open log - but I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more

[staytofight]

CHARACTERS: Good ol' Garrett and you!
LOCATION: THE SHIIIIP. That's not vague at all. Starts Dec. 10th, but whenever time this week you want.
WARNINGS: He might sniff your character. Super secretly. He's also pretty good at overhearing things with his magical vampire ears, if you wanna do something like that. If your character is injured, he'll probably swivel and leave. Generally, if you have an idea for something, just let me know! Warnings for him thinking about how yummy your human character smells, I guess. /sunglasses
SUMMARY: Garrett is a curious mind. Cue him getting into people's business and trying to figure out how a big space ship actually works.



Garrett's been in and out of places around here--mainly the med bay. He's quick enough that swiping the blood packs isn't so difficult, though he's starting to notice there's not... as big a stigma against the supernatural around here. In fact, it's kinda spooky. Twilight Zone, that's what it is.

The synthetic blood isn't that great, but he's a trooper. Total trooper.

...

Okay, he takes some of the real goods, and it legitimately takes effort to peel himself away from the med bay, instead of tearing the place apart and drinking it all until sated. But he manages. He's not ingesting nearly as much blood at a time like he would back home, but he's decently fed. He still eyeballs the animals in the gardens with a thoughtful expression, because. Well. He's had animals on the mind since he went to Forks and spoke with the Denalis...

Wonder what cow tastes like?

He climbs around through the latter levels of the garden, where the jungles are. The deeper he goes, the less people are around, which is great because he just loves stretching his legs. It's as close to Earth as he could be, and anything's better than nothing. Eventually he takes a break to lay in the usual gardens, eavesdropping where he's able while he pretends to sleep. He admittedly like this particular place a lot. Nice to gather thoughts, and not too many people bump into you.

He also visits the kitchens, even if he doesn't eat or drink. Because why not? Hey, just because someone doesn't drink doesn't mean they can't visit the bar. Even if it is a wasted opportunity. He couldn't help but wonder how where they were keeping all the supplies. Did they just... have a big room full of crap, swap it out when they need more? ... And is this a space microwave or something?

Might as well visit the shuttle bay, too. Though a lot of his exploration there consists of 'what's this button doooo'? For most of his thoroughly lazy wandering, he decides to venture off into the hallways. He's really honestly hoping he runs into something dangerous and unknown, because that just sounds exciting, especially on a mystery ship like this. He'd rather know what he's dealing with here before it decides to come to him, but who knows how good his luck is in that department. Heck, not too much interesting to see... Some drawings from time to time... some creepy doors.

Wonder how much it'd take to punch through any of this.

Though he's not really discouraged, and empty hallways ain't no scary thang. He likes having a lot of places to walk, and considering he can go without food and water, he can go through the place for a few days without any trouble. What's sleep? Nothin', that's what. He barely remembers how sleep feels.

Maybe he'll run into some mystery company while he's out and about? Might smell you before you see him, though. Or maybe he'll just run into you. Whatchu' doing out in the halls Heather?

... He's really sorry if he looks like a creepy silhouette, HE'S NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE GODDAMMIT, IT'S TOTALLY THE COAT.

Not that he enjoys jump scares or anything.

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[staytofight]

"On the contrary, the man I know is a intelligent, friendly man... ff not a little too serious." He smirks a little to himself, head turning just a little, listening carefully to the movements in the other room. "I actually met someone with my face as well—particularly strange to see my face used for an entirely different type of person."

[bloodplay]

"I meant more the phenomenon in general," he says, as a slight grin establishes itself on his lips and prepares to settle in for the long winter. Brian would bet money on the fact that he and his absent doppelganger are, indeed, entirely different people, but he's got no idea how right he is. His long-fingered hands rifle expertly through the contents of the cabinet, which happens to be full of pain medication! What a coincidence that has nothing to do with someone pistol-whipping him at the beginning of the month. "Still -- good to know. It looks like we've both got a lot to live up to."

[staytofight]

"Oh, noooo, no. The guy with my face is pretty easy to live up to." Har, har. No but seriously, Garrett doesn't give a shit about living up to something. On par with the course, sorry Ned. He listens quietly, wondering just what this guy was doing here to begin with. Might as well just ask, since he seemed... 'friendly'. After a pause—(what's he to even fear? Many vampires have outed themselves on this hell ship)—he turns on his heel, appearing in the hallway.

(not that he's blocking the a route out of the room or anything

no sirree)

"Would you prefer I call you a name other than 'sameface'?"

[bloodplay]

His eyebrows rise again, if only slightly, because hey doesn't that guy look a little like that one dude he gave a towel a few months ago after a Hot Topic makeover and several months living on the streets? He most certainly does. Brian has never seen Ned, ever, so for the foreseeable future he'll operate under the impression that towel guy was the double Garrett encountered.

"I don't know, I kinda like that one." He has, at this point, got the single tablet he was looking for; it lies dormant in his palm like the boring-ass space Advil it is, waiting to be dry-swallowed. His free hand slides the cabinet shut. "Rudy just doesn't have the same ring to it."

Rudy has no ring to it at all, because it's objectively a terrible name that sounds like an IHOP platter. Still, when you really need to steal an identity from a dead man you take what you can get, and it doesn't get much more innocuous than that!

"I work here," he adds, by way of explanation. "What's your excuse?"

This is pretty obviously asked in good humor -- his stance is still casual, his tone light -- but the underlying question remains. What's a Lee Pace like you doing in a joint like this?

[staytofight]

"Rudy? Oh, that's an unfortunate name. Sounds like a bad 90's movie."

Because I'm rude as shit when I feel like it.

What? Oh, right. Topic on hand.

"No excuse to be given. I'm a wanderer at heart--can't stick around a place and not investigate every facet of it, you know. It's wasted oppurtunity for a easily bored person like me."

[bloodplay]

"As long as you're not wandering into the morgue, knock yourself out."

Brian downs the pill with no apparent offense taken, swallows, and shrugs the fuck out.

"Not that my permission means much," he continues when his throat is once again at his disposal, voice slightly wry. "Either way, you've got a lot of ground to cover... but this is probably the point where I tell you something doesn't take all that kindly to people straying off the beaten path. Unless you've already gotten that memo."

[staytofight]

"Memo received, yeah." He offers a raised brow to that. "So you get plenty of bodies through here, then? I was wondering if it's as dangerous as people make it out to be--so far, not much has actually happened."

[bloodplay]

"It's not exactly at the plenty stage yet," he allows. This is true, and one of his greatest manbaby woes. "Let's just say we get our fair share. Truth be told, while we're on the subject of bodies -- it's not the ones in here that I'd worry about."

[staytofight]

"Oh?" He tilts his head, plenty interested. "Are we still talking dead bodies, or are the ones to worry about particularly living? Because I wouldn't be surprised if undead monsters are a priority problem around here on top of everything else."

[bloodplay]

"I'm pretty sure that's not the politically correct term."

He doesn't sound unduly bothered; it seems a safe bet, after all, that someone with bright red irises probably isn't the type to take any real offense at the undead. It's also absolutely certain that Brian doesn't care either way.

"But honestly? Wish I could tell you. All I know is that one day, we had 20 cells in the morgue that wouldn't open -- and then we didn't."

[staytofight]

"It's a good thing I could care less about politics, then."

Monster's a monster, bro. He could care less if that categorizes him as one, too.

"... They simply opened by themselves?"

[bloodplay]

"Unfortunately, it was in the middle of one of our bimonthly disasters. Most of us were a little preoccupied by the shipwide power outage and masks showing up out of nowhere -- and anyone who wasn't isn't talking." His face scrunches for a second. "Come to think of it, it's been a while since I've seen the guy who found them first. He worked here too -- obviously."

He'd be inclined to agree! Tragically, cover is cover, even with dreamy vampire Lee Pace. Looking kinda concerned is also part of that cover, so he obligingly does just that.

"If you're looking for an opinion, though... no. Something opened them. The real question is whether it was from the inside or the outside."

[staytofight]

"Corpses not being corpses? I'd believe less." He shrugs and seems entirely content with that sort of thinking. "Bi-monthly disasters makes it sound like your awful luck is carefully planned--unfortunate for everyone."

He raises a brow.

"Masks, though. What purpose would those even have? Besides looking creepy."

[bloodplay]

He shrugs for about the fiftieth time in this thread, looking off to the side.

"No idea. Some people started wearing them, making Halloween cracks... I'd rather tempt fate with something a little more interesting, but that's just me. Anyway -- they showed up on the doors somewhere halfway through, then stuck around when the lights came back on."

Brian jerks a fingergun in the general morgue direction. There's a hint of something darker in his voice, but it's more the dry tone of someone for whom these incidents have become blase than any actual reflection on his real, gross personality.

"Still, you've gotta hand it to them -- they didn't leave anybody out."

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