Reserved at exsilium, canon is Sirens

[theomega]

A moment of your time oh wise and powerful writer. [ His sarcasm is so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. ]

I don't want to, all right? I've no interest in playing inter-stellar war games. I have better things to do than entertain your whims. Entertaining my own, for example.

No, there will be no meeting in the middle on this. Not interested. I won't be signing my name on the dotted line, and I don't care how you keep spinning it, 'helping people' isn't all that appealing either.

Even space has drunks.

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[territorial]

No. One of the "perks" seems to be I get a room all to myself. [ that only he can open via the tattoo they'll give him. minor details. ]

Cute. [ but it's said with a small grin. that soon fades, though. henry doesn't much care for ghosts. ] Spirits might be a stretch, but I'm told there were issues such as something aptly called "fear gas" and a mysterious, widespread illness. The latter sounds a bit par for the course considering how many people actually occupy the ship.

[leastfuckedup]

Lucky you. At least you get some measure of privacy. Some of us aren't so privileged. [ He doesn't get to have a hot prison tattoo, though. Not sure if that's a plus or a minus really. ]

Widespread illness and paranoia? Sounds like your average fare when you stuff too many sardines into the same can.

[territorial]

Mm. I am hoping it will help. [ but it probably won't. the time it'll take him to adjust to the other vampires on board will likely be hideous... and violent. ]

Complete with a maze to navigate in order to find the vaccine. Never a dull moment, I suppose. [ he doesn't sound too pleased with that. ]

[leastfuckedup]

I am pretty sure wishful thinking only works in the movies.

Cheer up mate, it could be worse. You could be starving. [ Look, he's trying to cheer you up! ]

[territorial]

[ he'll just... narrow his eyes. low blow, ash. ]

That's a possibility. Without a willing participant or the proper sway, I may very well be. [ if vicki doesn't come along for the ride, that is. ]

But yes, please, let's discuss my feeding habits. They're one of my favorite topics, after all. [ hey, look! we've come full circle in the realm of sarcasm. ]

[leastfuckedup]

[ He doesn't know any better okay. His mun's an ass. ]

Well someone's touchy. [ But curiosity gets the better of him. ] What do you mean by 'willing participant'. [ Complete with him making air quotes. And not flipping Henry off, honest!

Also worth noting, this is so much more amusing when he's not the one on the defensive end of things. ]

[territorial]

[ those are some appropriate keywords. but henry's classy, so he'll remain the perfect gentleman. ]

Someone willing to allow me some of their blood. [ again, gentleman. and he's not so fond of corpses. ] The side effects would be no different than those after donating blood.

[leastfuckedup]

[ ...

What.

No, okay, he probably didn't hear that right. There's some logical explanation and he'll just clear it up and everything will be good and dandy and this weirdo totally did not just suggest drinking blood. Because that's only a thing one hears about when called out to those really weird cultist emergencies or people who are off their meds...

Suddenly this conversation has taken a very different turn. ]

And what do you do with this... blood. [ Staring, Henry. Ashley is doing all of the 'you-might-be-a-crazy-person' staring. ]

[territorial]

Do as all vampires do. [ henry is so familiar with this sort of reaction that the he's more amused by it than anything else. vicki was less than accepting of it at first too. but he keeps his voice serious and brushes off that amusement for now. ]

It's a difficult thing to believe, I know, especially with the sort of hype the media has spun around it. [ it meaning supernatural lore, though henry is loathe to be lumped in to such a vague category, it's almost necessary for talks like these. ] You're welcome, however, to dismiss this as a mental case. I would understand.

Introductions might lend to a more polite way of discussing this. My name is Henry Fitzroy. May I ask yours? [ because this is totally normal, right? and yes, 'henry fitzroy' as in henry viii's bastard son. ]

[leastfuckedup]

Bollocks. [ He's just going to call it out bluntly, because even despite the whole 'go ahead and dismiss this as a mental case' thing, Ashley still has to call him out for it. Because otherwise it really just wouldn't be Ashley, now would it?

He raises an eyebrow at the other, though is otherwise pretty damn calm, as usual. ] You're delusional, mate. You should see a doctor about that.

[ Where is a cigarette when he needs one...

Reluctantly, he offers ] Ashley. Greenwick.