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[ What does one do after the Cordis cycle, after a tiring few days? Stay in bed and... post because she has nothing better to do. She will be judging everyone. ]

Out of curiosity, how many of you are looking for moonlacing partners? I mean, you could probably just ask a friend or something, but for the more available, what do you have to offer that makes you stand out from the others who are looking for partners?

Show a picture of yourself and what you're looking for. I'll provide a sample.

NAME Reyvenne
AGE 53
LOOKING FOR I need a lot of money. A LOT. I'm a bandit but I don't want to live a life of crime here so I'm going to need to moonlace with at least 30 people a month. 
OFFERING What. You don't think I'm hot?

((Feel free to advertise your chars or someone else!! Here's the code:

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( Honestly, she practically expects him to, so she's relieved and a touch surprised when she manages to land a touch on him and she gets her arms about him. In her defense, she had warned him, and spoke of hugs repeatedly. The hold she has on him is impossibly gentle and he'd be able to break out of it with barely a turn of the heel, but he doesn't. Her eyes squeeze shut where he can't quite see her face, turned down against his chest, and he's asking if she's all right for the second time, and this one prompts a more honest reply.

It could almost be funny, having the tables turned like this. Her only answer at first is the way she shakes her head no, brow rubbing over his armor. No, she's not particularly, but this is helping. It's not perfect, it's not the release her body's screaming for, but it does much to quiet that desire. Jack's strong-willed; she doesn't think he'd ever relent to something like this. She's not nearly so tough.

The chroma feels stronger than she's used to. Perhaps because it meant something special, just being able to hold onto him in particular. It's a considerable balm to her. Then finally her voice slips out of her quietly, barely even breathed. )

I feel like I'm burning up without this.

( Without contact. She just wants to rest for a change. Originally, this had started out as a way to help Jack. Somewhere along the way that turned into a selfish need of her own— somewhere around "Jack steps in through the window and is close enough to hug", so thankfully it's a very recent and temporary change.

But she also isn't wrong. He could use another hug, after their "reunion". She doubts he's finding any comfort for himself here, platonic or otherwise. )

[HMMMMM--but also she's fiddling with her fingers at this being called a date.] Yes it is! And I am looking forward to it.

[Meanwhile, she took a while to reply because SO THAT'S WHY. THIS IS WHY. On one hand, he's honest. On the other hand, he's the type who many consider a dog! A well mannered, handsome and charming dog! Then there is a moment where she looks at her own chest and curses that her own skinniness means she only has an average bust. Look, it's perky!

She crosses her arms. Also, no comment on age considering it's all weird for her.]

That's interesting, I suppose!

We met during the investigation of my dad's murder. After that, I went to live with my mom's relatives, far away. I didn't see him again until I decided to go look for them and find the woman who killed my dad.

Maybe some of them haven't.

Or they just don't care.

Whenever you like. ;)

[He still stands there like he doesn't know what he's doing--even before the fall of Overwatch, military formality was sort of ingrained in his system, making physical contact to this degree something of a rarity. 76 will certainly stay like this if it means it helps her out, but he's entirely awkward about it, even as she feels some measure of relief.]

Should I take the gear off? Does that help?

[It can't be comfortable, nuzzling up against body armor. He hasn't even removed his mask. Still, he hasn't forgotten what he came here for. He's still got half a mind to chastise her for putting his information on the network.]

Did the moon make you post that ad for me, too?

( Angela's aware of that, too, and it only swells during the moon— her worry and her protectiveness, the desire to want to ensure others are taken care of and safe and loved, that they're happy... She worries for Jack the most even on her best days, here, because he's the one rejecting the place they're in so entirely.

He's letting her cling onto him while Jesse's out and resting, away from her, and before she gives into the urges and does something ridiculous ~~like a booty call~~. She doesn't want to burden others. Right now, she's well aware she's burdening Jack with herself.

He asks if taking his gear off would help and it gets the quietest sound of acknowledgement before the coffee maker's beeping that it's finished and her ears flick, spine going rigid and tail straight up, and it's what she needed to extricate herself from him. To go and get his coffee. )

It would, if you... if you don't mind. Staying for a bit. Let me get your coffee.

( It would give him time to undo some latches and scope out the place if he wants, and she opens the machine to drop the pod before putting her cup back under it. Just brew up some hot water and drop in a tea bag, not that a cup of chamomile is going to do anything for her. When he mentions the ad and she's turning back with two mugs in hand, her ears flatten back and she has the decency to look ashamed with herself, or at least embarrassed.

Look. There was no one here to take the phone away from her. )

You... were not the only one I posted for, let's say. Something about this is making me worry about others and I realize I've overstepped bounds in trying to help— you know I'm not...

( She doesn't finish the sentence, but he knows. "She's not that bad." She does still have some issues of caring too much or occasionally pestering, but nothing to the point of all this. That is something that hasn't changed about her (willingly). She is usually so good about respecting another's comfort levels and won't push or pry too hard. She has no real explanation for while she suddenly pushed beyond that degree of respect and common sense. She just did, with good intentions perhaps, but still something she never wished to inflict on anyone. She'll tip her chin for him to sit on the sofa before offering him his coffee. )

gotcha! then we just gotta pick a time and stuff to do it, especially if you don't know what you're really into yet

_{[As much as he's nervous about relaxing this much with someone he barely knew (and frankly even feared) from the Organization days, it's still important that it go as smoothly as possible.

He doubts going ham and picking up the flashiest movies would be a good idea, so letting Xemnas take the reins on that bit might be better. And, well, even a little fun to see what he picks out.]}

my place or yours?

They should.

[If Xemnas had the capacity to be nervous, he might've been similarly so. As it is, for all that he is very distinctly out of his depth, he's largely unconcerned about the matter. Or at least, the part of it that involves more casual meet-ups than had ever been officially customary among the Organization at least.]

Mine.

[It's offered immediately and unequivocally. It will likely mean that Xigbar is at least tangentially involved, but Xemnas doubts that will hurt any in the long run. More importantly, it allows him to have some control over the situation and right now that is far more important than the possibility that having a third person involved will make things more awkward.]

I have nothing else that requires my attention today, if that would be convenient for you?

[ Confident and enthusiastic. Welp. ]

Alright.

((ooc: i'm good to rp it out here! if you'd prefer to move it to a catch-all log, though, that's obviously chill.))

All of it? So are you all living on boats?

I suppose it really isn't that different. It is strange to think on though, because when I lived, we thought of the space above our world as Aether.

[He's not entirely oblivious to the implications of what he said, though it was also meant innocently enough.] Just let me know the time.

[Well that sure is a long reaction, but he's just going to not think about what that might mean, because sometimes there is no discretion in this man.

And to be fair, as a Heroic Spirit, age is also a very weird thing for him and older woman becomes more of a... personality type when it comes to definitions.]

Do you have a type? Or any preferences in that area?

oh yes! galahad!
she is enamored by all of you

i hope that is the last time you do something like that gawain
you should think of your safety too

i had heard many stories of him as a child by my teacher's knee
was he ever truly a dragon?
or was that a bedtime story told by my teacher to ensure i went to bed early

_{[Thank goodness, that means Demyx doesn't have to clean and try to make his place look presentable. Not to mention he's mildly curious about what his place looks like. Is it empty like the Castle? Or is there some actual decor?

...Okay, mildly doesn't cut it. He really wants to know now.]}

10-4! its a da|

_[Wait.]

its a deal (･ω<)☆

lemme know whenever you're feeling up for it and i can drop by before it gets dark. i'll even buy whatever grub we get hungry for, okay?

_{[It'll still leave Xemnas in control, but he doesn't mind too terribly - making decisions never has been Demyx's strongest suit.]}

Of course, he is. But it doesn't mitigate his strengths, no matter how few and far between they are. Why are you so interested in learning of them? Don't you have any pesky comrades of your own?

Yes, Demyx. Maybe I'll bother to remember it later.

[ Granted he's actually good at keeping track of new faces. He just doesn't want this guy to get any ideas that he likes him. ]

Oh I imagine it is.

Space is just emptiness filled with occasional bright spots. It's the most dangerous place in the entire universe, but it's also 99.9% of the universe.

To answer your question, no. We travel on something similar to boats, but we live on planets.

( It's not at all a response she had expected, but it does pierce through the strange affectionate-protective haze she's been operating from, the texts mild enough without the emotion behind them, but the anger in the video response leaving her ears flattened to her skull and eyes wide, dropping the device from her hands.

Angela doesn't— can't reply. All in a rush she feels terribly for what she's done, hyperaware she's overstepped boundaries she would usually never dare to cross, and all she can do is sit with her legs drawn up on her sofa with her head in her hands for a long while, thinking over whatever foolish thing it is she's done to multiple people.

The beginnings of her apologies appear in the Groves some days later when the purple moon has left the sky, a picnic basket with foods well-packaged inside that keep well, no note included. Cured meats and cheeses and fruit. Considering the quality of what's inside and any lingering sense of smell of Angela Gwen likely already knew, she can probably hazard a guess where it came from. The second one does contain a brief apology penned on a card and her address.

Then: "When you're ready." If she wanted to come speak to her, yell at her, or simply return empty picnic baskets and tell her to never speak to her again. )

I see. I guess my moon was Iris, then. Thank you so much for telling me, Tarrlok. You've been an amazing help! I'm Fish, by the way. I'm interested in sharing bath products, and having a casual fun time ;)

I'm not so good at finding my way around, but I'll do my best! I'd appreciate the directions.

[Fortunately, this discussion is happening in tandem with what Hakuno's told him, so he can put together the gist.]

And you do this because you want to, right?

Then get out there and make friends! Make your future self proud!

Vanity runs rampant in any universe, I guess.

Right. Not so fond of that. It's a frustrating situation, but I'm trying to keep a charitable mind.

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