+1 unhappy time traveler

[nostraightlines]

Who: Ramse and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck, if you want to come and find him
When: soon after the shuffle!

[ To say that Ramse is displeased is an understatement. This is the second time he's been yanked from one world to another, and where the first was actually an improvement, this second place is... not. Outerspace. Really. Really?! They don't even have space travel in his time, though he knows that in the past people made it as far as the moon. Nothing like this. His outrage at being taken is the overwhelming thing, though. He was happy in Eudio, where there was food and people he cared for. They told him they were sending him home (something he already had mixed feelings about) and instead he's here. Having to learn a new way of life all over again and excuse me it's being watched?

He's found the armory and the clothes in his bunk room, at least, so now he's dressed and armed. He sits in the cold empty space while he fiddles with the communicator. It turns out to be easy to use, and when he makes a broadcast his voice is deep and grumbly. Someone's sooooo cranky. ]

So let me get this straight, I'm new and might not have understood. We're here... to be entertainment. Not to save the world, not to help with a war, not to do anything productive at all.

Yeah. How do we leave?

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[nostraightlines]

I haven't been on the station yet, just the big ship and then I got sent to mine.

...might need a guide.

[pneumo]

--!! Right now?

[ Because he is totally free ]

[nostraightlines]

Uh. Sure.

[pneumo]

I'm free~! I think it's still daytime, but I should be okay☆

[nostraightlines]

I guess we'll find out. I'll be outside the Starstruck.

[pneumo]

Okay...! [ New person new person new person. Sascha couldn't be more thrilled. ]

I'll see you there in a bit.

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[nostraightlines]

See you.

[ Ramse turns off the communicator, wondering what he's just gotten himself into. But he'll be outside the ship, waiting in the docking bay when Sascha arrives. He's armed, which might be a surprise, and hopefully that's allowed on the space station because even a weirdo space gun makes him feel better than going without. ]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha wouldn't know either way! He's been on the butt-end of more than one weapon since arriving so seeing someone with what looks like a fancy gun-shaped hunk of metal isn't all that much of a surprise. He'll be sporting some ridiculous shades when he shows up and carrying an umbrella overhead, but he's not too late. and He'll lift a hand and wave as he approaches.

What Jose may notice about him is that his eyes are a solid gold, no pupils to be seen--but that's because they're permanently dilated. ]

[nostraightlines]

Their daylight's that convincing, huh? [ He gestures to the umbrella, glancing up at the lights of the station in the docking bay. Maybe it gets more realistic inside. ]

[pneumo]

It's pretty good yeah. It hurts my eyes if I look at it for too long. [ Not to mention it makes him incredibly drowsy. ]

[nostraightlines]

Just tell me if it's bothering you and we can head back.

[ For now he looks to Sascha to lead them, he has no clue where to go and would just be wandering aimlessly and probably getting lost. The way the ships are set up is easy enough but they're small. He's expecting the station to be huge and full of twists and turns. ]

My name's Ramse, by the way.

[pneumo]

Sascha♥ [ A smile. ]

It's nice of you to worry about me though, hehe. Most people don't! [ For...obvious reasons, but there you go. He'll salute either way. ] I'll be okay!

[nostraightlines]

[ Well Ramse's a nice guy. And pretty patient, as evidenced by the fact that he's letting the hyperactive vampire give him the tour. He's also pretty certain he could punch those fangs straight out if said hyperactive vampire tried anything, though. ]

Okay... where to first?

[pneumo]

[ He probably could, but aiming for them might be tough. They aren't actually any bigger than a human's; just more pointed.

Putting up with Sascha this long is a testament to his patience though. ]

Hmm~ What do you wanna see? Are you hungry at all?

[nostraightlines]

That's rude, eating when you're not.

Do you drink? Things that aren't blood, I mean.

[pneumo]

Nah, I can't. Vampires can't have human food after they become Mature--not that I am! But I'm only supposed to have human or animal blood and raw meat until then.

[nostraightlines]

There must be somewhere on this station that'll serve you raw. Let's find it.

[ Seems like as good a thing as any to look for. And Ramse is hungry, and anything will be better than that protein crap in the ship's kitchen. ]

[pneumo]

But I don't have any money... [ His account's frozen for the moment so unless Ramse has a hidden stash of cash and is willing to treat him...♥ ]

[nostraightlines]

I'll get it. You're hungry, right?

[ Fuck someone going hungry when there's food around. Ramse's someone who has literally starved before, he won't stand for that. ]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha is blown away. Not just because someone's offering to treat him to something, but to something aligned to his palette which is totally unheard of in his experience. He's never known a human to actually take a vampire out for dinner even to be nice.

And to someone used to being shunned and told to go away rather than treated, it's...nice. Really nice. ]

You...you mean it?!

[nostraightlines]

...ye...s.....

[ You're weirding him out, man. ]

[pneumo]

[ He's not used to goodwill!! ]

You're an angel......! [ Which he whispers dramatically ]

[nostraightlines]

Come on, buddy, it's not like I'm opening a vein for you. Let's just... [ He gestures towards the station entrance, visibly uncomfortable. ]

[pneumo]

[ It's okay, Sascha doesn't even notice; he's just nodding happily. ]

Okay~! Where do you wanna go??? Do you want Earth food? Or something space-y?

[nostraightlines]

Is there Earth food here? [ There's the curiosity, sure, but he's got a feeling there will be plenty of other chances. ] Let's go with that, I've had enough of the protein blocks.