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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!))
it's all good <3
I'm not! That is: I only participated to make this a success for You-chan, and because I thought: "How bad could it be to meet someone new?" ... or something.
[Well, that rhetorical question had just gotten a very real answer all right. But even if this wasn't what Atsushi would have expected a date to be like (JJ had done it better!), all he felt was a weary kind of acceptance.
Still, he had to say at least one thing, even if he was lacking the moral indignation that should have probably accompanied the words.]
It's really not nice to make a young girl pay for your food, you know.
[The reason for that lack of moral indignation? Just the fact that Atsushi had helped pay for everything, probably. Thinking of this as wasting his own money rather than You's, he couldn't get angry over it.]
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[Sanzo had known of her, although he had never been properly introduced. She was the one who was infamous for starting that beach party for all the refugees a few months ago after all.]
Don't understand the need for such obligations though. She did this out of her own volition right? Why not enjoy a gift when it's offered?
If it were me I would be fairly offended if someone tried to 'pay me back' for something I offered to them out of the good of my heart.
[Okay. That's a lie. He would absolutely ask for payment back no matter what the situation. But he was using this as an opportunity to at least get to know his 'date'. Who knows, messing with the kid might bring some entertainment with his free food.]
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[Okay, not really, but she deserved that title all the same. (Actually, she deserved a much nicer title than that...) Atsushi considered You a friend, and that made the conversation get frustrating in spite of his best intentions. Having You's (and his) money wasted was one thing, but this complete lack of gratitude over the effort You had put into organizing the party was offensive.]
She didn't do this to grow poor, feeding a bunch of greedy strangers. [Wow, that was almost a direct insult there.] She did this because she wanted to make people happy.
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[Leaning back in his seat Sanzo looked around at the party going on around them, quite promptly ignoring Atsushi's jab. Between all the laughing and smiling and awkward behavior, it wasn't necessarily an unpleasant atmosphere to be in.]
Seems to me like she got exactly the response out of this she wanted. Now the real question, if that's the case, is what was it you wanted out of participating in this entire event?
[And with that he turned to look back towards Atsushi, seeming to temporarily ignore the platter of various desserts and food that was suddenly placed before them by one of the waiters.]
Because signing up for a date doesn't sound like something that would be paying her back in any way. You would have been more useful to her by signing up as one of the wait staff.
[Calling you out Atsushi.]
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[Was it enough? Maybe not. Maybe nothing would ever be enough - but Atsushi felt pretty good about what he'd done all the same.]
What I wanted out of this for myself was only to meet someone new, and hope we could become friends.
[Definitely too much to hope for, apparently. But that's what he gets for wanting something for himself. His eyes belatedly drift to the food, but with this atmosphere, nothing looks good enough to tempt him.]
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[With that the sparkling man reached out and grabbed one of the moon cakes off the table, taking a quick bite.]
It may be less greedy at first glance, but I believe most people signed up for this event in hopes to find a date. I know I certainly would have been pretty put off if I was actually keeping my options open only to have the person I ended up with tell me that he was here to just make friends.
[And with that he flagged out his hand, waving down the waiter.]
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[... Yeah, maybe don't go there.]
If you're only just meeting, then getting to know each other and becoming friends is the best you can do. It doesn't mean that it can't turn into more later.
[Not that Atsushi was really expecting that for himself, going in. Apart from anything else, it's hard to imagine anyone being interested in him, romantically.]
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[Aaaaand he went there.]
Most people are too impatient to start off with just friendship and would much rather go straight to the romance aspect. Humans are thirsty sex-crazed assholes who wish to fulfill their need of a fairy-tale relationship before they get so old that they think they'd otherwise be missing out after all.
[And with that cynical response does he swallow his food. Sighing out dramatically.]
You're a pretty damn naïve kid aren't ya?
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Not unless you're providing the special sauce.]On the contrary, I think expecting the worst of people like that is just as naive.
I don't know what you are, to generalize all humans like that [and to sparkle like a bad Twilight cosplay] but you're wrong. If you insist on seeing only the worst of humanity, then you'll only ever get your opinions confirmed - but not because they're the truth.
It's only because you're too short-sighted to see anything else.
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Wow.]I'm not expecting the worst from man. I am simply insinuating how I know most adults tend to think when actively participating in the dating scene.
[Or, at least, how he thinks they think. More so it's what he's heard from certain accomplices who are way more knowledgeable about such things than him.]
You're obviously just far too oblivious to such things to be participating in such an event. You would definitely disappoint anyone who came here intentionally looking for a-- [And suddenly, he stopped. Dead in the middle of his conversation he stopped what he was saying only to stare at Atsushi.
He couldn't quite place what it was, but something about looking at the kid suddenly got him feeling... Well... weird.]
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Instead, all he gets is a stare, and Atsushi narrows his eyes, somewhere between annoyed and (against all odds and common sense) worry.]
... What?
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Oh.
Um... It's nothing.
[With that he immediately averted his gaze. Looking off to the side with a tensed posture.
...... Was he blushing?]
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Your face is red... [You know, under the sparkles. Suddenly, Atsushi comes to the obvious(?) but shocking conclusion:] Do you have a fever?!
[Excuse him while he stands and tries to reach out at Sanzo over the table to feel his forehead.]
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No way! Don't be ridiculous!
[And almost immediately does he smack Atsushi's hand away as the other reaches out towards him. His body sitting up alert as he attempts to glare the kid down... Only to end up locking eyes with him. His face turning as red as a tomato.]
M-maybe that's the case....
[And he looks away again. Quickly trying to stuff some more of the mooncake into his mouth as fast as possible.
Maybe if he just eats everything as fast as he can and then bolt out the door.
That's suddenly starting to sound like a very nice plan.]
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Atsushi isn't really surprised when his hand gets smacked away, nor does he feel much about it at all. He did try to force that touch on Sanzo without asking; he deserves having that touch rejected. But when Sanzo looks at him like that, turning even redder, it still makes Atsushi wonder - and, when Sanzo keeps aggressively eating, he suddenly wonders about the food.]
To get sick so suddenly... It couldn't be food poisoning, could it?
[Did he pick a restaurant where they serve food that isn't good enough to eat anymore?!? Oh, no... He'll never forgive himself, if everyone gets sick because of him.]
Please don't eat more of that! You'll only get sicker!
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[Wow. That certainly came out far more aggressive than he had meant it. Not that he really understood why he was objecting to it anyway.
Food poisoning would have certainly been easier to explain than whatever it was he was feeling.]
Whatever. Didn't want any more of this dumb food anyway. Don't they have anything more substantial in this place than desserts?
[And with that does he take his glass of wine and gulp it down in one go.
Man, all he wanted was food. Why did this whole event have to be such a disaster?]