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Milliways is sometimes empty.
It never stays that way for long.
various vampires in Milliways
"To the very best of your knowledge, are the contents of this form true, transparent, and complete?"
Well.
She did kill a guy once. And her vampirism could theoretically present a problem, if she got particularly hungry in a public place. But she's noted that if she's well-fed there's no trouble, and that the manslaughter was completely unintentional and mostly her father's fault, and that she has absolutely no intention of killing anyone else.
She did kill a guy once. And her vampirism could theoretically present a problem, if she got particularly hungry in a public place. But she's noted that if she's well-fed there's no trouble, and that the manslaughter was completely unintentional and mostly her father's fault, and that she has absolutely no intention of killing anyone else.
"I don't know how a decent quality translation spell will render the name of your species, but you probably shouldn't continue to call yourself by the same words I'm using. It will set up the wrong expectations and upset people. We have procedures for feeding my species if we wind up in public housing. I'm not sure how that would be managed for you; can you tell me what you need such that it could actually be provided by a government agency in more detail?"
"Well... if I got a job at a salon or, I don't know, polishing dragons or something, I could do what I've been doing. Otherwise, there's always the 'weekly sex with someone or other' route. I've got enough self-control to keep myself from killing anyone with that, and it's not totally horrible, it's just- not my favorite thing."
"Prostitution is legal in Esmaar but it is very much not customary to hire them for people in public housing. You will definitely have to disclose the risks of having sex with you to anybody you have sex with, anyway. I don't actually know if dragon-polishing is a job or if that would be like, I don't know, brushing other people's teeth... I don't have our copy of Statute Rulings here -"
Bar provides a copy of Statute Rulings.
"Where's that nice chart..." Pause. Leekath turns to 898. "Okay." Peer peer. "I think it is in fact legal for you to not tell anybody what's going on if you get a job at a salon, but that means nobody's going to know how your job interacts directly with your feeding needs and you wouldn't be able to get special consideration against layoffs or anything if that came up..."
Bar provides a copy of Statute Rulings.
"Where's that nice chart..." Pause. Leekath turns to 898. "Okay." Peer peer. "I think it is in fact legal for you to not tell anybody what's going on if you get a job at a salon, but that means nobody's going to know how your job interacts directly with your feeding needs and you wouldn't be able to get special consideration against layoffs or anything if that came up..."
"There's no risks to the salon thing," says Sky indignantly. "It just feels really nice and you're tired for a little bit. And I wasn't talking about prostitution, just- going out and being aggressively pretty at people until one's into it. Though the disclosure might make that harder. It's not risky for that either, I have a ton of practice, but I can see where disclosure would be necessary given the theoretical risk of ripping out their souls."
"Yes, you definitely have to tell people if you're at theoretical risk of ripping out their souls, and - look, my kind of vampires are the sole existing precedent you have to work with for feeding off other people, even if you aren't drinking blood. And we always ask and everybody knows exactly what we're doing. Even making people tired or making them feel nicer than they normally would while receiving salon services is slightly iffy. I think you're within legal parameters about it but that's not saying terribly much."
"Sorry. I'm just- used to working outside the law, in a lot of ways it's more convenient that way. But it's better to be doing it... right, I think."
"Right. If nothing else Esmaar has very good law enforcement. Nothing you put down here would let you get around it, so whatever you're used to, you need to become used to obeying Esmaarlan law if you want to live there."
"Yeah. I think I'll- let it be known, then, I don't know if somebody could detect it or something and I wouldn't want to be caught out about it. And if that makes people too worried to let me at their hair I'll, I don't know, find a boyfriend or something. Or trawl the local college for guys sexually frustrated enough to ignore my draining their spirit energy. That's a classic."
"I mean, you won't be competing with a lot of other members of your species for access to people who'd be interested, you just may have an initial marketing problem and I'm not sure the government will be able to be responsible for it from the get-go," says Leekath. "That's the only serious wrinkle I see. You still would prefer to immigrate rather than go home, given it?"
"Huh. I guess it's a marketable skill, in a way. Yes, I'd like to get out of my horrible permanent war zone of a world."
"Okay. We'll see if the door will cooperate with the plan. I can sign these, I've got the licence for it, but obviously you can't immigrate if you can't physically enter Esmaar, so they won't take de facto effect right away." Leekath signs the papers in a few places. "You'll still probably have to do this all over again but this will get you as far as the office that's supposed to handle the thing."
"I don't mind doing it over. Thank you, so much. Do you want to, um, stay in contact, when I get to Esmaar? I mean, we don't know each other very well, but- I'm not really going to know anyone."
"I don't mind. I'll probably also put you in touch with one of my old teachers, she's from offworld too and likes helping people to an almost pathological degree."