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wiseass $$$chnee ([personal profile] schmisse) wrote in [community profile] prismatica2019-04-12 11:17 am

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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:
cadeuces: art by <user name="overblotch" site="tumblr.com"> (my legs were weak)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2019-04-28 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )