+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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[ Ramse's quiet for a moment. He's actually considering this... his first night alone on the ship was really rough, and he's so used to someone being there... he was actually going to ask Celeste for company while he adjusted to the place. ]

Hm. Doesn't sound fun for you.

[pneumo]

I don't mind as long as I get to be next to someone.

[nostraightlines]

...you're lonely, aren't you?

[ For someone so cheery...

Ramse's done it before, let someone lonely crash with him when they didn't have other options. But it was someone close to Cole. ]

Maybe.

[pneumo]

People say that a lot about me, hehe... I guess so, yeah. [ But hey! 'Maybe' is better than no! ]

[nostraightlines]

[ Another pause. ]

You've got friends here?

[pneumo]

Well...I might have one friend. [ Which he says both happily and conspiratorially, since he would like to consider Bigby his friend--but he's kind of like a mix between that and a dad. He keeps Sascha in line. ]

[nostraightlines]

I just figure you've probably got better choices than a relative stranger.

[pneumo]

...? But I don't ind that sort of thing! I like meeting people.

[nostraightlines]

[ Sascha omg. ]

To share a bed with.

[pneumo]

[ :D woof!! ]

And talk to! But sharing a bed is always way nicer...

[nostraightlines]

Not always.

[pneumo]

It definitely is! [ Sascha shakes his head, insistent. ] I sleep alone a lot, and having someone else there is always way better.

[nostraightlines]

You haven't run into anyone with nightmares, or tries to hurt you if you wake them up?

[pneumo]

Oh, that's already happened. [ He says this like it's totally normal and ain't no thang at all... ] But I still prefer it! Being cuddled up to someone warm is the very best.

[nostraightlines]

Well... we'll see.

[ Maybe, kiddo. Maybe. He's still going to ask Celeste first. And he's finishing up his meal, but as they've been talking the light's been slowly changing. Seems like it's approaching 'evening' on the space station. ]

When can you ditch the umbrella?

[pneumo]

As soon as they dim the lights a little more. Otherwise I'll just get sleepy again...sorry. [ he can't help it, but he tries :c ]

[nostraightlines]

You don't have to apologize for it, I don't care.

What happens if you knock out in the daylight? You just sleep straight through?

[pneumo]

Pretty much, yup! I'll wake up as soon as it turns to night again though, it's not like I sleep forever.

[nostraightlines]

What else is different about you from the stories?

[pneumo]

What stories...? About vampires?

[nostraightlines]

Doesn't your world have legends? You knew about the catching on fire.

[pneumo]

I wouldn't call it legend..since it's kind true and all that, hehe. But yeah! We've got some of those. Let's see... [ He's going to try counting on one hand as they go. ]

Sunlight kills them...oh! And if you stake a Newborn vampire it'll kill them! But not the grown-up ones. You have to behead them. Then there's making more vampires from the people you bite, growing in fangs... [ HMM ] --And eventually, you stop feeling stuff like pain!

[nostraightlines]

How old are you?

[ Since he'd said he can't make new vampires, and the sun just makes him sleepy... maybe it's an age thing? ]

[pneumo]

I have no idea! I don't have any memories from before so I'm not really sure how old I'm supposed to be. [ Unless he meant in vampire-terms. ]

[nostraightlines]

How old are you for a vampire, then?