt. At least Sascha still has the one in his pocket.]

[ That would be of consolation if he didn't literally just see something vanish in front of him two seconds ago. Now Sascha's just staring, trying to figure out if he's going crazy or what here.

Dezel is the world's meanest ghost. ]

[Sascha still hasn't left the room, and Dezel's patience is growing fairly thin. Not that he had much in the first place, but still.

He looks around for something to interact with. The closest thing is the locker, so he opens it... slowly... and deliberately, right where Sascha can see it.

And then wiggles it to make it squeak a few times.]

[ It'd probably have been easier to just send him a text telling him to leave rather than expecting a few ghostly tricks to scare him off. Sascha can't recall ever being scared of anything, let alone a moving locker door. If anything it just has him staring, brow slowly knitting together in complete confusion. ]

.....

No. [ You stop that, right now. ]

[That's a great idea. He'd do it if he had Sascha's number.

He's still working on the communicator thing. Sascha can't hear him, but he's talking to himself and trying to... record it... and then make it, uh, audible.

It works after a few minutes. Thank god.]

Hey. I think I can talk to you through your communicator... if you can figure that out.

Whoa! [ Oh lovely, a disembodied voice just suddenly appearing out of nowhere. That granted is a little more terrifying than the dor, and it gets Sascha turning around once or twice before he stops. ]

Communicator?? Who's there??

[ --Oh my god what if this an actual real haunting?? ]

[Dezel groans. There's another delay before his voice comes through again.]

Dezel. Check your pocket.

[Just in case Sascha feels the need to try to steal his comm again.]

My pocke...oh. haha, the phone. Right! [ Oh, he's so silly. The ghost meant his phone.

Sascha takes it out and flips it open, wondering...well, what he's supposed to do after that. ]

...Do you want my number?

[The response comes a little quicker, though it still sounds tinny, as it's being replayed through small speakers.]

Yeah.

[Finally, we're getting somewhere.]

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