SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: NO!
Action: The Bloodsport
When: Now! Soon! Whenever!

[The pilot isn't living on the ship, the Captain is still a weirdo and civilians nearly outnumber other augments. Welcome to the Bloodsport mingle!]

Comments

[namisan]

No, that's fair.

[She eats a few more mouthfuls, deep in thought. Less panicky, but she's thinking about worrying things.] How's his self control?

[bb_wolf]

Both tremendous and terrible.

He has no impulse control, but he has a very strong instinct not to hurt people. No one's in danger from him, but I wouldn't leave an uncooked roast in the fridge.

[namisan]

Ah.

[That's actually kind of reassuring. If she can get used to a walking skeleton on her ship, she can get used to a puppy-eyed vampire.]

Reminds me of more than a few people. I'm used to dealing with low impulse control, anyway. I'm sure I'll manage.

[bb_wolf]

And if he's a problem, just yell at him to stop and he does. He's trained in that regard.

[namisan]

You got it. So did we have room for him or is he bunking in with you?

[bb_wolf]

I have no idea. He should have his own room by now, but given the crowding...

[ He shrugs. Having a room won't stop Sascha coming in with him. ]

And given he was coming into my room before he even lived on the fucking ship, I can probably safely say he'll only leave when I kick him out. And he'll go and find someone else to climb in with. He's, what's it called? Touch starved?

[namisan]

...he definitely sounds like someone I know. Well, you might warn him that if he tries climbing in with me it's at his own risk. I don't take well to surprise visitors.

[bb_wolf]

Someone called Sasuke stuck a knife in him. He's fairly indestructible. I'm trying to train him into asking before doing, explaining about people's territories and feeling vulnerable.

Apparently one guy he did it to called him the sleep creeper.