o1;; You didn't see that coming?

[silvercast]

Who: Pietro & You!
Broadcast: yes
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: Right now

[ Video;; ]
[ The video feed shakes, the audio cracking as the communicator is moved around. The broadcasting image so far is the floor, covered in multicolored confetti, and a pair of black and grey running sneakers in view. The left foot taps impatiently before the video swings again to the bridge of the Bloodsport. ]

[ There is a sigh before heavily accented voice accompanies the shoddy cameraman-ship. ] If this is someone's idea of a prank, it lacks humor.

[ The communicator finally turns around, and Pietro is very firmly not happy with this situation. ]

I have complaints.


[ SS Bloodsport;; ]
[ Pietro can be found in various places throughout the Bloodsport. In the kitchen, trying to figure out what the deal with protein paste is. The bridge offers a bit of a distraction with the endless sea of stars or the array of broadcast settings, and how can he resist settling into the bunks? It's been a very long time since he's had his own room. ]

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[silvercast]

[ Sascha, I swear to god..

It's been quite an eventful day, so taking a nap in his bunk before exploring a bit more isn't really out of the question, is it? He's nearly to sleep when there's an extra weight displacing the balance of the bed and warmth at his back.

Pietro's eyes shoot open, and he's across the small room faster than most humans should be. Easier to be out of range than flailing at a potential murderer. His mother language comes to mind first, and there are more than a few very angry words spit out before he calms himself. ]

This is my room, there is not an open invitation.

[pneumo]

--! [ Yeah Sascha's never encountered super-speed before, and all he knows is that there is comfy warmth in the bed he's just crawled into one moment, and then nothing the next. Very disorienting okay?? Especially when not a moment later there's a voice behind him and he rolls over, blinking. ]

...Whoa--you teleported!

[silvercast]

Not quite. What are you doing in my bed?

[ He's not inclined to give answers until he gets some, mainly, the really awkward welcome to the ship. He hopes this isn't how the rest of the crew does things.. ]

[pneumo]

[ IF ONLY THEY DID, alas. Sascha would be in cuddle-buddy heaven if it were. ]

...Ssssaying hi?

[silvercast]

Where I am from, that is not how strangers say hello.

[ That is not how any sane person says hi. ]

[pneumo]

[ WELCOME TO THE LONELIEST VAMPIRE EVER. This is 3000% how he says hello, hi, nice to see you, among other things. ]

Oh...well, we could handshake then! I'm really good at those.

[silvercast]

[ Pietro's shoulders sag, all of the annoyance bleeding out for somewhat grudging acceptance. He holds out his hand with a firm nod. ]

A handshake will do, to start.

[pneumo]

Sweet! [ Alrighty then Pietro, be prepared for the most totally normal handshake ever. Sascha's body only runs 2 or 3 degrees Celsius lower than the average human, but he's free to notice it. Could just be cold space hands. ]

Welcome to the Bloodsport~ I'm Sascha☆

[silvercast]

[ Those are some cold hands, but he tends to run a little warm due to his metabolism. ]

Pietro Maximoff.

[pneumo]

Pietro...hehe. I like it! Are you new? I heard the bell a little while ago.

[silvercast]

Today is my first, yes. Is there always a bell with new arrivals?

[pneumo]

I think so? At least, if it's for the same ship you're on anyway. Welcome to space!

[silvercast]

Thank you, it's an interesting start, to say the least.

[pneumo]

Still sleepy? [ Say yes so he can spoon you ]

[silvercast]

Yes, but what does that have to do with you?

[ Bro, why do you want to spoon him so bad? ]

[pneumo]

[ Because he is a) warm and b) delicious-smelling. But he will probably never tell him the latter, because he knows that will get him a lecture from Bigby. SO. ]

...I can sleep next to you?

[silvercast]

[ He scrubs a hand over his face, sighing through his nose. Why is his ship weird? After a moment, he points at Sasha. ]

No funny business.

[pneumo]

[ Because it's full of weirdos. And a giant talking wolf. And apparently, an extremely attention-starved vampire who nods quickly and holds up a hand as if to swear a vow. ]

No biting, promise♥

[silvercast]

[ God, this is so damn weird. If someone had told him he'd be spooning with a stranger, and another guy, at that, he'd have laughed in their face.

Weird times, weirder problems.

Pietro moves back to the bed, monopolizing the space he wants, because frankly, it's his bedroom. ]

This is not a regular occurrence.

[pneumo]

[ hey he is mooore than welcome to take over the bed. because Sascha's priority is Pietro himself, snuggling up all nice and cozy against his side with a happy sound as warmth already begins seeping from the mutant's body to his own. Best new crew member♥

Kitty had just phased through him when he tried. ]

So like...a once-a-week thing? [ He says while casually leaning the side of his head against any part of Pietro he can find. ]

[silvercast]

[ Oh, if only he could phase through something right now. He would do it. Jeez, this guy is cold. ]

We will discuss it [ Really, he'd like to think this won't happen again, but as soon as Sascha mentions once a weak, he groans internally. What the hell has he gotten himself into? ]

Don't you have others to steal heat from?

[pneumo]

Well... Bigby doesn't sleep at night like everyone else. [ So technically he can't go to him, but he does have others! Just...you know, new crew member. Who is letting him into cozy warm bed. How could he pass this up?? ]

[silvercast]

[ New crew member who is so weirded out by this fact, but so tired and trying to acclimate himself with all this weirdness.

He's not really a stranger to sharing a bed. Sometimes, he and his sister would share, if only to be close to one another. It's simply the idea of sharing with a stranger. ]

Doesn't he?

[pneumo]

Nope~ He's nocturnal. [ His new word for the week! He's so proud of himself. So proud he's going to snuggle right up to the crook of Pietro and close his eyes contently, yup. ]

[silvercast]

[ Sorry, Sascha, but he's going to squirm. Any closer and he'd be wearing Pietro's skin. Or it feels like it, anyway. ]

Is that so? Why not sleep during the day, then?