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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!))
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Diana brightens at the news.] No, you haven't! That's wonderful to hear. You must be so very relieved to have him with you.
[Actually...] Stark...
...I don't suppose he was the Eddard Stark I spoke with on the network?
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[ it was.... she was just incredibly sheltered. ]
Yes, that's him. [ she's smiling now, bright and yet amused — she knows her father was not (is not) exactly very adept at using the device they'd all been given. ]
... and yes, I am. It has been a long time I'd seen him last.
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He seemed quite the kind man, from our conversation. I tried to aid him in navigating some of the features of the device, but I'm hardly an expert myself, so I can't say how effective my impromptu lessons might have been.
At any rate, I'm happy for you, to have him here. Being reunited with our loved ones, even in a place like this-- I can only imagine the relief.
[Because it ain't happened for her yet.
Diana chuckles for a bit before looking around at all the decor.] You know, I was entirely prepared to find all of this trite, but it's done so earnestly it's almost kind of charming. Do they have any holidays like this where you come from?
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It may still happen to you, as well. I hope it will.
[ that her loved ones wake up, too. ]
No, nothing like this. What kind of a holiday is this? I never quite got the explanation.
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[She is, however, happy to shift the conversation to something else.] Valentine's Day, on Earth, is a holiday meant to celebrate romance. It's something of a couples' holiday, for you to spend time with your partner and tell them how much you appreciate them.
It seems that the young woman hosting this event intended to, ah... set people up on a date?
[She doesn't fully say the obvious conclusion-- that this is meant to be a romantic date for the two of them-- but lets it linger. She certainly wouldn't mind, but she wouldn't want to force Sansa into thinking of it as anything more than a friendly dinner, either.]
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... I've never been on a date, before. [ it's a somewhat embarrassed confession on her part. ] Someone asked me on one, but we haven't gone yet, and I don't really know what it's supposed to entail...
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I think it's just supposed to be this-- [She makes a small gesture to the two of them.] Sharing a nice meal and discussion with someone, though dates have connotations of romantic interest. It's just to spend time with the other person, whether to see if you're compatible or just to enjoy their company.
At least, that's how I understand it.
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... that doesn't sound too bad, [ she says with a smile that is just a touch brighter, now. spending time together definitely doesn't sound bad at all. ]
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[Diana takes a glass of ice water from the table and takes a sip.] I have to say, I'm a little surprised that the girl organizing this apparently knew-- it's not something that I hide, per se, but I don't exactly trumpet it publicly, either.
[Diana, what are you talking about?]
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only, she understands just about nothing of what was said. ]
Ah — what do you mean, exactly? [ she glances around them for clues: the table they're sitting at seems just like the others, and there's nothing else really out of place either... ]
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Her cheeks turn slightly pink.] Oh, um, I-- I thought that was obvious, given that we're--
[Wow. Okay. She takes a breath to center herself, but she's still blushing.] I was referring to my, ah, preference for women? Given that she-- she somehow knew to match me with you, rather than a man.
Which, in retrospect, could have been completely random, now that I think about it.
[It's probably not easy to make Diana flustered, but here she is.]
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and then, she feels like an idiot. ]
Oh! [ of course. of course. pretty girls, says Margaery's voice in her head with her usual laughing tone, and Sansa thinks that she must be the slowest learner in the entire universe. ]
Then, if it is a coincidence, it's a good one, isn't it? [ she offers Diana a smile, one that shows that she has no reason to be flustered. perhaps once, she would have been shocked, confused... now, though, what with Loras and Renly and everything, she hardly minds. ]
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Diana takes a slow breath.] Yes, a good coincidence indeed, if it wasn't planned.
[She shifts, slightly awkwardly, and takes a sip of water.] Do you, also...? I don't want to assume anything, of course.
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the question, though, makes her pause. ] I —
[ who does she prefer? she doesn't know. it's not something she's much given thought to. ] I don't know. Back home, I always assumed I would marry whoever my family told me to marry, a rich man, a noble man, and we would have children and I would do my duty. [ she breathes in, then out. ]
... I've been married twice, now. Both times to men I had no desire to marry. And after — [ she pauses, swallows. ] After... I don't really have much desire to marry any man.
[ she thinks — if she had had to choose between spending time with Margaery or with Loras... she'd have chosen Margaery. ]
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Which, given what she's telling her, seems more than fair. Diana can't help but feel a rush of indignation by proxy at a world where women are treated like that, like pawns to be married off solely for childbearing. But saying as much feels like she'd be imposing her own values on things. On the other hand, Sansa clearly doesn't think much of it either...
So she just reaches across the table and takes one of Sansa's, giving it a supportive squeeze.] I can hardly blame you for thinking that-- I'm sorry those things happened to you. [Married, twice, and she's barely older than Diana is? She can scarcely imagine that.]
Perhaps... now that we're here, though, you can live more how you want, rather than just for the expectations others have for you. And let no man tell you how, or who, you should love.
[She smiles.] Besides, we certainly don't have to get married to enjoy each other's company tonight, do we? [She's not the best at telling jokes, but she is trying, bless her.]
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I'm sorry, too, [ she says quietly. Gods, how she wishes it all had never happened. but then... she'd be the same silly, foolish girl she'd been when she left Winterfell. ]
They told me, when I woke up... that I'd never have to marry anyone I don't want to again. And I won't. Besides, back home they only wanted to marry me for my name, for what it meant. A claim to Winterfell. Here, none of that matters.
[ and so no one should want to marry her, either, she thinks, before smiling at Diana. ] I would hope so! Neither of us is really dressed for marriage, are we?
[ bless them both for trying to go with this joke... ]
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Perhaps, given the occasion, we should talk of lighter fare rather than the past? How have you been lately?
so sorry for the crazy delay ;;
I shall keep that in mind, if there is ever need for a quick change of dress.
[ her amused tone simmers into something quieter, something that borders on happy, content. this is nice, comfortable, she thinks. ]
Alright. I mean, I've been alright. I hope you have, too.
perfectly fine, darling <3
Sansa is very pretty when she looks like that, Diana thinks. And for just a moment, her own heartbeat quickens. Perhaps she's weaker for pretty girls than she's ever given herself time to realize.
She squeezes Sansa's hand again.] Well enough, yes. I've been doing some research about the people here, their history-- I thought it best to be as informed as possible about the land we're to live in.
For all the uncertainties and difficulties, it is something of an adventure, being here, isn't it?
((ooc: I know you were looking to drop older threads, if you want to handwave from here, that's fine! I'd love to play it out but we can just work out what happens, too~ pp me if you want to work it out!))