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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. ]

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[pneumo]

[ Sascha would salute if that wouldn't get more of the mess everywhere--so instead he just nods quickly, still looking quite stricken with confusion and surprise.

It's not bad, but he still moves to do exactly as Bigby says because, well. He is clearly the boss here and Sascha isn't about to dispute it. He'll go right back, wash up, and when he returns it's with a properly wrapped and tied piece if stewing meat--exactly two pounds. ]

...Here you go.

[bb_wolf]

[Sascha's obedience settles Bigby's temper quite a way. Bigby is not a man who likes to be ignored and he is always the alpha male in any group he's in.

He gives a slow nod of approval as he looks Sascha over and takes the meat, offering the right amount of change back.]

What's your name, kid?

[pneumo]

[ He's no Gren, that's for certain: whatever the angry wolf says goes. There's just that very stern, very grumpy air of do it or else to him Sascha doesn't feel like tempting as he takes the change and counts it quickly. ]

Sascha... [ There's an unspoken 'sir' on the end of that. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Problem with or else from Bigby is he follows through. But now he's mollified. He's in charge and he's made the idiot fable creature behave more human.]

Which ship you assigned to, Sascha?

1/3

[pneumo]

The SS Golden.

2/3

[pneumo]

[ ... ]

3/3

[pneumo]

[ Actually he should probably add: ]

I haven't eaten anyone there, I promise.

[bb_wolf]

Didn't think you had. Someone would've mentioned it over the communicator thing.

Right. You need to learn to pretend to be human. I'm Bigby, I'm on the Bloodsport. You fuck up, or think you're going to fuck up, you contact me.

Now, what is the fucking rule on raw meat?

[pneumo]

.......Warm it up? [ You know, that first rather than the not eating it in front of people.

But he's going to remember: Bigby, Bloodsport. What a name for a ship with someone...like??...him. He's definitely not going to forget. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby growls. It's not a growl that should be able to come from a relatively small statured man.]

No. What did I tell you about raw meat?

[pneumo]

[ Short maybe, but the guns he's carrying on each arm are impressive eyyyyyy

But yeah Sascha holds his hands up in surrender pretty darn quick. ]

Don't eat it front of people, don't eat it in front of people!

[bb_wolf]

Good.

[The hackles go back down again.]

And if the shit hits the fan and you need bailing out, what do you do?

[pneumo]

I call you... [ His brand-new dad-slash-babysitter. ]

[bb_wolf]

And who am I?

[pneumo]

Bigby, sir!

[bb_wolf]

And which ship am I on?

[Oh yes, he likes this one. It's trainable.]

[pneumo]

[ He can be taught! Genie would be proud. ]

The Bloodsport~ [ The most delicious-sounding ship in the fleet. ]

[bb_wolf]

Good. Don't forget it.

[Exchange done, Bigby nods and heads off with his purchased meat.]