+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]

We don't have vampires -- I learned about them in the place I was before here.

[pneumo]

--Did they all die????

[nostraightlines]

No, they're imaginary.

[pneumo]

....No we're not. [ He bliiiinks, cluelessly. ]

[nostraightlines]

Where I'm from they are.

[pneumo]

Are you sure?? Maybe you just haven't met any of us...!

[nostraightlines]

I'm pretty sure.

[pneumo]

But....vampires. [ :c how can they not be a thing. Come on. ]

[nostraightlines]

Look, kid, every world's different.

[pneumo]

I know...! But how can there not be us, I don't get it... [ Vampires are as natural and normal to him as humans themselves. He can't conceive of their not being there. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ nnnngghhhhh.... ]

Let's compromise and say I've never run into one.

[pneumo]

[ +10 affection. Immediately. ]

--Okay!♥

[nostraightlines]

[ You sure are agreeable. Okay. ]

Good. Keep leadin'.

[pneumo]

[ He is incredibly lonely. But happy to be this leader, quite obviously as he opens back up his umbrella. ]

So how do you guys live with no people and stuff?

[nostraightlines]

It's rough out there. We mostly scavenge.

[ Or did. He's not comfortable talking about the rest to a relative stranger. ]

[pneumo]

[ Which is fair and Sascha won't push, mainly because "scavenging" seems like a perfectly reasonable answer to his question. ]

What about animals and stuff?

[nostraightlines]

We hunt when we can, yeah. Most animals were immune.

[pneumo]

Well that's lucky at least! Imagine how tough it'd be without them.

[nostraightlines]

[ Sascha gets a nod and a little sound of agreement; this isn't a line of conversation Ramse wants to continue. ]

What about you? You said you ate from a butcher shop?

[pneumo]

Almost. Bigby told me I shouldn't be doing all that where everyone can see me, so I had to put it away.

Then I got fired.

[nostraightlines]

So what were you feeding on?

[pneumo]

[ Sascha looks back and tilts his head. ]

...? I told you it was a hock.

[nostraightlines]

No. After you got fired for that.

[pneumo]

Oh! [ Haha, how silly of him. ]

Nothing.

[nostraightlines]

You just went hungry?

[ hopefully they'll end that now ]