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Who: Everyone messed up by the dragon plot, and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Blue Fish's clinic!
When: All throughout the Solrius dragon plot and through the space flight to the next destination.

[So several RPG characters, a dragon, and two messianic figures walk into a planet.

Everything is suffering and tears, there's a lot of dead people, there's no punchline. But, hey, for the survivors, the Blue Fish's clinic is treating wounds and generally being a decent place to rest and recover and pray you don't see a dragon again. And for those who weren't involved, there's enough people bedridden here that there may just be someone you want to visit.]

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[She takes that completely in stride.]

You are not the first I have met who could do so. It isn't a bad thing.

No, but... [He hesitates.] When you say you're unfamiliar, how unfamiliar are we talking?

Well... I did once encounter Mal in bat form. But that's about as much as I know of her abilities.

You didn't have vampire legends or anything? Not even uh, any of those holodramas?

Oh of course there are - there are holonovels of just about everything - but it isn't a genre I really ever got into.

Ah. [He sighs, his shoulders drooping significantly.] Well, uh, vampires drink blood.

Usually human blood, but I'm... I don't do that.

She was the same way... Instead she -

[Beverly's eyes widen with realization. She points at him.]

That's why you drink so much tea, isn't it? It's your replacement!

Um, yeah. [He lets out a nervous (and partially grateful) laugh. Good, he doesn't have to dwell on that right now.] That obvious?

Only because I'd seen it before. And you must be the one taking blood pills too, right?

Right. Unless we've landed somewhere, and then I'll munch on the wildlife.

[He furrows his brow. He knows he didn't mention it to her, so someone else must've. Allen, probably?]

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[She nods. Nothing she needs to worry about right now then as far as his physical well-being goes. But she sees that little frown.]

Is something wrong?

Not really? It's just - I wasn't the one who told you about blood pills, right?

[He taps his chin, his expression turning more thoughtful.] It's not a huge secret or anything, but they're not common knowledge either.

[She shakes her head, her expression darkening.]

Sascha convinced one of his crewmates that he was starving and they came to me for help. So I asked Allen about it, given that he knows more about these sorts of things than I do, only to find out that Sascha had already tried to get at the blood in the blood bank and Allen had already told him about the blood pills.

Figures. [He doesn't know what he expected, but that. That does sound like Sascha.] I swear, sometimes that guy is such an idiot.

[She huffs.]

That's perhaps putting it too nicely.

Did he give you trouble too? [He sighs.] I'm sorry. I wish I were more surprised.

[Her sigh echoes his and she frowns, debating for a moment whether or not to tell him what happened. When she does decide to speak, her voice is quiet, but hard. She balls her hands into fists.]

When Winter's augment malfunctioned and all those people were hurt... Sascha was on the Iskaulit, drinking the spilled blood even as people still lay there injured, even as I was trying to tend to them.

[Though it admittedly still makes her uncomfortable, it is one thing for Ramse to have offered his blood to Sascha. It is entirely another when Wrath was unable to give any consent to that.]

[His stomach sinks even further. So when he encountered Sascha, that wasn't the first time that guy was trying to "dumpster dive"...]

I saw him there too. [Stefan's voice grows quiet,] It was Ramadan, you know, and I was fasting that whole day. But that bastard just kept waving it in my face, like he was - like he was some entitled brat.

I barely kept my fast, Y'Allah forgive me, but he shouldn't have - he's older than me. He should've known better.

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He came back!? [Beverly slams her fist on her desk as she stands up, furious.] And to think I almost let her guilt trip me-

[But she looks down at Stefan and her expression softens.]

I'm so sorry. I can't even begin to imagine what that must have been like.

[Well, now he just feels like a kid tattling on his classmate. Stefan raises his eyebrows in silent judgment.]

It's okay. I can't say I ever want to see him again, but... [He swallows.] This won't be the first or last time I'll have to stand my ground.

[Judge away, Stefan. She's not in the least embarrassed about her reaction.]

No, I suppose not. Still... You don't have to worry about him here at least. He is not allowed anywhere near our lab.

[Stefan lets out a sigh of relief.]

Praise be to Allah. If he likes blood that much, he can figure that out with someone more willing. Or, you know, actually swallow those pills.

[She snorts, skeptical.] I doubt he will do the latter. But if someone is willing to donate... That's their decision. But I don't want to deal with him.

Me either. If he were actually a vampire, it'd be one thing, but Sam said he was a "Sheol."

[Stefan's relief only grows more visible.]

Which, thankfully, means that he's outta my jurisdiction.

[Beverly's eyebrows go up.]

Are you telling me he doesn't even have to have blood? Or is that something Sheols need too?