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[pneumo]

Who: Sascha
Broadcast: Audio
Action: Bloodsport/Iskaulit
When: Few days after that partay

[ So while the party was great and all and Sascha had an amazing time, talking and actually getting to dance with a few people, it seems as though his happy days are at an end. Because only a few days after the fun of the party there's an ache in his jaw. Kind of like an itch, but sore; and while he ignores it the first "day" (his night), by the time he wakes up at 'sundown' it's a full-blown throb of discomfort, accompanied by the need to chew on everything.

And a spike in his appetite. Which is why, although he usually only replies to network posts, Sascha decides to make one of his own. To complain. ]

My...teeth...huuuuurt. [ Or whine. Whichever, really. ] And I'm hungry. I want meat--meaaaaattttttt...!

[ BITCH BITCH BITCH etc. ]

[ Sascha is being a right menace to everything and anything not nailed down. Why? Because all that pain he's going through right now...is teething. And while normally his fangs are actually smaller than normal and just about human-sized, they've extended themselves to full length in preparation to grow in the new fangs underneath.

Which means he's been chewing on pretty much everything with them. Pots, pans, rocks, benches, beds, doors, shoes...anything he can get his teeth on. Heck he's even been chewing on himself a little to try and ease the ache.

For the most part though? He can be found gnawing--pretty much anywhere--and it may or may not be on something of yours. 6u9 ]

Comments

[pneumo]

Umm... [ Man, the easy answer to this would be to say 'feed him', but he'd rather not creep Simon out first encounter. ]

Have any meat...?

[pompous_today]

... aside from the Atroma-provided vaguely meat flavored protein blocks... no. Perhaps one of the other ships has some I can trade for, if that would give you some relief.

[pneumo]

R, really?? You wouldn't mind? [ Oh god he could kill for some meat right now.



Literally, but he's really trying not to think about that. He may drool a little onto the rolling pin though. ]

[pompous_today]

I can't make any guarantees, but I will try... and if not, I'll at least try to acquire something less splintery to chew on. Or medicine for the pain, if you can take any.

[pneumo]

Oh! Kitty said I should ask the scientist for that. [ That's...that's you, Simon. I'm sorry. ]

[pompous_today]

She was most likely referring to me, yes. [Simon's tone was even, patient, but on the inside, he couldn't help but faceplam a little.]

[pneumo]

...You look different than I imagined. [ And not in the least because he thought his name was Simone at first. Nope. ]

[pompous_today]

How were you expecting me to look?

[pneumo]

Like a lady... [ He's so sorry Simon ]

[pompous_today]

Ah. [Simon's... not really sure what to say about that.] Well, if you prefer a woman's touch, Dr. Crusher and Dr. Keller are available as well.

[pneumo]

You don't mind touching me?? [ Excuse him while this conversation just goes off the charts on the weird scale of things. ]

[pompous_today]

If it becomes necessary, yes. I'll work on anybody who needs my services. [Yeah, this conversation is getting weird- but Simon had been here for so long, it takes a lot to faze him now.]

[pneumo]

[ A professional even in the face of really weird puppypires. He is a gentleman and a scholar. ]

Then...um. Okay! I mean, if you really don't mind...

[pompous_today]

Of course I don't.

[pneumo]

Then--okay! I mean, if I ever need to visit... [ He does tend to heal and all that. ]

[pompous_today]

[Simon nodded.]

Then just visit my infirmary- I'm there or on the Iskaulit a lot.