001 . voice

[biotictouch]

[ There's a dull noise in the background, one might be able to discern it as music being played off of an impossibly outdated device; perhaps just a low quality pair of headphones, or speaker. Either way, it's just enough in reach of the microphone on this...other device, that it picks up the last few verses. Above that sound though, clear as a bell and soft as velvet, is a slightly accented woman's voice. ]

I don't supposed I'm the only one about looking for a bit of work, so all things aside.

If anyone knows where someone with a...medical engineering set of skills could put their skills to use other than that of this Lunar Scientia...

I'd appreciate a few pointers. I'm willing to take on private expenditures as well.

Serious inquiries only. [ She remarks flatly before terminating the message.

Someone's a bit tired of being stalked. ]

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[biotictouch]

[ Her amusement grows; it seemed every time they spoke, Moira found they’d had a lot of similar ideas, similar plans, even similar colloquialisms. It would be unsettling for most anyone else, but she found it endearing given their previous banter. ]

One might think you’re a reader of minds Ardyn, as you’ve certainly read mine.

It’s my first path of interest. Cataloguing, observing, documenting the Moonblessed and their many afflictions.

Maybe even find a way to assuage them. Little inconveniences as they are.

[profanation]

Ah! [ He sounded pleasantly delighted. There was the sound of his multiple layers shifting as he sat upright, more alert. ] Well, if that's the case, I'd be quite happy to let you observe me, when I find out what my cycle there is.

[ It sounded like a proposition for something much less benign, but Ardyn hadn't meant it that way. That it still had that effect was really just an added bonus. ]

I am ever a willing subject to the whims of scientific discovery!

[ Well, sort of. ]

[biotictouch]

[ Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me? Moira would be more concerned over implications if she weren’t more interested in the potential for data analysis. Surely Lunar Scientia would have some documentation, but as for crowdsourcing, she was at the mercy of others goodwill and her own willingness to put up with..well. A bunch of uncomfortable stramgers.

She’s not going to turn down a willing subject. Ever. ]

Well here’s hoping that niether of us are indisposed once it arrives. That’s a generous offer; thank you.

Should I make for a short visit or an extended stay? I’d hate to inconvenience you.

[profanation]

Oh, that isn't the sort of thing I can suggest! We might find we need a longer stay to... ah, go over particulars? [ He chuckled, knowing now that it absolutely sounded like terrible code. ] My home is open to you for the duration of whichever moon phase affects me!

[ So three days, either way. He didn't know if she would take the offer or not -- might prefer her own, or somewhere more neutral. ]

How about I call you come the turn of the Sanguis moon, and if I'm a little furrier or scalier than normal, I can give you some co-ordinates?

[biotictouch]

I’d deeply appreciate it.

[ Oh well; context be damned. She can’t begin to care, she’ll have data to start working with. ]

Is there anything I could possibly hope to compensate you with? You’ll find I’m a terrible cook, so that’s out.

[ It’s out of reflexive politeness she offers; imposing in someone’s living space usually made them uncomfortable...the least she could think of was some kind of gift in exchange.

She also hated being indebted. ]

[profanation]

Oh, just keep me up to date on your findings, and if you jot any data down, let me read it? I'd like to keep abreast of what's being found out!

[ He really didn't need anything at present except the knowledge, after all. He didn't need to eat, so her cooking wouldn't have been in desperate demand even if it had been good. She was beautiful, but he didn't think of sex as much more than a sweetener, boosting the Chroma they could gain otherwise. And as for taking up his space... well, it wasn't like he used it much.

But people got so touchy about thinking there was nothing in it for them, as if the results of the favour were not useful enough on their own, half the time. So Ardyn audibly tutted as he thought, and then: ]

You can assist me with a Chroma boost when one is needed... and perhaps take me out for a nice glass of wine sometime.

Sounds fair?

[biotictouch]

[ Now she’s glad she settled for voice, a rusty red blush settling onto the tops of her ears, her cheeks. Intimacy has elluded her for literal years; even the briefest, casual amounts escaped her, she was married to her work. She put it out of her mind completely.

Well. As best she could. ]

Sounds entirely fair. I’m not certain I’ll publish anything, but any recorded journals are yours to review.

Thank you again, I’m sure that this will be an excellent foundation to a broader understanding of what exactly goes on here.

And a reasonable excuse to share wine and talk about work, but that’s niether here nor there.

[ Humor? From Moira? Get outta here. ]

[profanation]

Yes, it can be hard to scrounge for a reason to do just that, can't it? [ His tone was playfully teasing in response, and he was surprised at how much he was looking forward to being observed again. She could hardly be worse than his first few weeks after Angelgard -- or at least, the ones he was aware of. Somehow he doubted that he'd have to deal with Lucian assassins or gods put on ice in this instance. ]

You'll hear from me around the Sanguis moon, even if it's just to report no changes. If there's anything you need in the meantime... well, just shoot me a little message!

[ He gave a pleasant laugh. ]

Good luck finding a placement, by the by!

[biotictouch]

More like impossible. [ Her own tone takes a turn for the mirthful, and she hums, absentminded; she's thinking of something else already. ]

Looking forward to it.

And thank you. Hopefully this sets me ahead from any other potential candidates. Only time will tell.

[profanation]

Oh, it always does!

[ He waggled his fingers. It couldn't be seen over the audio feed, but the slight creak of the leather and the rustle of his fabric could, giving away that he might be doing something like that. ]

Toodle-oo for now!

[ And he hung up. ]