+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?

Comments

[nostraightlines]

...we're not always going to be around a space station that has meat.

[pneumo]

I know... But I need to behave, otherwise I'll get in really big trouble. [ As in, Bigby won't let him sleep on him anymore :c ]

[nostraightlines]

Look, if it gets that bad... come to me, don't munch on your crewmates or anything.

[pneumo]

....Come to you and do what??

[nostraightlines]

For blood.

[pneumo]

[ Well that sure makes Sascha stumble, turning around to look back at Ramse quickly. ]

S, seriously????

[nostraightlines]

Seriously. You don't have to eat a whole person's worth, right? A few pints won't hurt me.

[pneumo]

I...n-no, but--but are you sure????? I'm a v-v-vampire you know--!! [ Who just OFFERS themself to one?? Sascha is literally baffled here, making frantic gestures with his hands. ]

[nostraightlines]

You've made that pretty clear, yeah....... what? Would it turn me into one too? 'Cuz then forget it.

[pneumo]

W-w-well no, I can't do that... But still! Aren't you grossed out by it???

[nostraightlines]

[ He shrugs; he hadn't thought of it as gross, he's seen plenty of blood and worse injuries. ]

I'm not squeamish. Nobody's going hungry on my watch.

[pneumo]

But I have fangs and....and stuff. And I'm dead! Isn't weird to you...?

[nostraightlines]

You'er just gonna keep saying vampire over and over different ways, huh?

[pneumo]

That's...it's a big problem, back home... [ Like, a really big problem. Is he honestly not bothered by it? He can't even a imagine what sort of world would make that possible. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ One where the guy in front of you has starved before and refuses to watch it happen to anyone else, "dead" or not. ]

We'll take things one steak at a time.

[pneumo]

Y...you really are an angel.....!

[nostraightlines]

No I'm not.

[pneumo]

Yes you are! You're the first human to ever say I could have any of their blood, ever!

[nostraightlines]

Even here..?

[ That's surprising, he knew that kinda thing happened in Eudio. And seriously, he could just bleed into a cup with his gun trained on Sascha in case he got nippy, if trust was an issue. ]

[pneumo]

Yeah! I get in trouble just asking for hugs, hehehe....

[nostraightlines]

[ And he's straight from cuddle city. ]

Huh. Do you give people reason not to trust you?

[pneumo]

...........

I'm a vampire.

[nostraightlines]

So? You have self-control, don't you?

[pneumo]

Well...yeah, but still. Humans don't like us very much.

[nostraightlines]

Kid, I like you, but if you stick to this vampires vs humans thing we're going to have problems. You're a person, standing in front of me, with a problem. Got it?