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when the moon hits your eye... [Valentine's Day Date Night]
Who: You Watanabe (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ayes) & lots of folks!
What: Valentine's Day Matchmaking: DATE NIGHT
When: The evening of February 14!
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Some mild druglike effects, and probably some NSFW stuff in threads?
Earlier in the week-- about the night of February 12 or so-- you received a letter in the mail. Upon opening it, you found an invitation, hand-written in a sort of looping script.
Hello [YOUR NAME HERE]!
You're invited to a really great night!
On the evening of February 14, please come join us in Olympia for a special surprise!
Your friend,
You
P.S. "You" is my name. I'm not saying it's from you!
She's drawn a little smiley face on the invitation, and you may remember her from her earlier post to the network. For some of you, this invitation isn't surprising. You signed up for her party, after all. For others, though, this may come as a surprise.
[I: The Message & The Arrival]
Nevertheless, you decide to go anyway. She's listed an address in Olympia, and the night of the event, when you show up, it's a decent-sized dining hall. There are pink and red ribbons and balloons and lacy heart shapes everywhere.
You may catch sight of the young woman scurrying around, looking a little harried. Or you may just find other people who seem confused to be here. Did your name wind up in the drawing list? Did theirs? What's going on?
[II: Dinner...]
Be it as it may, you go inside. Inside, you can find more of those ribbons, and balloons, and hearts, as well as dozens of small, round tables for two, each covered in a white tablecloth and with a pair of candlesticks. Approaching the tables, you find that each seat has a small nametag, written in that same looping handwriting. They're names you may recognize: Reinhardt Wilhelm, Isabela, Mikazuki Augus, and more.
One of these names is yours. And across from you is another name. Maybe you recognize them, maybe you don't.
Either way, it's not long before someone comes by to light the candles and take your food order. You've got a date.
[III: ...and a show!]
Maybe half an hour after your meal order is taken and has been served (it's delicious, by the way) a spotlight cuts through the dim light, illuminating a small raised stage off on the side of the room. The young woman, You, is standing there, wearing a short dress that almost looks like that of a ballet dancer, her hair pinned up. She has to reach up to bring the microphone down. She's not very tall.
"Ah... um, hello? Is it on? Hi!" she says, her voice fast and a little nervous. "I'm You Watanabe, and... happy Valentine's Day! I hope you're all having a wonderful time, and maybe the person you're meeting tonight, um, I don't know, something could come out of it, I hope!"
She pauses, like she's not sure what to say. "Anyway, uh, I thought I'd perform some songs while you're eating, so listen if you want!"
You takes a breath and then steps back before gesturing to someone in the darkness, presumably who then starts a music track. She begins to sing and dance, performing a number of different songs. Some of them are sweet and slow, others a little more upbeat, and there's even one that's kind of... sensual in a rockin' way? Still, while her dance moves are well practiced and her voice pretty and clear, you get the sense that these song and dance routines were meant to be performed with way more than just one person. There should be harmonies or other parts there that are missing.
Still, there's an empty dance floor in front of the stage, and there's something catchy and almost strangely inspiring about the girl's singing-- even if this genre of music isn't your particular favorite, it's somehow encouraging. Why not ask your partner to dance?
[IV: Sin and Sweetness]
Eventually, You leaves the stage, thanking everyone, and the night continues uneventfully. As your dinner wears down, you may be drawn to a cart off to the side, piled high with desserts, pastries of all types and color. Eventually, a pair of waiters begins pushing it around from table to table. Do you want some dessert, they ask.
These pastries have been baked by your hostess, You herself, based off a book of recipes she'd found in some of the... seedier parts of the Entertainment District. There's another one of those handwritten notes in that looping script, written on thick card stock folded in two to make a simple sign:
Tonight's a night of excitement!
If you want a little help feeling romantic, try the pastries!
They'll definitely spice things up! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
The various pastries themselves have similarly handwritten signs on them, notifying you (if a little obliquely) of some potentially interesting effects...
The effects themselves aren't designed to be overwhelming or all that powerful, and can be resisted with just a little effort. However, You's recipe only dealt with one effect at a time. Mixing and matching multiple pastries? Who knows what might happen...?
There are also plenty of non-magical desserts, for anyone looking to sate their sweet tooth without chancing an odd experience.
[V: Singles Mingle]
You's spent most of her time arranging the couples event, of course, but if you didn't sign up, there's still a place for you! (Or maybe your date went terribly and you're here early.) There's a bar off to the side where people are welcome to sit and drink and meet other folks.
That said, they're bringing the pastries around here, too...
[VI: Wildcard]
Didn't see a prompt here for you? Write your own! The night has plenty of dancing, food, romantic moonlight, and plenty of places you can sneak off to be alone.
((OOC: As always, please label your threads if they turn NSFW, and make sure your thread partner(s) are okay with whichever pastry effect you're getting!))
ayes) & lots of folks!What: Valentine's Day Matchmaking: DATE NIGHT
When: The evening of February 14!
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Some mild druglike effects, and probably some NSFW stuff in threads?
Earlier in the week-- about the night of February 12 or so-- you received a letter in the mail. Upon opening it, you found an invitation, hand-written in a sort of looping script.
Hello [YOUR NAME HERE]!
You're invited to a really great night!
On the evening of February 14, please come join us in Olympia for a special surprise!
Your friend,
You
P.S. "You" is my name. I'm not saying it's from you!
She's drawn a little smiley face on the invitation, and you may remember her from her earlier post to the network. For some of you, this invitation isn't surprising. You signed up for her party, after all. For others, though, this may come as a surprise.
[I: The Message & The Arrival]
Nevertheless, you decide to go anyway. She's listed an address in Olympia, and the night of the event, when you show up, it's a decent-sized dining hall. There are pink and red ribbons and balloons and lacy heart shapes everywhere.
You may catch sight of the young woman scurrying around, looking a little harried. Or you may just find other people who seem confused to be here. Did your name wind up in the drawing list? Did theirs? What's going on?
[II: Dinner...]
Be it as it may, you go inside. Inside, you can find more of those ribbons, and balloons, and hearts, as well as dozens of small, round tables for two, each covered in a white tablecloth and with a pair of candlesticks. Approaching the tables, you find that each seat has a small nametag, written in that same looping handwriting. They're names you may recognize: Reinhardt Wilhelm, Isabela, Mikazuki Augus, and more.
One of these names is yours. And across from you is another name. Maybe you recognize them, maybe you don't.
Either way, it's not long before someone comes by to light the candles and take your food order. You've got a date.
[III: ...and a show!]
Maybe half an hour after your meal order is taken and has been served (it's delicious, by the way) a spotlight cuts through the dim light, illuminating a small raised stage off on the side of the room. The young woman, You, is standing there, wearing a short dress that almost looks like that of a ballet dancer, her hair pinned up. She has to reach up to bring the microphone down. She's not very tall.
"Ah... um, hello? Is it on? Hi!" she says, her voice fast and a little nervous. "I'm You Watanabe, and... happy Valentine's Day! I hope you're all having a wonderful time, and maybe the person you're meeting tonight, um, I don't know, something could come out of it, I hope!"
She pauses, like she's not sure what to say. "Anyway, uh, I thought I'd perform some songs while you're eating, so listen if you want!"
You takes a breath and then steps back before gesturing to someone in the darkness, presumably who then starts a music track. She begins to sing and dance, performing a number of different songs. Some of them are sweet and slow, others a little more upbeat, and there's even one that's kind of... sensual in a rockin' way? Still, while her dance moves are well practiced and her voice pretty and clear, you get the sense that these song and dance routines were meant to be performed with way more than just one person. There should be harmonies or other parts there that are missing.
Still, there's an empty dance floor in front of the stage, and there's something catchy and almost strangely inspiring about the girl's singing-- even if this genre of music isn't your particular favorite, it's somehow encouraging. Why not ask your partner to dance?
[IV: Sin and Sweetness]
Eventually, You leaves the stage, thanking everyone, and the night continues uneventfully. As your dinner wears down, you may be drawn to a cart off to the side, piled high with desserts, pastries of all types and color. Eventually, a pair of waiters begins pushing it around from table to table. Do you want some dessert, they ask.
These pastries have been baked by your hostess, You herself, based off a book of recipes she'd found in some of the... seedier parts of the Entertainment District. There's another one of those handwritten notes in that looping script, written on thick card stock folded in two to make a simple sign:
Tonight's a night of excitement!
If you want a little help feeling romantic, try the pastries!
They'll definitely spice things up! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
The various pastries themselves have similarly handwritten signs on them, notifying you (if a little obliquely) of some potentially interesting effects...
- Strudel: "Find beauty in the world!" (For whatever reason, other people look a little more attractive.)
- Baklava: "To tell them how you really feel!" (You'll feel more likely to be honest, if not overshare.)
- Cannoli: "Because love needs laughter!" (Everything other people say is somehow funnier than usual.)
- Cinnamon Roll: "The nose knows!" (The first person you look at smells oddly like your favorite smell.)
- Blueberry Scone: "For a bit of courage!" (This will make you feel bolder, intensifying emotions you already feel.)
- Mooncake: "To feel like falling in love!" (Every time you look at the first person you see, your heart beats a little faster.)
- Taiyaki: "Try to see someone else differently!" (Every time you look at the first person you see, there are little sparkles around them.)
The effects themselves aren't designed to be overwhelming or all that powerful, and can be resisted with just a little effort. However, You's recipe only dealt with one effect at a time. Mixing and matching multiple pastries? Who knows what might happen...?
There are also plenty of non-magical desserts, for anyone looking to sate their sweet tooth without chancing an odd experience.
[V: Singles Mingle]
You's spent most of her time arranging the couples event, of course, but if you didn't sign up, there's still a place for you! (Or maybe your date went terribly and you're here early.) There's a bar off to the side where people are welcome to sit and drink and meet other folks.
That said, they're bringing the pastries around here, too...
[VI: Wildcard]
Didn't see a prompt here for you? Write your own! The night has plenty of dancing, food, romantic moonlight, and plenty of places you can sneak off to be alone.
((OOC: As always, please label your threads if they turn NSFW, and make sure your thread partner(s) are okay with whichever pastry effect you're getting!))
I'M HERE
or maybe he's just morbidly curious if the date picked for him is half decent. there's weirder things that have happened here since arriving.
he had also been running late, but by only five minutes as opposed to ten. it gives him enough time to think he's the one who has been stood up, looking for practically any excuse to leave before this thing begins. but then that would ignore the fact that he spent some time actually dressing up, buying a new outfit that involves a shirt that is wrinkle-free for a change.
Shura appears just in time, however, and what was Bigby just looking at the menu with furrowed brows is now him glancing up to seeing her for the first time. and... okay. he's still finding this to be a tough sell, but she has at least passed the "half decent" expectation. after remembering that standing is an important thing for these kinds of things, he slowly gets to his feet and offers a— wait, what does he do here. wave? smile? he settles with just shaking his head. ]
It's alright. Wasn't a long wait. Uh, nice to... meet you.
[ is it sad that he didn't even reach over to look at her namecard before. oops. ]
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standards what are those]Heh~ I'm glad I didn't cause any problems. My name's Shura Kirigakure--ah, you probably knew that from the card, didn't you ♥
[He could be awkward; Shura can take that. First meetings could be hard! But really, it also meant that he could be a great target for teasing later on, and that was more important. Her introduction done, she'll go ahead and take a seat.]
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when she introduces herself and mentions how that might have been known already, he nods! several times! because no, he didn't know that, but he isn't about to blurt that fact out now that she's gone and made mention of it being right now! ]
Bigby Wolf. [ she takes her seat and he will follow, gazing down at the menu once more before giving Shura another look. he can't help but assume she is used to catching someone's attention every now and then, but he tries to avoid being blatantly obvious about it. at least he has the bright idea to say something before she may or may not call him out for it. ] Any preference for a drink? Waiter came by already, but I didn't make an order for us. Guy seemed really intent on making us drink an aged wine if that's your thing.
[ it isn't his (he prefers the hard stuff personally), but he's trying to take this date shit seriously. ]
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[Wow, did his parents have a terrible sense of humor or something? Maybe it was a cherished family name or something. Or just fake. Whatever it was, Shura isn't going to comment, just repeating his name to help cement it in her memory. He didn't seem to be crazy right off the bat, so this was as good of a start as any she's had. He's not overtly staring at her tits, so his manners pass. This could be an okay date??
Taking the menu in hand, she gives a low hum as she looks over the choices. This was entirely too cheesy for her tastes, but whatever, an event like this was supposed to be that way. She could deal with it, she was a big girl.]
Wine? Eehh, if it's free, that's not bad, but that ain't my kinda thing. They gotta have a beer or something like that, right?
[Beer to begin with, moving on to liquor later.]
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[ he understands and appreciates that it's a unique name. he's allowed to say it a few times and consider where and how two words are given to someone with a straight face. at least she shouldn't have a problem remembering it?? yeeeeah.
the tits are avoided with a surprising level of ease, and he instead spends more time figuring out which color of her hair might be natural or if it's all dyed. maybe not the best of questions as an icebreaker, so he holds off on that thought for the time being. when she brings up her affinity to beer as opposed to wine, he gives an amused look. a natural flirt would say something along the lines of "a woman after my own heart", but he simply flags down the waiter who had came over just moments before. ]
Two of your draft beers, whatever is a house specialty. In weizen glasses.
[ no wine for them. as the waiter takes their order to the bartender, he lets out a sigh and makes another attempt at conversation. ]
Usually prefer harder stuff, but I also don't do dinner when I drink, either. —Are we sure all of this shit is actually free?
[ no one ever specified when they signed him up that this would be paid for by their benefactor. he supposes he's not enough of a dick to make Shura pay her share if it wasn't, so it's good he brought some silver just in case. ]
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She's not picky with beer and usually just orders the cheapest option, but it's just fine that her date takes charge with ordering their drinks. If he has an opinion on it, that was fine. It was easy enough to go with the flow.]
Nyahah, better to save the liquor for after dinner, right? [Not that she usually eats a proper dinner most nights...
But it is questionable whether or not this whole party was free or not. Shura hadn't paid much mind--usually, someone else paid most of the time, so it wasn't much of a concern for her.]
Dunno 'bout whether or not it's actually free. But if the drinks ain't good, I don't mind moving on somewhere better.
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when she mentions how liquor should be saved for later in the evening, he smirks, tapping his thumb along the table before leaning back to give her another once-over. ]
Sure. And before dinner. Hell, before lunch if it's one of those days.
[ he hasn't really required a reason or celebration to drink in the past. it's almost strange when he actually has one. either way, the server presents the two of them with two tall glasses shortly enough, filled almost to the brim and foaming on the top. Bigby picks up and brings it to his mouth before realizing he should probably toast or something, so he instead tips it her way. ]
Here's to getting signed up for random dates without knowing and hopes that our drinks are free and not shitty.
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But metatext aside, his reply has Shura bursting into laughter, covering her mouth to try and stifle it.]
Ahaha~ Keep talking like that, and I might really just fall for ya!
[Okay, so maybe he wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but having a good time was really the end goal of all of this. It was nice to have adult company--specifically, adult company that wasn't completely uptight or questionable. Well, completely questionable.
Toast or no toast, Shura takes a second before reaching for her glass, if only because she doesn't know what he'll do. Toasting was great, but she's figured out enough that it's not common everywhere. But since he wants to throw one out, she can rise her glass to his.]
Eh? You didn't sign up for this? What, someone have it out for ya or somethin'?
[the drinks better be free if he really didn't sign up for this...]
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[ he still manages a half smile of sorts as he speaks, if only because he is equally as not disappointed about his date. it's surprising, really, because the level of pessimism walking into this had been ridiculous. perhaps that meant literally everyone had a chance to surprise him?
... nah. Bigby would happily let someone know if they were rubbing him the wrong way already, and she hasn't. ]
What, you did? [ Bigby's legitimately surprised to find out someone actually signed up for a blind date arranged by — well, someone he doesn't know much about, anyway. he chuckles as he takes another swig of beer, running his thumb along his lips to wipe any excess clean. ] I thought all of the refugees got paired together and they just wanted to see what would stick. Huh.
[ does that mean he's special? or cursed. it is one or the other, clearly. ]
I'll reserve bitching about it until the end. Maybe you're making me optimistic.
[ and now that he's just subtly flirted with this stranger that is subject to his Bigbyness, he's going to drown himself in further beer. gulp, gulp, gulp. ]
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[Not that it was really something she wanted to brag about. But it wasn't like Bigby knew the implications of going to mixers at her age, so it's a little easier for Shura to mention it.]
I'll take that as a compliment~ I dunno what kinda system they used to match people up, but if we can get a couple fun hours, then they did a pretty good job.
[Look at him drink! Really, he was Shura's type. Possibly even better--he had a nice shirt on. This might not go far, but she was looking forward to the rest of the evening.]
Wonder if they got some kinda entertainment or somethin'... It's frou-frou enough to have some kinda act.