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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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What are you trying to do, Angela?

I don't need you breaking into my apartment again because you won't let anyone touch you.
A hug isn't going to kill you, Jack.
As much as I won't mind helping you here, and would in fact love to do so, what I can offer you may not always be enough.
You need more.
I'll be worrying myself sick every moment of every day otherwise.

( She will hug him and hold his hands and kiss his big ol' forehead as much as he'll let her to help keep him afloat, but they all well know by now that isn't always going to cut it, and she's not exactly equipped properly. )

I don't need you out here trying to find someone to hold my hand. I can take care of myself.

[And also not do any of this, ever,]

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Right.
And have you?
Besides me.

I'm not playing their game.

[This is still a kidnapping! He hasn't forgotten!!!]

I don't believe most games include sweeping passerby onto alien moons, but if you're going to be stubborn about this...
You know where to find me, at the very least.

( For when your dumbass needs to buy things like food and clean clothes.

Is that... dejection? Did you make the happy-go-lucky, overly-affectionate deer lady... sad??? Jack???? )

And how do you know all this isn't just a distraction? Make us complacent?

[NO U DONT GET TO POST THIS AND RUN AWAY]

I think there are far more convenient ways to distract us or make us complacent instead of occasionally turning us into animals and wanting us to be tactile with one another for energy.
If all they ask of us here is to take care of ourselves and all that requires is curling up with someone now and then, I'm not exactly difficult to convince.

( W A T C H H E R. )

It doesn't have to make sense to us. They're aliens. Don't get caught up in it.

They're very humanoid and have many of the same markers of our culture from some decades ago.
Where are you?

I can meet you somewhere, if that's what you want.

Why don't you come by?
I don't know that I should leave the apartment like this.

( "Like this" being "putting off crazy amounts of pheromones" apparently, but she doesn't think it will be an issue with Jack. (Obviously.) Her self-imposed quarantine isn't going to hold very long, but she's trying.

More importantly, she wants to see him. (And hug him. Stubborn!!) )

Like what?

[WHAT HAVE YOU DONE....aside from all the other things that you've done]

( WOW FIRST OF ALL, )

Ah... No one has quite been themselves around me.I think I'm giving something off. I've been so—

( Like, really though, poor Jesse for having to live with her through all this. )

—It shouldn't matter. Not for you.

( There is no kind way to say "everyone's poppin semis just being around me" but she thinks Jack will be fine. )

[He sort of gets what she's dancing around, and perhaps the roll of his eyes is evident in his text message.]

Sounds like you should see a doctor.

That is sound advice, Jack.
Thank you for that.
I'll give them a call right now.

( Ring ring, ring ring, this is your device ringing with ANGELA ZIEGLER scrolling by the caller ID thing. Pick up the phone. )

Are you coming over or not?

( She sounds tired, if nothing else. And she'll leave a message if he ignores her call with just that!!! )

[No he won't pick up the phone, but he will come over. HE GUESSES. Did you think he was going to knock on the door like a normal person? Absolutely not. He's breaking in through the window, again, but this time with much less falling over.

Hopefully.]

( oh my GOD... JACK!!!!

At least the windows are open to help air out the apartment so it isn't as cloyingly sweet, which means it's cold inside and she's bundled up, all her spots tucked away save the ones across her cheekbones, both ears flicking up with interest and one immediately lowering back down.

A moment later, they're both flattened back. As if she needed the help looking worried. She's always managed it just fine before with the pinch of her brows and doe eyes that needed no changes from the moon. That dumb little tail is still straight up and alert, not that he'll really see it yet. At least she isn't surprised this time when she hears the heavy boots landing on the floor and she peeks around the corner to find him there. )

Hey, Jack.

( There is no doubting, however, that she is definitely hanging back from him. Cautious and waiting to see what happens, no matter how badly her insides flutter with the proximity of another person. More importantly, the thought of that rush of chroma if he were to indeed let her slip her arms around him and hug him for a bit. )

How are you?

[Jack, for his part, sees absolutely nothing wrong with this--for all he knows, there are cameras at entrances and exits, and though coming and going through the window might not prevent all surveillance, it will certainly present some. If he's at all apologetic, it's hidden behind his visor.

Because, of course, he's wearing all of his tactical gear as he stands in the middle of the room and Angela comes to meet him.

Her appearance gives him pause, and the tilt of his head indicates that he's looking her up and down.]

Seems like I should be asking you that question.

( Maybe explain that to her as the reason you keep coming in through her window then and she'll move things out of the way!! Geez...

And all the gear to boot. He's impossible. But she watches him look her up and down even through the visor, and she looks appropriately sheepish as her ears flick where they've flattened back, shy, because he has much the eye for people she does, if only sometimes. She can never gauge when he'll see right through her or when he'll remain obtuse. She'll let the blanket fall from her shoulders and fold it to rest over one arm, letting him have a proper look at... well, all of her. She's only wearing a sweater that reaches to mid-thigh and splits down the back, so he'll be able to see the spots at her shoulder(s, one is still covered), her tail, and the way those spots taper up from the small of her back and peek out from under the hem of the sweater, down her flanks.

She turns away to set the blanket over the arm of the sofa and then she steps a little closer to him, still seeming to dread what might happen. )

I'm all right. The physical changes aren't anything I can't handle. Can I get you a cup of coffee?

[It's clear that Jack still sees nothing wrong with walking around in all of his gear--he prefers it, at this point. His identity might not be a secret anymore, but he can still keep his face and therefore his expressions hidden. The less people are able to glean from him, the better, even if those people are arguably the ones who know him best.

Keeping the attention on Angela is not difficult, at least, though at least superficially she seems to have gotten off easy. Is that a tail?]

Only if you're already making it.

[He doesn't want to impose.

( There's plenty wrong with it, but she understands it. It gave him more protection from the over-affectionate in the city (like her, right now), and it's been his only security for six years.

It doesn't stop her from easing her approach, closer and closer, until she's reaching for his hand with enough time for him to look down and draw away from her. If not, she's going to slip her fingertips under his sleeve to curl there, flats of her fingers against his bare wrist. Any little contact she can give him for that sparkle of chroma; she's sure he needs it, and she worries. Very, very much at the moment. She'll use it to draw him toward the kitchen if he lets her.

Yes, it is a tail. And spots down her back, visible with the V-split of her sweater baring her down to mid-back, sure to go further if the way they emerge out the hem at mid-thigh is any indication. )

I am.

( She's not. They're single serve and she doesn't need the extra nerves or edge right now, but he won't know that until she's already made him a cup and she never puts in another pod for the second mug she'll pull down to trick him. She'll draw her touch back as she pads beyond the little breakfast bar and reaches up to get those two cups down, then she's going to pop one of the pods into the machine and places the mug underneath to hit the button.

It's noisy, but that's just espresso makers for you. It thrums behind her as she turns back, counter between them. )

Has anything changed...? Since you've come inside. Someone's described this as— as a heat. I don't know how true that is, but I worry about the chemical output regardless.

I don’t feel any different, if that’s what you mean.

[She’d sort of hinted at that, in a roundabout way. He’s not sure he’s comfortable with the use of the word heat, like she’s an animal, but since he’s not feeling what she is, he’ll let her describe it however she likes. He watches her carefully as she moves to the espresso maker, noting that it’s definitely single-serve, and raising his eyebrow a little.

He’ll let it slide for now.]

I guess the different moons do different things.

[Jack had been hyper-aggressive. This is something else entirely.]

( She doesn't like it either, but it seems to be about the best description. "I'm intensely aroused and seem to be making others aroused" is a bit... you know. But his reassurance has her relaxing, further still that he doesn't seem to be bothered by her fingers curling in his sleeve.

The coffee brews up behind her, and she's stepping back into his space with her fingertips ginger at his waist, testing, before circling him entirely. He probably won't like it, but she's sighing her relief and slumping against him immediately, brow to the tough armor over his chest. The flattened ears relax and droop, tail flicking in idle contentment. )

That's good— I'm really glad. ( ...are the words she chooses, but in the tone she would usually say "I'm sorry, Jack". It seems to be the underlying meaning. ) Just... a minute. If I may.

( Knowing what she knows makes this easier. And that he knows her, as well, sets her mind at ease. This will be alright. Neither will expect anything of the other. Her fingertips curl down under the armor and under his shirt, flats of her fingers against the small of his back, and the relief nearly turns her to jello. Truly, she's sorry for this. )

[She gets closer and for a moment Jack looks like he's going to bolt. He's spurned most physical contact in the years following Overwatch's collapse, for obvious reasons, and though he knows of course that this is Angela, Jack's hindbrain reacts to the approach as if pain is coming.]

What are you--

[She's hugging him. Of course she is, and Jack isn't quite sure how to react. He raises his arms a little but doesn't return the gesture, hands hovering awkwardly. He'd known Angela to be affectionate, sure, but this is a little much.]

You all right?

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time for die

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