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[pneumo]

Who: Sascha
Broadcast: n/a
Action: FS Starlight
When: Throughout Feb

a) everybody wants to be a cat

[ Which in this case refers to the act of just being incredibly lazy and needy on Sascha's part. His victim? You! If you sit still enough in one place that is anyway; you may just want a break from all the walking, or maybe you've danced your heart out at one of the clubs and need a break. Maybe you're drunk and hell and can't stand. Regardless of the reason, as soon as anyone holds still long enough they'll find themselves with a very attention-seeking vampire draped across their shoulders or their lap (unless they smack him away first).

Love him. ]

b) workin'

[ It's not that he particularly needs money or food or anything like that, but rather the nature of the work in this particular case which has drawn Sascha's attention. After all, what better place for a vampire to work than in a meat shop?? There's plenty of lovely, tender steaks and cuts of meat, the smell of animal blood is everywhere and the absolute best part? Is that they let him have all extra they don't package or sell. He gets a full bag of miscellaneous life form blood at the end of the day and it is wonderful.

The only thing that might be a little off-putting is that he tends to get...distracted. By everything. He's a wolf in a sheep pen alright?? It's hard to stay focused!

Anyone going to take a gander or trying to get some service will wind up faced with Sascha: blood smeared all over his mouth and chin, and a half-eaten piece of raw meat in one hand. ]

...'err-ow. Www'wum 'oo er thhh'ore!

[ Nailed it. ]

c) yeah he totally got fired

[ Because seriously who would keep an employee like that, let's be honest.

What it means of course that the best way to deal with this situation is to go and drown his woes...and since he can't actually drink alcohol and didn't actually make any real money, his version of 'drinking your woes away' is actually just wandering around the neighbouring ships. Forget the SS Golden, Sascha's more interested in checking out the other docked ships he hasn't a had a chance to explore.

So whether you're training, read, mixing chemicals, sleeping or just keeping to yourself? You are very suddenly not doing it alone. ]

Comments

a)

[beardstrokes]

[ They had something on this planet called paper newspapers. Unlike the holonet, the words are written in print and involves a great deal of reading. Personally, he rather prefers this mode of news distribution.

There is a lot of reading between the lines and fanciful language he would not agree with (though it made for a good laugh) and crossword puzzles that Peggy Carter had mentioned to him.

And then someone prompted plopped their head on his lap. He glances at it, Anakin's name on his lips when he realized it wasn't his lack-of-personal-space Padawan but some stranger.

He considered moving away and then shrugged. It was no trial and he had reading to do. ]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha knew this was the one.

Well okay no he didn't. He was just tired with the simulated sunrise and looking for a warm place to rest and call his own, and since his own schedule was technically the opposite of everyone else's that usually means a fist to the face, getting shoved off a bed, being yelled at...sometimes all of the above. For some reason humans were just picky about who they cuddled up to for the night.

But not him, and apparently not his newest 'buddy'. He just takes it in stride, and so will Sascha as he adjusts himself comfortably and more or less loops one arm around Obi-wan's waist.

There. Pefrect♥ ]

G'night~

[beardstrokes]

[ He raises a eyebrow at the arm but decides not to make a note of it. Still, he should caution the man from sleeping outdoors. Especially on a station as busy as Starlight. ]

Are you sure a bench out in the open is the best place to sleep?

[pneumo]

You're not gonna move are you...? [ Because right now Obi-wan is serving the ever-so-important role of his pillow, and he's reluctant to leave that. ]

[beardstrokes]

I might.

Besides, isn't it dangerous to simply lie on the lap of a stranger?

[pneumo]

Mm... [ Nope, not in his opinion. He's just nuzzling in to get comfortable. ]

You don't smell like anything dead. You're fine♥

[beardstrokes]

[ He's come across people who can be . . . handsy. But this is new, even for him. ]

I should hope not. I might even hope not to smell distinctive at all.

[pneumo]

[ *Affectionate. ]

Its not a bad one, don't worry. [ This Sascha says with complete confidence as he closes his eyes and looks the perfect picture of relaxed--and he is, what with all of Obi-wan's nice body heat to share and the presence of someone to enjoy. The best part being that he has yet to actually push or hit Sascha yet. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Dryly. ]

I'll sleep better at night knowing that particular nugget of information.

[ He pauses. ] Are you . . . lonely?

[pneumo]

[ ...Man, he went straight for the kill there and hit the nail on the head huh? He doesn't usually get that right away. Normally it's more like "pervert" and "get the hell off me." He's not actually sure how to answer initially, but after a moment's pause he'll crack his solid-gold eyes open and look up. ]

...Kinda.

[beardstrokes]

[ Normally, Obi-Wan would deliver the right platitude, the kind that wouldn't make sense immediately, but would eventually be a balm of understanding. But it dries up in his throat. Having overcome his own loneliness recently, his own vicious battle against loss and fear, he found there were none he could share with his full confidence.

Instead, he simply makes a light noise of agreement to Sascha's sentiment. He knows how to listen. ]

In time, it will pass. This is not your future.

[pneumo]

[ His memories and physical age might not match or exceed the Jedi's, but somehow Sascha finds the statement, well...endearing. It's cute. He's not exactly certain why, but his lips wind up crooking upwards a little. ]

That your way of saying you won't leave?♥

[ Just to tease him a little. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Loftily. ]

Who knows? Perhaps I'm lonely too.

b (cw: bit graphic about what bigby would do to Atroma)

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is there to actually buy meat. He's hungry and he's frustrated with this place and he wants to get some decent meat and get it just warm enough that it bleeds and he can picture it's being ripped out of Atroma for devouring.

Instead, there's something which is clearly either a stupid vampire or a stupid werewolf and either way he gives a low growl at it.]

Don't do that shit in public! People don't eat raw meat and they don't do it where anyone can see them if they do.

[pneumo]

[ Stupid former, especially with the clueless look on his face as Bigby growls at him--but he can't help it. The smell this guy has is like...well, it's like dogs. Canines. And that doesn't make any sense because while they're certainly a thing of the occult like the mentality of vampires, werewolves in Sascha's world just simply didn't exist. He has no idea what to make of the person in front of him. ]

......

[ Does it help if he opens his mouth and takes the hunk of meat out to just hold it in front of him instead. ]

But I'm hungry.

[bb_wolf]

Don't. Do. It.

[It's best he doesn't use the word werewolf. Bigby's not and he objects strongly to being called it.

But he is a wolf and there's a lot of fierce energy about him. Old energy.]

You have to pretend to be one of them, or they come after you with pitchforks and torches, got it? You don't do obviously inhuman shit in fucking public.

And that includes eating raw fucking meat.

And if you're going to eat it, don't eat it cold. It should be warmed up.

[pneumo]

But some of the aliens here do it...

[ Mind you none of them look human or even remotely resemble them, but even so. Sascha's shoulders sag a little as he clutches at the meat in his hands, lickings his lips to catch some of the blood there. ]

I didn't wanna wait.

[ But it's not as if he's completely disregarding Bigby's warning. He knows it's true from personal experience. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby growls again. It's a very specific growl, reserved for people being idiots and doing shit they know they shouldn't. Or should know not to.]

And you want to be burned as a monster, huh? Make people risk their fucking skins protecting you?

[pneumo]

But...no one'd protect me from that kind of thing, haha! You don't need to worry--I won't get anyone else in trouble.

[ Sascha wouldn't expect anyone to come to his aid over being burnt alive--no one has before, and why would it be different now? Vampires didn't stick their necks out for one another like that and usually, neither did humans. ]

[bb_wolf]

You have a crew, they'd help you.

And you think there aren't others of us been hunted for what we are and wouldn't step in?

[It's amazing. Sascha is actually making Bigby angrier the more he talks.]

[pneumo]

...Others of us? [ But he hasn't smelled any other vampires like himself here on the station. It's just him...and the scary reptile-lady. ]

[bb_wolf]

'Humans' who aren't human. Like you. Like me.

[Is that a yellow glow behind his eyes?]

[pneumo]

[ Oh, Bigby. That's actually enough to get him blinking in surprise, discarding his meat in favour of his own golden eyes widening. Of course they don't glow or anything, but they take up almost the whole of them as he leans in--and sniffs him again. ]

But you don't smell like...

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby's lip twists slightly, an instinctive snarl that shows the smallest hint of a fang in there.

Then he smothers everything down and the maybe glow is definitely not there.]

Like what? I've been rolling in a fucking abattoir all day, like you?

[pneumo]

...... [ he doesn't even know what that is. ]

You smell like a dog...