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[ The comms device is on for a few moments, the picture bouncing around one of the rooms like a merry go round, before it finally it settles on a messy long-haired young man. His eyes squinting at the device for a few moments. Not in confusion, more in annoyance. The camera shifts again as he lowers the camera enough to rest on surface before he’s leaning forward.]

First of all. Fuck this place. And fuck whatever bought us here.

Because while wondering around in space sounds like a fun idea. It’s less appealing in practice.

[ His voice is slow and careful, there’s almost held back humour at the whole situation. Because of course this would fucking happen to him. There’s a lull in conversation there, as if he expects someone to answer him. With no answer he continues.]

Fine. Does anyone have a beer at least? Because this shit isn't exactly the easiest to swallow.

Out of curiosity, if someone were to have a certain...affliction. Does anyone have any idea what this fun little ship would do to it?

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So this space beer is a lie? Should have known.

Maybe someone's got it but I sure haven't seen any in awhile.

So you're either not someone they want to share with or they've been lying to the newbie.

Or I got the benefits of a few other space things and had to give up beer in the process. [ a beat ] Or they're not sharing.

I feel like I want to ask about the "other space things" but you're properly not going to tell huh?

[ There's a flick of his eyebrow at that.]

Are you a nark?

[ oh pfff, that gets a major snort. ] A nark? You're serious? What would I gain from being a nark around here.

Maybe I just don't want to share. But cigarettes, wine, clothes that don't smell like you've worn them for 8 months straight. Pot's easy enough to find around here, so that doesn't really count anymore.

Just because you're in space doesn't mean you get morally loose all of a sudden. [ Not that it matters to Peter. He doesn't have many to lose. You're going to get a little whistle at that.]

Wine? Actual wine? I'm surprised you haven't been swamped with offers to be your best friend.

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I don't know, depends on what I've gotta be moral about. [ he shrugs, the topic one that's larger than he knows how to shrink for the time being. ]

You and me both. I don't even know where my roommate got it in the first place. He wouldn't fess up.

No idea. [ Because it's not like he knows Peter or the ship all that well.]

Guess you got a hell of a bunkmate then. Peter, by the way.

That's an understatement... [ a beat ] Me too. More than a few Peter's around here. Or at least there used to be.

Guess it's a popular name. That's going to get a little confusing. I'm guessing nicknaming you Nark is out of the question.

Considering I'm not one, might add to the confusion. No doubt you'll come up with something.

Such faith. So inspiring.

I gotta ask and it might as well be you. What's with the Upirs?

I do what I can.

[ .... say what. ] Upirs? Never heard the term before.

Clearly.

[ There's a pause for a moment because he's going to have to translate that.] Vampires. Upirs is the gypsy term for that. You know? The fangs and the general death smell?

[ peter has to try fairly hard not to laugh at that for a vast number of reasons, but after a second he nods in understanding. ]

Yeah, I know. But i'm pretty sure they don't all smell like death. As for our weirdly large population of them? No idea. Seems like the ship just wants them around.

[ He could have laughed. Really. Not like the situation could get any stranger.]

Oh.

Good. [ Not good.]

You sound thrilled. [ no. really. ]

As a general rule. We're meant to steer clear of them. [ He's over the moon. Really.]

Not like the you couldn't manage it most of the time. [ ish. ] Though i'm guessing with the whole... affliction thing, you've probably got a few talking to you now.

You don't get them much back home. [ He's met like...two in his whole nineteen years of life. ] I do. Yeah. [ Beat.]

I have a different affliction from them.

As far as I know we don't have any back home, but maybe I just wasn't looking hard enough. Had other things to worry about.

[ he shrugs but c'mon, that's not suspicious at all, dude. ] I kinda figured.

Yeah. I was trying to find a serial killer. [ Well. Wolf.] They tend to be pretty low key.

[ Yep. Totally not suspicious. He was just making sure the ship wasn't going to make his wolf go uber crazy.] Yeah. Just making sure.

You too, huh? One I knew was pretty good at fitting into the crowd.

[ peter's got no reason to harass the guy about it so... he's just gonna leave it be. its his business after all, not peter's to pry into. ]

The one I knew was eating people. Well. Half of people.

[ He's just going to make a vague gesture to his bottom half.]

Not pretty.

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