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[manic_vyv]

Vyvyan is in the main bar, eating his housemate's sociology text book.

He also has a new sign.

'BARGINS!
50p for me to move to the next booth away.
£1 for three booths away!

Spechil offer!
£5 for Vyvyan insorance - show a vallid card, and I will go away on demand! Also I will not give you flees.

Cards vallid for one month after purchiss'

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[thats_not_data]

Lore glances at the sign as he is walking by (he doesn't bother to glance at the person, as he rarely does).

And he stops.

And reads it again.

And finally gives its owner a good, long look.

"What's this all about?" he asks, pointing.

[manic_vyv]

"Weeeelll." Vyvyan says. "The other day, a pig paid me two pounds fifty to go away. So I thought I'd try and earn a bit of money."

He scratches his head until a flea drops off, squashes it, and puts it on the table.

"Would you like the full service?"

[thats_not_data]

"Sorry, I don't have any money," Lore replies. He doesn't sound very sorry, though.

He takes note of the flea but feels it's worth asking, "People pay you to get lost? What exactly do you do that makes them find you so repellent?"

[manic_vyv]

"Well apparently it's the smell." Vyvyan says. "But I reckon there's a lot of social prejudice too. I don' care much, so long as I get a bit of money out of it."

[thats_not_data]

"Social prejudice," Lore repeats dryly, raising an eyebrow. "If you ask me, I think the smell might be enough by itself."

It doesn't bother Lore, of course, but he can smell it, and human senses are so delicate and easily offended after all.

[manic_vyv]

"I can't help the smell." Vyvyan says. "Even if I wash, soon as I go through a doorway, it comes back."

[thats_not_data]

"Huh?" Lore doesn't see the connection. And it annoys him when he doesn't understand something. "How would walking through a door make the smell come back?"

[manic_vyv]

"I sort of reset." Vyvyan says. "Every time I change scene."

[thats_not_data]

"What are you, a hologram?"

Lore's convinced this person is pulling his leg.

[manic_vyv]

"Nope. I'm a Young One." Vyvyan says.

"And a medical student."

[thats_not_data]

"'Young One'?"

Lore can't even believe he's bothering to ask, but he might as well: "Never heard of it. What is it?"

[manic_vyv]

"One of us." Vyvyan says.

He doesn't know either. But he's been here long enough to recognise that he's probably not baseline human.

[thats_not_data]

Lore makes a little "hm" noise, and gives him another long look, but drops the subject.

There's a pause.

"Were you eating that book?" he asks.

[manic_vyv]

Vyvyan rips off a page and eats it.

"Yeah. Not much to eat at home."

[thats_not_data]

"You can't just order something from that overgrown replicator over there?" Lore asks, gesturing towards the Bar.

[manic_vyv]

"Haven't got any money." Vyvyan says. "I'd sell myself for sex, but nobody would pay."