006 - action/voice; i came in like troy walking in with pizza

[geonomy]

Who: Clay Terran + You people
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this

[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.

Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...

But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.

And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -

And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]

I-I need doctors - healers, medics -

[He takes in a deep breath - ]

I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!


((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))

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action - 3000% OTA

[pneumo]

[ It's a terrible and unfortunate thing that's happened on the Iskaulit, and while Sascha doesn't know what that is, he can smell it the moment the air in the ship carries the scent of freshly-spilled blood far enough. Right away it sends a pang of hunger hunger hunger to his gut, and if his pupils weren't permanently dilated? They'd be thinned to slits.

He should avoid it, go somewhere else just in case...but instead? Sascha follows it, nostrils flared as he follows the coppery scent to its source and finds the absolute horror of a mess that is Wrath's assault. There's blood on the floor, the wall, splatters and sprays spread across so much space it almost seems impossible Wrath has any left in her body after all this.

It's quite possibly one of the most beautiful and appetizing things Sascha has ever seen. There's so much of it, probably to be cleaned up later and put to waste, washed down a receptical and sterilized. But it looks so good. Just a little taste should be fine, right...? He could clean up the mess himself--he won't leave any smears. He just...needs to...

bend down in order to crouch on the floor right then and there, regardless of anyone else around. His hands slide into the bloody puddle on the floor almost in awe and haf-second before he leans down?

And gives the floor a long, hungry lick. ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk had heard the call for help, and while he was no medic like Beverly was, he knew enough on how to address field wounds and patch a person up enough to hold out til a doctor got there. It sounded bad, and if nothing else he could help keep people away from the scene who did not need to be there - running security, as it were, to keep away the rubber-neckers.

Like this fool.

He marched over with the intent to put his hand down on Sascha's shoulder, to squeeze tight. ]</sub>

You need to stop what you're doing. Now.

[pneumo]

[ He succeeds, entirely because Sasha is too busy leaving his tongue over the floor beneath him to bother listening to his surroundings. He hasn't been around this much fresh blood in ages and it goes to his head and pretty much every other sense he has. Kirk's lucky Sascha isn't a vampire noatter how much he believes himself to be; if he were he'd be baring his fangs and hissing over his "meal."

Instead? He lifts his head to look up dazedly, mouth and lips smeared with Wrath's blood even as he runs his tongue over his upper lip...while minding the inch-long incisors curved dangerously from his gums. ]

.....?

[universal_charm]

_{[ When you're used to aliens, seeing someone hiss over something like an angry cat would not have been surprising. He had been with cat-like women before, as a matter of fact, but that was not the point right now. His lips twisted when he saw the smears of blood on the other's face - not his blood, that much he could tell. It wasn't so much the idea of drinking blood - though, all right, that was creepy - it was the fact he was choosing to do it here, in this place. ]}

What the hell do you think you're doing? People are being treated here. If you're not here to help, you need to leave - immediately.

[pneumo]

But... [ Blood?? It smells so good and it's all over him now. If he could he'd just lie in it, although for now having it on his hands and face is intoxicating enough. It's got his normally-small fangs fully extended as he rubs a hand across his mouth and then licks it. ]

No one's using it. [ They're just going to waste it by cleaning it up! ]

[universal_charm]

It doesn't matter. Have some respect and leave. We don't need you causing further distress to the wounded with this kind display.

_{[ His lip curls a little bit, clearly not finding much about Sasche to be impressed with, and his grip tightening on his shoulder. ]}

I'm asking you politely - leave the area until everyone has been taken care of and cleared.

[pneumo]

But...you'll clean it up. [ The blood he means. Or someone will even if it's not Kirk directly, and it just smells so good that Sascha can't help looking back to it, digging his palms into the cooled, slippery red substance. ]

I just want a little.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly is only vaguely aware of Sascha's presence at first... she'd shooed people away already so she could work, but now, while they're waiting for transport, she becomes more aware of what's around her.

And she is fucking pissed. She whips around and charges at Sascha, eyes blazing with fury.]

What the hell do you think you're doing?

[pneumo]

[ His gaze snaps up towards her and some degree of alarm reaches Sascha's face, but really the majority of his attention is on the blood he's in the process of licking up. It's all over his face by now, up his forearms and making a mess of his shirt. What she may notice above all of that is the fact that while he had small pinpricks of fangs before during his physical, they are most certainly not that now. They're long, deadly, and made less for puncturing than rending.

Even he's careful wen he licks around them, running his tongue over his teeth. ]

......?

[dancingmd]

[Fangs or no fangs, Beverly doesn't care. She doesn't even have room to be properly horrified right now. All her anger about what's happened to Wrath is being channeled right now on Sascha for daring to do this, for daring to drink the blood of a possibly dying woman as she lies broken nearby. She yanks him up by the arm, with none of her usual gentleness, her jaw tight and her voice hard as she speaks.]

Get. Out.

[pneumo]

[ And Sascha doesn't fight back, not really. There's reluctance in his muscles but for the most part Beverley drags him up and back with no problems. He's compliant even on a bad day, and he's yet to have any of these here.

Hell, for him? This is actually a great day because he can't remember the last time he's been around this much fresh blood. The skies might as well be raining free tickets home to anyone else. ]

But-- [ He looks back longingly at the blood on the floor, lips pressed together tight. ]

[dancingmd]

[She gives his arm a warning squeeze, nails digging in ever so slightly. She's not fooling around here.]

Whatever you're going to say, I don't want to hear it.

[pneumo]

Nnnhhhh.... [ The urge to brush and push past her, to return to all that blood is so tempting. Sascha spends a strained moment looking between Beverley and the mess on the floor before he hastily pushes both bloody hands over his eyes and rubs the heel of them in. ]

Please!

[pompous_today]

[Given how, well, goofy Sascha could act a times, with his lack of boundaries, finding him with blood on his face was way at the bottom of the list of things Simon expected to find him doing. But when he did, it made Simon stop cold, before he asked in a low, quavering voice, one hand curling into a fist.]

... What are you?

[Because that was at the forefront of his mind right now- not scolding him for licking the blood up. Simon wanted to know why.]

[pneumo]

....Hungry? [ That's what Simon means, right? Surely he couldn't be asking anything else with his hand seeped in someone's blood, face a mess and fangs that certainly weren't this long before extended to the point that when he goes to lick his lips, he has to work around them.

He holds Simon's gaze for a second or two like that, before he lifts one blood-soaked hand up to give it a long, hungry lick. ]

[pompous_today]

Obviously, seeing as how you are drinking someone else's blood. [His voice was filled with anger.] So I ask again- what are you?

[pneumo]

.....

A vampire. [ He thought that Simon might know that by now. What, with the teething, the strange eyes and the odd sleeping habits. He didn't expect to have to say it out loud, and doing so gives rise to a heavy feeling of discomfort. ]

[pompous_today]

[Simon chewed on his tongue. All the signs had been there, of course- but he'd hoped Sascha might come clean himself in due time.]

I had a suspicion. I just wasn't expecting it to be confirmed this way.

[pneumo]

I... [ He doesn't really have an excuse. For keeping quiet or this, especially with the evidence of his deed smeared all across his face. ]

Sorry.

[stefanged]

[There are a million things racing through Stefan's mind right now - first, this must be the kid that he warned Tadashi about. Second, this must also be the kid that got banned from blood drives, and third?

This kid's doing exactly what Stefan wants to. He knows that urge to pick up blood and shove it into his face. It's Ramadan, though, and that hardship will be rewarded when he breaks his fast.

So quietly, he reaches out for Sascha's hand, holding in a breath he doesn't need so that he's not feeding on the floor too.]

Come on, that can't be the least bit sanitary.

[pneumo]

[ Of all the people in the Fleet Stefan probably comes the close to understand Sascha in this moment. They might not be exactly the same, might not have the same drives or needs, but he definitely comes the closest. And Sascha can smell, despite all the blood around them, that there's something different about Stefan from the rest of the people in the room.

So when he takes Sascha's red-soaked hand and snaps him out of his meal he looks up, confused but coherent; he doesn't get drunk off the taste of blood nor lose his mind. He's just a man dying of thirst at an oasis. ]

...But...

[stefanged]

[Huh. Stefan pauses at that coherence - so Sascha's like his older brother. A vampire with phenomenal self-control, to feed only what he needs. It's almost admirable because Stefan? Stefan can't even taste a drop or he'd go wild.

The veins're starting to protrude from under his eyes, but he can't do much about it now. He's struggling just to hold it in.]

A lot of people were hurt. Their loved ones are grieving and assessing and trying to help. [...] I know you wanna eat. Trust me, I know, but... this isn't the time.

[pneumo]

[ There's something about the way Stefan stresses his understanding that makes Sascha actually consider his words, rather than protesting outright. He doesn't miss the change in his features either, and although all he wants to do is return to his meal he'll relent and nod very slowly, gaze fixed on the vampire in front of him.

He wants to figure him out--and that's a good enough distraction for now. ]

...Okay.

[stefanged]

Thanks. [He means it too. Giving up fresh, rich blood isn't easy, and boy, does Stefan want some. He presses his lips together, to prevent himself from accidentally sampling a drop or two.

Whispered, like he doesn't want anyone else to hear,] I'll see about saving some after they've left, since we have a lot to clean up. No promises, but... hang in there.

[pneumo]

[ It's that which makes Sascha do a double take in surprise, looking at Stefan with a whole slew of confusion and interest now--behaving and leaving the room will be more than worth it now, if it means he's going to both get blood and get to know this strange person.

Everyone else had told him to beat it, no chance. ]

........

O, okay. Thank you... [ He sure as heck hopes he sees this guy later. ]