may mingle (blameless!)

[revivo]

Who: Blameless crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Blameless
When: May

[time to get your mingle on, people lacking blame and friends!]

Comments

[pneumo]

Okay~! [ Give him a second to rummage through a pocket and pull out his communication, squinting through his shades and flipping through a few menus aaaand--bam. He very proudly holds out the picture of Diamond, one of the hosts, that Nami sent him. ]

Isn't she pretty??

[beathach]

[Hank pulls his glasses from his pocket and puts them on, leaning in to study the picture]

Ah - yeah, she's pretty. Do you know her name?

[pneumo]

[ Oh man, they can be glasses buddies. I mean his are shades and all, but still. ]

Diamond♥

[beathach]

[it totally counts, glasses buddies 4 life]

Huh. Can you - send this to me? So I can add it to my notes?

[pneumo]

Oh--sure. How do I do that? [ Because man, he wouldn't even know what his communicator was for without his augment. He is tech-illiterate. ]

[beathach]

[if Hank wasn't tech savvy and hadn't already gotten an explanation on how that works, he wouldn't have a clue either, save for the augment.

But he explains it as simply and easy as he can regardless of the augment]

[pneumo]

[ Bless u, Hank. Because that explanation probably consists of "press the red button" or "press the green" button. ]

[beathach]

[it is absolutely that kind of explanation. Given patiently, because he totally understands how this stuff can be confusing]

Thank you.

[pneumo]

[ And this is why Hank gets 5 gold stars as his rating. SASCHA-APPROVED. ]

You're welcome~!

[beathach]

[the best approval]

Ah - do you want something to eat or drink? Since we're in here.

[pneumo]

[ HANK....♥ ]

--! R, really?? You wouldn't mind?

[beathach]

No? Why would I?

[pneumo]

Well...'cause! People don't like feeding me!

[beathach]

[his eyebrows furrow. That's so - strange?]

Why is that?

[pneumo]

I sorta eat...raw meat. And stuff.

[beathach]

[. . . no reaction]

And stuff?

[pneumo]

Blood. Bones. Organs....

[beathach]

[he tilts his head]

Ah. Are you a vampire? Or - something similar to that?

[he's so used to this]

[pneumo]

[ he is super used to this, and even though he's supposed to keep it a secret, the fact that Hank goes right for vampire makes him think that maybe, they might just come from the same world. ]

Y, yeah...!

[beathach]

[when you do a stint in another world with titans and gods and all manners of different types, vampires is a welcome difference.

He does smile a little] If it's a secret, I won't tell. Do you have - uh, a way to get the sort of food you need?

[pneumo]

I'm not supposed to tell anyone...but, um. I guess if you already know about them it's okay! [ Right?? Bigby hopefully won't be too mad. ]

I usually get raw meat from the freezer.

[beathach]

Technically you didn't tell me, I took a guess. [look he's helpful. And if anyone's good at secrets it's Hank]

Alright. Well - if we have any, you're welcome to some if you're hungry.

[pneumo]

You're the best...! [ Hope you're ready to get hugged Hank, because Sascha's pretty much flinging himself at you here. Any offer of free food is deeply appreciated. ]

[beathach]

[HE IS NOT READY but he takes it like a champ - and awkwardly pats Sascha's shoulder in return. Gosh, who knew being polite would get this reaction]

Er, thank you?

[pneumo]

[ It is warranted when 90% of the people you meet back home want you dead for being a vampire :c or at least appearing like one. ]

Thank you thank youuuu, thank you~!