first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

Comments

[passingthrough]

How are you feeling? Want me to get you to a doctor or just let you rest more? [Should she be letting the potato make that call? Still, he doesn't seem dire. Some lingering illness is expected.]

[pneumo]

Well...I dunno if it'd help much unless the doctor knows anything about vampires. [ Because he certainly doesn't know a whole lot about their biology. ]

We're usually fine with blood and rest~ I'll be okay♥

[passingthrough]

About that...

[She takes a seat on the edge of the bed where there isn't lumpy vampire.] Where do you get your blood?

[pneumo]

[ Within hugging range is the important question here--not whether he should tell the truth, since Ramse only asked him not to tell the doctor about his donations. ]

Ramse gives me a little sometimes, in a thermos. I didn't ask though! I promise. I don't ask anyone here for blood. [ he is a model citizen doing the perfectly natural thing of somewhat starving himself. ]

[passingthrough]

[Ramse, please. But his choice. Whatever. She wouldn't even mind if he asked if it was just asking. Taking is what she's concerned about.]

Allen said he told you where you could get blood. Do you remember that?

[pneumo]

Allen...? [ Give him a second. ]

--Oh! The grumpy guy! I remember!

[ ...Allen. The blood pills not as much. ]

He's the one who told me about the gorgeous women.

[passingthrough]

He's the... [Okay, she'll ask Allen about that some day. Not important right now.]

Sascha, work with me here, he told you where to get blood pills.

[pneumo]

....From Atroma? [ He thiiiinks that sounds familiar. ]

[passingthrough]

[That makes her hesitate, concerned it might be a reason for him to reject the pills. But they're depending on the Atroma for a lot here already.] Technically.

[pneumo]

I've never taken pills from anyone before..... [ It's not so much the Atroma factor so much as it is not wanting to puke again from eating something he's not supposed to. ]

[passingthrough]

Try taking them from me. Once I get some.

[pneumo]

But--doesn't that cost money?? [ he doesn't have any to repay her. is that really alright? ]

[passingthrough]

I don't think so. If it does I've got it covered. [Money is pretty meaningless to her. If she needs more, she'll get more.]

[pneumo]

But...I can't pay you back. [ Like he owes Nami for that photo of Diamond 6u9 with interest, oops. ]

[passingthrough]

No one asked you to.

[pneumo]

You're just....being nice?

[passingthrough]

I can be nice. [She sounds a little exasperated, but she gets it. He's not used to nice. It's not about her. It's about everyone before her.]

[pneumo]

[ It's not that he doubts her, he's just so unused to it. Kitty is among the very small number of people who dote on him and show him kindness, and it still catches him off-guard when it comes out of the blue like this. ]

I know, I just...

Sorry. It's still really weird, hehe.

[passingthrough]

Yeah, well, you're weird. [She means it fondly. Also, how did she just regress back to forth grade and still come out ahead in this match up?]

But you need blood to get better?

[pneumo]

[ Welcome to the world of interacting with Sascha♥ ]

Sometimes!

[passingthrough]

Then we can check and see if this is one of those times. [She stands up again.]

[pneumo]

E-eh?? But... [ Does she really mean to get him something to drink right now? Or does she mean those pills...? ]

[passingthrough]

What? [Of course the pills. Follow along, Sascha.]

[pneumo]

[ He's uncertain okay!! He's not used to people actually trying to make sure he's fed. It's really surreal since he's more familiar with hiding his appetite and resisting it rather than giving in. ]

Where are you gonna...?

[passingthrough]

To get the blood pills. [It almost sounds like a question because didn't they just discuss this?] I'm starting to think you have short term memory loss. [But seriously though.]