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.

Comments

[bb_wolf]

... big.

Very big.

[nostraightlines]

You must feel really pent up in these ships. I feel pent up on these ships.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby shrugs.]

Sometimes. Yeah. Only when there's no planet to get to.

[nostraightlines]

I hope the next planet's quiet, man. The station feels like it's going to explode with people.

[bb_wolf]

I hope it has forests.

Last planet, there was these vast forests and mountains, huge prey animals, fierce predators.

Reminded me of a more fun version of my home.

[nostraightlines]

A forest would be nice. I was a wilderness guide in the last world I was in.

That's where my shipmates went hunting, I think. Our whole kitchen is full of meat.

[bb_wolf]

Don't let Sascha know.

I've been stocking up again. I don't have to eat for months, if I push it and frankly I'd sooner not eat than eat that gel shit.

[nostraightlines]

I'm feeding him, he wouldn't steal from us. We've got a crewmate who can only eat that.

...months? Seriously?

[bb_wolf]

Mm.

Fuck, I once had to hold my breath for three weeks, going without food for a few months is entirely in the realm of possible.

[nostraightlines]

You don't think so? [ He might not trust Sascha enough to sleep next to him yet, but he trusts puppypire not to be a dick. ]

...

Forgetting how, why would you have to hold your breath for three weeks?

[bb_wolf]

[He shrugs. He doesn't really think about it.]

Yeah, can't really see him stealing.

Well, I'd been cut open, filled with rocks, stitched back up and dumped in a river. Took a while to get enough rocks out that I could drag myself out.

[nostraightlines]

[ Okay, magical creature, there is clearly more at play here than just being a wereman. Surviving being cut up and filled with rocks and still being alive to have to hold his breath for three weeks to get the rocks out... yeeeeeah. Ramse's just staring. Who did that to him, anyway? And why? And how and why and how and what?! ]

I got nothing. That's insane.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby shrugs and taps out another cigarette, lighting it up.]

Yeah. Well.

... guess sometimes I forget how Mundys see that stuff.