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[ sup, tranquility. attractive blond on the network today (nothing new). dressed in a tank-top, hair pulled back in a short tail, he looks tired and a little stressed, but somehow still very.. charming?

he huffs when he realizes the feed's begun, rubbing a hand over his face. ] Okay, so I practiced this shit in the mirror, but-- [ he groans, hand dropping away, frowning a little. ] Basically, there's no amount of goddamn practice that can prepare you for outing yourself on what equates to national tv or whatever. ... Fuck. Okay. I'm not the weirdest thing on this ship, so no big deal, right?

[ he mutters something else under his breath, then sits up. ] --Look, it's like this, right? Hi. I'm Finch. I have a seriously specific diet that I'm gonna' need some help with. [ a fidget, rubbing at the nape of his neck, gaze sliding away briefly. ] .. Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this shit, this is ridiculous. I'm-- uh. Where I'm from, I'm called an incubus. I eat sex energy, and yes, fuck, I know how sleazy it sounds, you don't have to point that shit out, I live it every goddamn day. [ obviously, he's accustomed to jackasses, and will handle other jackasses accordingly.

he pauses for a moment, softening his glare carefully. ] .. Point is, I try to eat at least four times a week to keep myself from turning into what basically amounts to a monster that doesn't give a shit whether you want it or not, and there's only.. what, three-hundred people on this tub? So it's not like I can just feed and move on, you know? [ he looks a little embarrassed, mouth thinning. ] .. I need to know if there are people who'd be willing to be dinner-- regularly.

[ a pause, realizing that sounds, well, pretty negative, before brightening a little, sitting up. ] There are benefits! Seriously, I mean, I'm an incubus. I can personally guarantee it'll be the best fuck you've ever had, and a normal night's sleep should be enough to fix you, and, like, I don't even need you to be human or anything. As long as you can feel pleasure, I can figure out how to give it to you. Also, it doesn't matter how kinky you are, either, you know?

[ another pause, blowing his bangs out of his eyes, head tilting. ] .. Anyway, yeah, that's it. It'd be great if I got some volunteers like, asap. It's been three days and I'm fucking starving. [ he lifts his hand in a little wave. ] Thanks!

[ and the feed ends. y e p. ]

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I usually require something in return, but I suppose I can hardly just stand by and let anyone starve.

.. Yeah? And what would you normally want in return, in this world of tit-for-tat?

[ you can't blame him for being the slightest bit suspicious. ]

[He can't blame him, no, which is why he answers completely openly and honestly.]

Normally, I'd want money. But there's no economy here, except from some small attempts to trade, and most don't have material goods they're willing to part with. So I take favours, or stories.

[Honestly, he's curious about the potential of a new experience. But this is a new arrival, which makes him cautious himself.]

Favours or stories, huh? [ he scratches his throat thoughtfully, head tilting. ] Stories I can give, I guess, though mine usually have lots of cursing, fucking, and violence in 'em. Favors.. I dunno', maybe. We'd have to work that out.

[ he grins suddenly, sharp and a little dangerous, a little wicked. ] You know what? How about you try me out, see if you like me, and then we'll talk potential compensation. --You human?

Everything is negotiable by personal preference, of course.

[Which is pretty much agreement, even if he's the one used to giving that grin, not having it directed at him.]

Yes, one-hundred percent. [A pause.] I do have something called a neuro-implant in my brain, though, but I assume your physiology won't do any damage to that.

Naturally.

[ a slow arch of his brow, expression curious, mouth quirking a little in amusement. ] Shouldn't, no, but just in case, let's avoid the harder kinks, huh?

I can't say I'm a fan of the harder practices anyway. The really hard ones, I mean.

[Pain, he means.]

I have arrangements for tonight already, so I'm afraid the soonest I can give you is tomorrow. Have you found anyone else to tide you over?

[It's a little bizarre to be talking about this with that kind of urgency, but he's adaptable.]

No? What are you into, then? Like, really into. I mean, I'll know anyway once we meet, but it can't hurt to talk about 'em beforehand, right?

[ he laughs, head tilting a little as he considers the response his request has had. ] .. Yeah, I think I'm good for a few days, actually. We can work out details or a schedule or something later if you want.

[That gets a small laugh, surprised.]

That should be the other way around, you realise. I have a very short and quick list of the things I will not do, and then we focus on what it is you want.

[Because that is what he's really into, and why he ended up in this profession.]

A schedule would be good, yes. I can't say I'm as fully booked here as I'm used to, but I do have other clients, and other work.

Oh, honey, I'm an incubus. There is like.. literally nothing that I'm not willing to do. And for me, it's always about my partners, anyway. [ getting them off produces the energy he needs, after all. then again, he thinks between the two of them--consummate professionals--they'll sort things out. ] I think we'll play together nicely, though.

[ god, it's been a while since he could say something like that. sometimes, he wishes he was still doing the same work-- it was a lot easier most days to find his dinner. ] We can sit down over lunch or something if you like. [ he has no use for human food anymore, but he still enjoys a coffee or a dessert or something once in a while. ]

[Josias would point out that there's a difference between what you're willing to do and what you want to do, but he's just made much the same comment himself.]

Meeting in the middle is rather the point, isn't it?

I have a feeling talk of meals around you will start to take on all sorts of implications. [Or Josias will do it deliberately, considering his love of implications.] But lunch, yes, that sounds lovely.

[And will be a good way to remind him to actually have lunch, for once.]

My name's Josias, by the way. Josias St. John.

[ he smiles, the sharp, predatory expression again, lashes dipping briefly over his eyes. ] Don't let me stop you. [ he likes innuendo. occasionally, it leads to a snack. ]

.. Josias, huh? [ also an old-fashioned name. ] Nice to meet you.

It'll be nicer to meet in person, I assure you.

[Even as used to communication via tech as he is, he doesn't particularly like doing introductions over the network.]

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