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like a big pizza pie [Valentine's Day Date Night]
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ayes) & others!
What: Valentine's matchmaking dinner
When: February 14
Where: Olympia (of the past)
Warning(s): Some mild druglike effects, and probably some NSFW stuff in threads?
On or around February 12, you get a letter in the mail. Upon opening it, you'll find that it's very, very similar to the one you got last year-- if you were here for this last year-- and it's written in that same looping, cheerful script.
Hello [YOUR NAME HERE]!
I know things are a little hard, but that doesn't mean we can't have a really great night together!
On the evening of February 14, please come join us in Olympia (even if it's this past Olympia) for a special surprise!
Your friend,
You
P.S. "You" is still my name.
There's another smiley face drawn on the letter, and an address given in the center of Olympia. Some of you may have been expecting this, since you saw or responded to her post, but perhaps others are caught off guard, since you were entered by pranksters.
[I: Arrival]
If you decide to take the plunge and check it out anyway, you'll find a restaurant that's much smaller than the dining hall she'd rented out last year. Having been thrown into an alternate past timeline of Olympia has tossed a serious wrench into her plans, and with the holiday, You has struggled to find an appropriate venue. But find one she has, and there are pink and red ribbons and balloons and lacy hearts all over the place.
Once again, there's a harried-looking young woman scurrying around, as well as other people who may look just as confused as you do.
[II: Dinner]
Inside, the restaurant is decked out in pinks and reds and hearts. Each table is set out with a white tablecloth and a pair of candlesticks, and has a nametag on it: Mr. Law, Ms. Mikumo, Ms. Janeway, and so on. There's another name tag on the seat across from your own. It looks like you've got a date?
Before long, You is along to take your food order. What are you in the mood for?
[III: Sin and Sweetness]
There's no big musical act this year like there was last year; You is mainly focusing on the event and there's also no stage to sing and dance on. She does, at some point, take a microphone in the corner and sing some cute love songs to entertain you while you eat, but it's not for long, and she's zooming off to the kitchen after three or four songs.
As your dinner wears down, your attention is directed to a cart off to the side piled high with desserts, pastries of all types and shapes. A waiter begins pushing it around from table to table.
If you went to her party last year, you'll recognize these; they seemed to be a big hit so she's done it again. You has baked them off a recipe book she'd found in the entertainment district of Olympia, and there's another handwritten sign:
Let's spice things up again this year! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
Try the pastries to feel romantic!
The various pastries themselves have similarly handwritten signs on them, notifying you (if a little obliquely) of some potentially interesting effects...
There are, thankfully, plenty of non-magical desserts for those who just want to indulge their sweet tooth.
((OOC: As always, please label your threads if they turn NSFW, and run any pastry effects by your thread partners!))
ayes) & others!What: Valentine's matchmaking dinner
When: February 14
Where: Olympia (of the past)
Warning(s): Some mild druglike effects, and probably some NSFW stuff in threads?
On or around February 12, you get a letter in the mail. Upon opening it, you'll find that it's very, very similar to the one you got last year-- if you were here for this last year-- and it's written in that same looping, cheerful script.
Hello [YOUR NAME HERE]!
I know things are a little hard, but that doesn't mean we can't have a really great night together!
On the evening of February 14, please come join us in Olympia (even if it's this past Olympia) for a special surprise!
Your friend,
You
P.S. "You" is still my name.
There's another smiley face drawn on the letter, and an address given in the center of Olympia. Some of you may have been expecting this, since you saw or responded to her post, but perhaps others are caught off guard, since you were entered by pranksters.
[I: Arrival]
If you decide to take the plunge and check it out anyway, you'll find a restaurant that's much smaller than the dining hall she'd rented out last year. Having been thrown into an alternate past timeline of Olympia has tossed a serious wrench into her plans, and with the holiday, You has struggled to find an appropriate venue. But find one she has, and there are pink and red ribbons and balloons and lacy hearts all over the place.
Once again, there's a harried-looking young woman scurrying around, as well as other people who may look just as confused as you do.
[II: Dinner]
Inside, the restaurant is decked out in pinks and reds and hearts. Each table is set out with a white tablecloth and a pair of candlesticks, and has a nametag on it: Mr. Law, Ms. Mikumo, Ms. Janeway, and so on. There's another name tag on the seat across from your own. It looks like you've got a date?
Before long, You is along to take your food order. What are you in the mood for?
[III: Sin and Sweetness]
There's no big musical act this year like there was last year; You is mainly focusing on the event and there's also no stage to sing and dance on. She does, at some point, take a microphone in the corner and sing some cute love songs to entertain you while you eat, but it's not for long, and she's zooming off to the kitchen after three or four songs.
As your dinner wears down, your attention is directed to a cart off to the side piled high with desserts, pastries of all types and shapes. A waiter begins pushing it around from table to table.
If you went to her party last year, you'll recognize these; they seemed to be a big hit so she's done it again. You has baked them off a recipe book she'd found in the entertainment district of Olympia, and there's another handwritten sign:
Let's spice things up again this year! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
Try the pastries to feel romantic!
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.)
There are, thankfully, plenty of non-magical desserts for those who just want to indulge their sweet tooth.
((OOC: As always, please label your threads if they turn NSFW, and run any pastry effects by your thread partners!))
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And if her knee happens to brush his, well, he doesn't mind. He's very much a contact sort of guy. ]
Slipping an envelope under your door? I mean, well, I could, but I could always just ask you myself. [ He's also not the type who beats around the bush. ]
As far as this date, there's lots of benefits in it. For both of us. But as far as that goes, I have no idea what we could have done to give anyone that idea.
[ He tips her a wink and accompanies it with a roguish smile. ]
So, what's the topic of conversation going to be tonight?
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I suppose you would, this is true. We're both a little beyond the secret letter propositions. And would you have? Situation permitting.
( Since they're not beating around the bush, and all. She does at least acknowledge it hadn't really been the time or place so he has a free pass to say "I hadn't really thought about it yet" if nothing else. And since he doesn't mind her knee brushing his, she leaves it there, leg pressed against his for the warmth. There's a long slit up the side of the dress after all, and they're in the frozen North. She's a contact sort of girl. It isn't like she's letting go of his hand either. Truly, no idea whatsoever how anyone could have guessed when she winks right back, unable to contain her smile. )
That many benefits? That may have to be the first topic. We've already discussed where we've come from, what we like to tinker with, and where we studied— I suppose we have no choice but to get to know one another a little better. Favorite colors and foods, those sorts of things.
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Of course, I did commit the cardinal sin or broke rule 1, depending how you look at it. I should've at least brought you flowers or chocolates.
[ He pretends to whack himself lightly on the back of his head, knowing full well how ridiculous he must look. But it's all in good fun. ]
No choice, hmm? Well, when you put it that way.
[ But then he's giving her his best serious stare as he pretends to scrutinize her. ]
You think there aren't that many benefits for us?
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That wasn't the aspect I was questioning, but I assure you I never doubted you for a second. You strike me as someone who's never had a shortage of brilliant and beautiful people trying to catch your eye.
( He's brilliant and beautiful himself, with charm to spare for dozens of other hopefuls. And besides, she still hasn't forgotten the hours he'd spent hunting down coffee for someone he'd only spoken to for a handful of minutes. If he had been attempting to impress her, he'd succeeded from the moment they met. Everything that unwound from there had only charmed her further, from the easy way he told her of vulnerabilities and the way he'd held her hand for hours at a time when they both needed it, to the way he'd circled around to check on her now and then even once they'd reached Nadril. She can't think of a single second she hasn't been intrigued by him.
And what a cardinal sin to have broken. It gets a proper laugh from her and she just waves off his "apparent mistake". )
Oh, flowers perhaps, but chocolates— you saved yourself by not trying. I have incredibly discerning tastes; I'm expensive. I will tolerate only the finest darks. Swiss, if possible. They're the best. ( And, you know, no longer possible. There is no Switzerland here. But it earns him a crinkle of her nose to convey that she's teasing before he fixes her with that serious look, and she immediately schools her expression to the same.
Right, To Business. ) I never said that. Shall I begin counting them? You're free to join in. One, we're out of the cold. Two, it's only the two of us. Three, the candlelight brings out that bit of gold in your eyes. Four, we can order separate things and share if we want more than one thing on the menu. Five...
( All right, she can't keep a straight face, so the brush of her ankle against his beneath the table earns him a little twitch of a smile as she rests her chin in her hand, seeming to consider him. )
Five, we've already discussed the foundations— so that leaves us with the best parts. For example— what's your favorite weather?