video | evening | day 14

[dreamforger]

[ On video, he's an angular boy with sharp features, a wicked mouth and big, dark eyes. He's slender in a way that says malnourished, if you know the look. He's twitchy, fingers beating an idle tempo on the thigh of his jeans. White-rimmed sunglasses are perched on the bridge of his nose, and there's a gold hoop earring in his left ear. A matching chain hangs against his skin, as he seems to have misplaced his shirt. ]

Hey there, Void Stars. Haven't really met most of you, so thought I'd try this out.

Name's Kavinsky. Feel free to just say hello, or you gimme a story about the weirdest shit you've come across. Either on this magic space train, or back where you come from. I'm easy. [ He grins like he can't help himself. ]

Nice guy that I am, I wanted to make you all an offer: tell me if you need something and I'll see what I can do to help you out. Goodness of my heart. Yeah, I know there's all the voting and points and shit. But I figure sometimes you end up in a pinch and you can't wait until the next station. Or maybe you just really need a cigarette, a tee-shirt with the name of that band you liked, magic in a bottle, or something weirder -- I don't judge, hand on heart.

But it's what I was good at back home. The story was that I could get anything. As for how true that is- well. Ask and find out. I had an art for forgery too, but I'm guessing that's not much in demand here. Although if you do need a fake ID, passport, or a diploma from a school you didn't actually finish-- you can hit me up for that, too.

This doesn't exactly seem like a place with a thriving black market scene, but I figure there's gotta be some unmet needs. I don't even ask for much in return. Offer what it's worth to you, what you can. Though, if anyone knows how to cook and has a request, I could use the sort of dinner you use to impress someone. This place runs a bit short on my usual date ideas.

[ Is this a bad idea? Probably. But that's never stopped him before. And yes, he knows Ronan is going to see this too, given the impish way that he winks. ]

Comments

voice;

[stabgremlin]

I think most people here hear goodness of my heart and think strings attached. Could just be me being a cynic though.

[The information gets filed away anyway though, which is probably obvious enough from the fact that he's responded at all.]

I'm pretty good in the kitchen though, so I'd be willing to lend a hand.

[...]

And by that I indeed mean impress someone good and not just decent.

[dreamforger]

No strings. I mean I'm not doing it for free, but I was up-front about that, and I'm pretty flexible in what trades I'll take.

But sure, it's not really the goodness of my heart. Social currency, right? Back home that meant I got invites to all the parties. But reputation is better than screwing people, if you're smart.

[And in a place like this, it was particularly practical. He was used to having a cluster of boys that cared about his survival. Sure, there was Lynch, but he didn't want to have it all on his shoulders, either.

Most people made friends. Kavinsky made connections, made himself valuable- or that was the attempt, at least.]

Yeah? Well, that'd definitely be worth something. You got something in mind?

[stabgremlin]

Still seems like it's giving up a lot for a little. But you're right, of course. Reputation is indeed better than screwing people.

[Especially in such a small place, which he leaves unsaid. Aden's usually pretty good at screwing people over- comes with the sort of work he does- but well.

He's been playing pretty nice too.

It's not in his nature, but he's been making an effort.]

I enjoy cooking so... Goodness of my heart?

[That was a joke. He just has to figure out what it's worth.] If it was something in mind for what sort of dinner, then I have to say that I imagined you'd want to have a chat about the menu first.

Voice

[flameinthedarkness]

[Yeah, Idia knows the type of person Ronan is the instant he hears this video. He knows nothing comes without a cost, often higher than the person buying realizes it is. He's really to dismiss it and ignore it.

Until the mention of getting a specific band shirt.

...could he really? Could he? It seemed too good to be true, even with a hidden cost behind it. How could he even get it?! But... you know what, Idia knows better then to ask the 'how' behind such items. It's better not to know.

But he has to ask, he's too curious, his soft and hushed tone coming over the com,] When you say band shirt, are you meaning you will make a shirt with their name or logo on it, or you would be able to get an actual shirt from them somehow?

voice.

[likeyouknow]

( the voice that answers him is bright and cheerful, with a small inflection that makes it very clear she's from a fantasy world. is it british? probably, given pop culture's obsession with the brits and high fantasy. )

The weirdest thing to have seen? ( hmm. pahja's idea of 'weird' is pretty skewed but-- ) A bipedal, large, talking catfish would do, would it not?

Though I am not certain I need anything beyond a change of clothes more akin to what I am used to wearing, rather than this hooded jacket.