+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]

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.

[pneumo]

Ohhh...the cubes. Yeah, they don't smell very good. [ But that's also probably because he can't eat them...... ] Human food it is! I know a cool place by this club I helped out at once.

[nostraightlines]

Lead on. If anything looks interesting along the way I'll stop you.

You know the station pretty well, huh?

[pneumo]

Yup! I'm awake at night and no one else is so I wander around a lot. [ Like he starts now, although he has a location in mind this time for a change. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse looks around as they walk, confident he won't lose his new acquaintance thanks to the umbrella. It's a little overwhelming how different everything is from what he knows, both home and Eudio. He still hasn't quite accepted that they're in space, let alone that this is a space station. One hand stays on his freaky space weapon as they weave through the crowd of what seems like a market. He recognizes maybe half the items in the shops. ]

Is your world anything like this?

[pneumo]

Earth? Nah... Or well. This is space and full of aliens, and earth isn't. I'd never been to space before I got here.

[ Or across the ocean for that matter, but that's not as relevant a piece of information. ]

[nostraightlines]

Nobody goes to space where I'm from.

[pneumo]

Me neither! [ A thing in common, excellent♥ Sascha couldn't be more pleased ]

There's no aliens either.

[nostraightlines]

There might be aliens, just out there back on their home planets. Laughing at what a shitfest we made of our own world.

[ He points; there's a shop with normal looking clothes, he'd like to get a sweater or something at least. ]

[pneumo]

[ Salute! Sascha will move right on over, closing his umbrella when they get near the shop's entrance--and immediately yawning as the sun hits him. No bursting into flames or turning to ash here. ]

Is there something wrong with it?

[nostraightlines]

A plague killed off most of the population when I was a kid. [ He rummages through the rack for something his size. ] It's been a fight for survival ever since.