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

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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[ 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...

[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.

[ 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.

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.

[ 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. ]

[He shakes his head.] Don't thank me just yet.

Like I said, a lot of people were hurt - and as much as I'd want their blood, it doesn't feel right. Not when they didn't consent to any of this.

[Especially since he's been running around and healing what he could. Today's been the biggest struggle of reason versus instinct and he's gonna make reason win, because they can't afford more injuries (or worse, casualties).]

Before you go, kid - how long've you been like this?

Hungry? Or...? [ Sascha has a pretty strong feeling it isn't the former, no matter how much he wishes that were the question. And if he knew anything of the vampires from Stefan's world and memories he'd be impressed that even with blood smeared over his own face and hands, the other vampire is keeping composure.

That's a strength of will that doesn't come around very often. ]

[Stefan raises his eyebrows at the idea that he has to make a distinction (or maybe he's prickly, because man is he hungry).]

How long've you been a vampire?

..... [ That's a very difficult question, because to date the only person he's told the rough age he figures he's been around to is Kitty--and in very specific circumstances. Stefan intrigues him to know end and he wants desperately to know him, but he isn't ready for that; not again, so soon. ]

I don't know. [ Which isn't a lie; he doesn't know the exact number of years, because he never kept track of them. But he does know he has at least a century's worth of memories, give or take. ]

So in other words, long enough to know that you shouldn't eat in front of humans.

[Great. Just great.

Stefan lets out a loud sigh as he finally pulls himself away from Sascha. Why couldn't this kid have used compulsion?? Or better yet, waited? Until no one was around????]

[ Because while he has excellent self-control, his impulse-control needs a lot (a lot) of work. Just like how at the moment, he thinks nothing of running his tongue over the blood on his lower lip and chin, then lifting his hand up to give it the same treatment. ]

....Uh-huh.

[Nope, nope, Stefan's gonna flinch because he's too close to his breaking point.]

Could you not?

[He huffs, thinking nothing (for now) of his tone.] Let's go already, before someone else tries to kick you out.

...Okay. [ It's okay, Sascha doesn't sound thrilled about it either. He's near-sulking when he finally relents, dropping his arms to his sides and sighing in defeat. He's destined to just not get what he wants here ): hopefully Stefan doesn't make him wash his hands because that would be an even bigger waste. ]

Thanks.

[At this point, Stefan doesn't really care what the kid does. He just knows that he has to get out before he starts feeding on people. Vampire doc's gonna make a beeline for that door, and right as he does, he motions for Sascha to follow him out.

Better luck next time? Maybe??]

[ M-maybe....maybe!! But hey, at least he's right on Stefan's heel once he's beckoned. He's listening! Mostly. he's licking his hand again. ]

....You okay? You look really unhappy. More than me.

That would be because I'm not.

[When he glances over at Sascha, there's thinly-veiled rage in his eyes.] And if you were smart, kid, you'd leave me alone.

[ Sascha has been on the receiving end of that kind of look more than once, and he moment he sees it in Stefan's eyes he shrinks back a half-step, but doesn't retreat entirely. He's too curious about his new companion now. ]

.....Are you mad becase of me?

You're waving blood in my face, you... you.... [He pinches the spot between his brows, because he really, really can't deal.]

Learn some self-restraint, and then we'll talk. Maybe.

[He's done, Sascha. Stefan's OFF at an unhumanly fast pace, and where he's going? Even he's not really sure.]

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