may-time mingling (starstruck!)

[mucked]

Who: Starstruck crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck!
When: The merry merry month of May

[ there's been a tiny regime change and doubtless some debriefing after that masquerade! have at it, starstruckers. mingle away! ]

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[pneumo]

[ Of all the things there, what actually draws Sascha into searching for her the most? Is the canine scent she bears when shapeshifted because he's only ever caught a whiff of Bigby before. For there to be another wolf on the fleet he's unfamiliar with is a surprise, and when he catches it on someone else he follows it back to it's source, poking and sniffing around the ship in the dead of night with his sunglasses tucked away for once. With most of the ship's lights on low or off completely it's much easier for him to move around, sniffing at the air.

But it stops when he gets to the doors to her room, which are closed. And he's learned enough by now (see: Bigby has yelled at him enough times) that he should knock first before trying to enter, so! A knock doth cometh. ]

...Helloooo~

[fuga]

[ Lauralae is no stranger to odd scents, and what brings her out of her own personal reverie is the scent of something dead but not, something that haunts her and makes her turn on the defensive. She has never had much time for those that walk in her Lord's shadows, the undead that rise and stand at Sidra's side, but she gives them the respect they are due simply for being his, for being his chosen, returned to life beyond what the claim his mother may have had. When she finds one so unlike anything she had ever seen outside her door it causes her nothing short of confusion, lifting herself up and stepping around to touch the handle with careful fingers.

It takes her a few moments to speak and, in that time, the knock comes forth. It doesn't startle her - she knew he was there - but she frowns all the same, opening the door slowly and lifting her head, letting herself be hidden in shadows. ]

What brings you here?

[pneumo]

[ In contrast he gets no such information from her. Sasha relies on smell and sight since he lacks the ability to perceive the supernatural (his own world lacking it and all). He can sense anything, but the open door mean her scent is fresh and yup, he is definitely in the right place. And best of all, it comes from a girl who looks just like Bigby does when he's not a wolf!

Which is to say, human. ]

...Hi! Are you the wolf?

[fuga]

[ Her eyes are dark and she watches him, waiting for any move that might suggest that he's more of a threat than she had initially imagined. All her instincts are on alert, and she has to force herself to stay back, to let herself breathe, to not leap at the very sight of someone that knows her deeper self, that can see through human skin and see the wolf that she hides somewhere deep inside of herself. It is not her true form, but one that her Lord had seen fit to give her - it is all she can think it to be.

Her eyes narrow and she moves back, hands clenching around nothing. ]

I am Lauralae.

[pneumo]

Lauralae...the wolf? [ He offers, of course trying not to focus on her discomfort. He's seen it far too much to interpret it poorly. No one likes a vampire after all. And the. If course there's the fact that all animals hate him too, what with being a predator and all. ]

[fuga]

Lauralae. [ She doesn't confirm it or deny it, just watches him with a dark intensity that she can't hide - and there's no point trying, either, since it's so obvious. She isn't comfortable and she doesn't like her secrets being found out; she doesn't care that he's undead, she simply cares that he is poking her nose into her business. ] That is all.

[pneumo]

Oh... Do you have a wolf then? 'Cause I only know Bigby, and he acts super-grumpy but I think if he had another wolf he'd be a little happier. I'm Sascha!

[ Has he annoyed and/or disoriented you yet, Lauralae? ]

[fuga]

I do not own a wolf. [ And she is most certainly avoiding the topic altogether, her frown in place and not moving at all. ] Nor do I know who Bigby is. I care not for his pleasures, nor for his happiness - let him seek it alone, for it is no concern of mine.

[ No, she's not annoyed, simply... Unsettled. ]

[pneumo]

[ And Sascha? Is completely unfazed. ]

...Wow! You guys even act the same!

[fuga]

[ This is uncomfortable and she takes a step back, not particularly enjoying herself. ]

I cannot say, as I do not know him.

[ Duh... Right... ]