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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

[beardstrokes]

Looks are often deceiving.

[ He shifts his position lightly - enough to make sure Sascha is definitely comfortable. He flicks through a page in his newspaper. ]

And I'm hardly the definition of normality in many places.

[pneumo]

I dunno...you smell pretty normal to me. [ Not that his perception of anything beyond normal is all that great. He can't detect spirits, magic, or the Force. But he can tell Obi has great personal hygiene and healthy blood.

The important stuff. ]

[beardstrokes]

Then I'll consider that a compliment.

[ Sometimes he stands out, sometimes he blends in. He's been known to be able to do both on instinct when the need calls for it. ]

[pneumo]

And you're comfy to boot~ All perfect scores in my book. [ Obi-wan: Jedi futon ]

[beardstrokes]

Only because I am wearing my robes.

[ Otherwise he doubts he's ever been . . . comfy. ]

[pneumo]

[ It'd that beardly aura. It exudes comfort. ]

Don't worry, I'd sleep on you even if you were wearing nothing at all.

[ ...He actually means that to be consoling??? And not as weird and bizarre as it sounds. Sascha has faith in Obi-wan's being-a-bed abilities. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He smiles faintly. ]

I think that's more up to your abilities to sleep anywhere than mine, I'm afraid.

[pneumo]

I'm great at sleeping so long as people don't hit me☆ [ Which happens more than he would like, here... ]

[beardstrokes]

Most people tend not to like strangers sleeping in their personal space.

Surely there must be some kind of solution to your . . . problem.

[pneumo]

It was a lot easier to have people invite me over back home... For some reason people here just hate me.

[beardstrokes]

[ That. . . sounds dubious. For many reasons ]

Perhaps you should get to know them first. Then perhaps they'll give you a little more leeway.

[pneumo]

Maybe... [ The last people he had "gotten to know" before the fleet had wanted him dead the moment they found out what he was. It's hard to think that here it would be all that different. ]

[beardstrokes]

If you do not at least make an attempt, nothing will change.

[ It is the fear that keeps them from moving forward. ]

Do you really want things to stay like this?

[pneumo]

Well...not really. [ But he's not exactly sure how he changes the general feeling go die that vampires tend to spawn. He'll outlive any humans he meets now anyway, and even if he wanted to turn people...he can't. For whatever reason he's never had the ability. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Gently. ]

Then you should take the first step. What has happened before is not destined to repeat itself.

[pneumo]

...You're like a friendly uncle. Giving all sorts of pep talks.

[beardstrokes]

Perhaps.

[ It's debatable how much "help" he's been lately. Unwilling to change the subject, he continues. ]

Give it a chance.

[pneumo]

Hmmm... I'll try. [ Ish. Maybe. Sascha's undecided for the moment, but he's had luck enough with this guy right? So he yawns and huddles a bit closer, face the perfect expression of ease. ]

But first, nap.

[beardstrokes]

They do have places to sleep on the station. With actual beds.

[pneumo]

Uh-huh. [ But no comfy Uncle Obi-wan's, gosh. Why would he want one over the other?? ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He sighs, making sure that his arms are free to continue reading. ]

[pneumo]

[ Good man Obi♥ Sascha will settle in nice and happily then, nuzzling in one more time before he stills and pretty much just drifts off. It's daytime which is night for him and in record time he'll wind up fast asleep in the Jedi's lap. So hopefully he doesn't have plans to move for a while. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Not for a while at least. Obi-Wan can go long periods without rest or food but he's not sure if this is the best idea.

He can tolerate it, but it's not a viable plan for either of them. ]

[pneumo]

[ But can he tolerate it for say...four of five hours. Because that would be the ideal length of time for which to doze and chew at Obi-wan's robes in his sleep. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He can, with little to no difficulty. He will, however, tug some of the robes away from Sascha's mouth because he needs those to be pristine and not torn like he's some vagabond. ]