because no one should go hungry

[nostraightlines]

Who: Ramse, Sascha, Bigby + any curious Starstruck
Broadcast: n/a
Action: the Starstruck
When: now

[ It's been about two weeks since Ramse first met Sascha and he figures the kid's probably hungry again. But after all that talk of venom, he's doing things his way. He's talked his way into some medical equipment and draws his own blood into a thermos he bought on the space station, then sends Sascha a private message:

Sascha, meet me outside the Starstruck again.

That should be curiosity-inducing enough to get the puppypire to scoot on over.

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puppypire i can't

[pneumo]

[ It definitely, most certainly is. Sascha so rarely gets messages from other people, and even more rarely telling him to come visit them that he's all too eager to reply. ]

Okay! I'm on my waaaaaay!

[ He won't run, but he definitely won't take any detours along the way. ]

Re: puppypire i can't

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse's outside, not holding anything besides his communicator, which he's futzing with -- just reading the network, nothing exciting. He spots Sascha coming toward him and sticks it into his pocket. ]

Hey. I've got something for you.

[pneumo]

...?? You do?? [ Well cue the shock because it's as plain as day on his face now as he blinks. He expected to talk, maybe be asked to show him some more restaurants or something. Not a gift. ]

[nostraightlines]

Come on.

[ And he's leading Sascha onto his own ship. Don't mind all the blood still left in the cargo bay, it's dog blood, not human. They managed to clean most of it out but there's still some in the grills and such.

Do de do and further into the ship, towards the bunk rooms. And into Ramse's. He's ushering Sasha in and closing the door. ]

[pneumo]

[ But...dog blood.... It smells so good out there, can't he just lick it off the floor a little? ]

...Did something happen out there?

[nostraightlines]

Yeah, Max hit a dog on the station and brought it back... Don't lick the floor on your way out.

[ He knows what you're thinking. ]

Hopefully you won't have to.

[ Have the thermos. If Sascha is observant he'll notice that Ramse's sleeve is rolled up and his elbow is wrapped, right above a carved VII symbol. ]

[pneumo]

[ sob ]

...? I don't drink coffee. [ That's what he's assuming the thermos is full of for the moment, even if his eyes do automatically go to the exposed arm, curious. ]

[nostraightlines]

It's not coffee.

[pneumo]

Th...then what is it...? [ No...it can't be, can it??? ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby turns up after Sascha has left. He's not smoking, which is unusual, but he's been following the scent back and picking one scent with the mess of the station isn't easy.

He murmurs a soft thanks to the air and strides his way through the ship, just like he belongs there. He stops when he reaches a door, thumping on it solidly.]

[nostraightlines]

[ No question whose door that is. Ramse quirks an eyebrow and stands from where he was resting in bed to open it.

And there stands a guy he's never seen.

Uh. ]

Yeah?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is, in many ways, unremarkable. He's solidly built, but hardly a mass of muscle. He's not quite what many people would call average height and there's an aura of menace about him at odds to his surprisingly normal appearance.]

I'm here about Sascha.

[nostraightlines]

...Bigby? Just guessin' here.

[ He's not letting you in yet. What exactly do you want? ]

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. Bigby.

I'm making sure you're not doing something stupid with Sascha. Because he's an idiot who doesn't think anything through and I don't know you.

[nostraightlines]

What's 'something stupid'? I just fed him.

[ But he's letting Bigby in because he doesn't want this conversation overheard just yet. ]

Is there some reason I shouldn't?

[bb_wolf]

[Which was what Bigby wanted from the start. He stepped in, taking in details fast and turning to face the stranger.]

I know. I smelt it on him. Something stupid is letting him near your throat, because I watched him eat an entire roast raw because he didn't have the impulse control to wait until he wasn't in public.

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse's sitting back down and sipping juice as he listens. Does he look stupid? Because he's not. ]

I didn't let him bite me, I drew the blood with a med kit.

[nulliverse]

[Celeste is just coming for her one of her regular visits to see Ramse - between him visiting her and her visiting him, they see quite a lot of each other - when she nearly walks right into a rather imposing man going in the opposite direction from Ramse's room. She opens her mouth to apologise, but he's already brushed past and left without so much as a change in expression.

She's grinning when she peeks her head around Ramse's doorframe, but also so openly curious that it's practically radiating off her.]

I thought you'd found Cole for a moment there, but apparently you've just got a type.

[nostraightlines]

Ha ha. Cole's a standup comedian compared to that guy.

[ He's lying in bed on top of the sheets, and scoots over and beckons to her without sitting up. ]

Get in here and close that door, I'm done with guests for awhile. Ramse is closed for business.

[ When she steps inside she'll probably notice some medical equipment on the little table in his bunk room that certainly wasn't there before, but otherwise everything looks in order. He just looks mildly stressed out. ]

[nulliverse]

Still. Shaggy hair, five o'clock shadow, rather imposing stare...

[She shrugs. Her point stands. But she's not letting that offer go to waste, crawling onto the bed beside him and curling against his side.]

You've gotten popular, then? I can't say I'm surprised. What's all the - [That's when she sees the medical equipment, and combined with his frazzled demeanor.] - Ramse, are you alright?

[nostraightlines]

[ The arm wraps around her instantly, and he bends one leg up for her to slip hers between. Celeste cuddles are the best thing in his life right now. ]

Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired.

We don't have a med bay so I borrowed some supplies from another ship. And then I fed a vampire. He's more like a puppy, really. A clingy puppy. The dog's less clingy. Shaggy guy is his keeper, I guess.

[ What on earth is he talking about? Whatever, she smells nice, he's burying his face in her hair. ]

[nulliverse]

[She is sorely tempted to prop herself up on one elbow and look at him properly, see if there's any sign of him playing with her, but then his face is nuzzled into her hair and - oh. She can just question him from here.]

You fed a vampire. [She could get self-righteous about his safety and the risk involved in that and all those good things, but...]

What was it like?

[... she's Celeste.]

[nostraightlines]

I didn't let him bite me, he's got some kind of venom. I just drew blood.

[ His head drops back to the pillow and the shoulder she's on shrugs a little bit. When he speaks again his voice is softer and she can tell he's thinking back to something. ]

It was hard enough living it, I can't watch anyone go hungry. We must all look like steaks on legs to him after awhile, you know? Someone should be feeding him.

[nulliverse]

Ah. [That actually makes it less interesting to her, and disappointing that the only vampire she's heard about here so far can't feed through biting (if venom is actual poison, anyway). Although if she could nullify the venom...

Caleb, what did you do to this girl.

As Ramse continues, though, she gets a small, affectionate smile on her face, and leans in just enough to press a kiss to his cheek.]

You're sweet. It still surprises me sometimes, how sweet you really are. The puppy's quite lucky to have you, I don't know many people who would be that magnanimous about feeding the starving when it had to come from their own body. Regardless of what they'd lived through.

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse doesn't know enough about the venom and Sascha doesn't seem to, either, so Ramse decided not to mess with it. There's the trust issue as well -- he's seen puppypire tear into a pile of raw meat with seemingly no control and while he has a high pain tolerance risking that kind of damage is just unnecessary. Not when he got the supplies to draw blood. ]

Sweet... [ He makes a little 'tch' sound, but he's smiling at her. ] Between the two of you people will think I've gone soft.

What have you been up to, anyway? Get a job on the station?