Thread: Dream at My Doorstep (Sigr and Octo P)

Tsoka had had enough that evening of his work load. It was easy enough to get all of his clients attend to, to fix their websites and refine their programming, to give them advice on how to market themselves, but like always there came a lull in the night where he found himself bored. The world had changed so much in his time of being alive and there was in his opinion, no better time to be a vampire than this. With the internet, there was no real need to leave one's home, especially when the dark dealings of the world had only become more covert with the growth of technology. He had a supplier for blood at a local hospital, a few hackers that could make certain his identity was never discovered, and friendships with other vampires that he'd never even seen in person. He had gotten used to this life style, and when his body did not age or wilt, there was no reason for him to do regular human activities like exercising, grocery shopping, or socializing. He had been turned at the age of 28, and for the last two hundred years he had been 28, lean and well muscled, pale, with hair that was long and brown and eyes that were an alluring shade of green. He had attempted to cut his hair a few years back-- it wasn't in fashion anymore for men to have such long hair, but it had grown back instantly and he'd realized that changing was futile. That's when he'd really started to shut himself away from the world, and rely entirely on his access to the internet. After all, even though humans had long lost their instincts for hunting or survival, they still had a keen tingle for when a predator was near, and with his long hair and pale skin, he had always felt he drew too much attention. A man had even joking suggested he was a vampire one evening when he'd bothered to venture out on the town, and that had put him completely on edge. The job he'd taken on also aided in him never having to leave his disheveled apartment, and he preferred that way, at least, most of the time. When he grew bored like this, there was little to quell his boredom, even with the world at his fingertips. He opened his email again and frowned as a foreign address had sent him an email proclaiming 'try our new product!' in bold letters. He had made his email address impervious to junk mail, so upon clicking it he was relieved to see it was a client asking him to sample their new website. No problem, he supposed, even though he didn't feel like doing work any longer. He couldn't deny that when these requests came along he was always curious-- he'd reviewed and modified pages for everything from online Dungeons and Dragons forums to online sex shops. This would be no different, he supposed, and as he clicked on it and was taken to a strange, strikingly pink web page, he frowned. Definitely curious. There were two buttons at first on the side of a large, curved edge box, where he guessed an image was meant to appear. In the two option buttons were a male symbol and a female symbol. Was this some sort of dating simulator? He clicked the male symbol, given that he was a man but he also preferred men, and next there came a variety of options for skin color. He frowned, but indulged in the process. Olive skin. Hazel eyes. Blond hair. Full lips. Tall, taller than him at least. Lean. Friendly, charismatic. Out going. Tsoka's eyes widened at some of the options available to him, how loyal should he be? Loyal, Tsoka supposed, but it was okay if he was flirty. Talents? Tsoka always thought that guys who could surf were cool, so he chose that, as well as cooking. He enjoyed human food, even though he rarely indulged in it. Good qualities? Tsoka considered all of the options, and supposed he valued most hard working, intelligent, and despite himself he selected optimistic. He went through the rest of the simulation, and by the time he was done, an avatar of the man he'd made up was perfectly rendered. Very handsome, smiling brightly. Tsoka sighed, and submitted the 'profile'. A large, obnoxious heart appeared across his screen proclaiming 'He's On His Way!' with budding heart emojis blossoming all around the text. He's on his way? What on earth did that mean? Tsoka closed the page and sent his client an email back, explaining that it ran smoothly and he was sure other clients would appreciate the variety of options. He mentioned that the ending page was strange though, and sent the email before moving to get up and head for bed. He figured if he couldn't think of anything interesting to do, he might as well sleep, so he laid out on his bed and sighed, curling his arms around his pillow and for a moment indulging in imagining the man he'd made up in the simulation. He'd never end up with someone like that, human or vampire, and with that last, pessimistic thought, he dozed off to sleep.