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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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[Somewhat begrudgingly, Jack takes a sip of the coffee to find that it’s acceptable. He knows she’s looking him up and down, assessing his body condition, so he tries to hide it from her as best he can by hunching over the cup and then leaning back into the cushions, letting her settle beside him however she likes. It seems to be providing her some relief, so he’ll let her do it, even if the touch of another person is something unfamiliar to him, these days.

She says what she’s thinking, and though he’s still angry with her for posting the ad, she’s right about what he makes of Lunatia.]

No, I’m not okay with this place.

[Or with anything it expects him to do. He’s got a complicated relationship with his own bodily autonomy. After SEP, Jack hasn’t been keen to go through anything like that again, and being unwillingly changed with the waxing and waning of the moons strikes that particular sore spot. He’s done being a test subject, but it seems this planet has other plans.]

But I’ll get by.

[There’s no other choice, really.]

( Her head's on his shoulder and her chest flattens to his, half-covering him, trying not to get handsy and feel about his waist where she thinks he seems a bit soft. No analyzing, Angela. Leave him be for now and just help him with some chroma generation and soothe her nerves.

Granted, they've never sat together like this, but she's relaxed all the same on contact, for his presence and his scent and his warmth, knowing she hasn't angered him so greatly he wants nothing to do with her. He still drinks her coffee and lets her drape, doesn't deter her in any way.

After six years completely on his own, scarred up from fresh wounds likely sustained during the explosion and collapse of the Swiss Headquarters, she thinks it's a pretty big step. She won't press him an inch further. )

I know. After all you've been through, Jack— I can't even imagine. And the changes...

( There was nothing she could do for him; they'd already established as much. Just offer him this, the contact that took the edge off, and she knows he'd rather do it with... well. Anyone else, most like, but for now he knows her and she knows him, and there's the understanding that it won't go further. The fact that he won't act on whatever it is she's putting off is a relief and a balm, and she'd never give way to his bloodlust. There's an understanding in that, too.

And finally, quietly: ) I'm sorry about the post. ( No excuses, no "I don't know what came over me", no good intentions. Just a sincere apology. ) But you know I'll always be here for you. Whatever you need. I'll do everything in my power.

[He can tell she’s going to fall asleep on him, so he does his best to relax his body and be less tense of a pillow. Adjusting so that he’s comfortable and also able to continue drinking his coffee takes only a moment. It’s unfamiliar, but not bad. Given his general level of anxiety about this planet in general, however, he’s not sure he should get used to this.

But if it’s a comfort to her, then he can bear it. She offers concern and apologies, but Jack isn’t sure he really deserves them, even if he was angry.]

You really wore yourself out, huh?

[That anger is leaving him quickly, at least. He heaves a little sigh, trying to file away all his concerns for later.]

( Rest assured he can get used to Angela sitting with him and offering simple contact. Maybe it will help him get used to being around others again, accepting things like heavy hands at his shoulder and the feel of someone's lips at his cheek, which he's sure to begin earning from her not too far down the road. Little greetings to leave some chroma skittering along his nerves pleasantly, her general pleasure at just being able to see him again and spend time with him.

But right now, it begins and ends at this. Angela's weight draped along his front and the warmth of her breath at his shoulder, her hair soft against his throat, trying not to flick her ears where the one would catch him under the chin. (His stubble tickles the delicate fur of it.) He's a perfectly wonderful pillow. Her legs don't shift and she isn't uncomfortable in the least, curling right up and staying there, blanketing him in turn with her companionship and warmth.

Angela didn't realize how much she needed someone unaffected by her to wind down with until he was here. Because yes, she's exhausted, nerves keeping her going until she was faced with the opportunity to pump the brakes. Her answer is a soft hum of acknowledgement, already drifting off.

Sorry, Jack. Rest assured he does deserve her concern and her apology, just as much as he deserves the trust she gives him now, falling asleep on him. At least he knows she'll be easy to wake up if he wants to move or eventually broach his concerns with her.

Bet you never thought you'd be a soothing presence for someone again, did you? )

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