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fandomtownies2018-11-02 08:59 pm
sharp_man) wrote in fandomtownies2018-11-02 08:59 pm
Entry tags:
- !event: 3 minute dates,
- $caritas,
- aloy,
- amaya blackstone,
- astrid magnussen,
- atton rand,
- beaker,
- beauregard lionett,
- breq,
- brooke davis,
- eddie brock,
- eric northman,
- fenris,
- fjord,
- ghanima atreides,
- hannibal lecter,
- hera syndulla,
- hernando fuentes,
- hrothbert of bainbridge (bob),
- kaidan alenko,
- kanan jarrus,
- khadgar,
- lana beniko,
- magnus burnsides,
- miguel o'hara,
- nina,
- norman babcock,
- octavia blake,
- paris geller,
- pastor carter,
- peebee,
- peter octavian,
- prince sidon,
- prompto argentum,
- rosa diaz,
- sabine wren,
- seivarden vendaai,
- sparkle,
- summer smith,
- vette,
- yang xiao long,
- zack fair
Three-Minute Dates: Caritas, Saturday night
Anybody walking past Caritas would have spotted a sign out front:
Caritas presents:
THREE-MINUTE DATES
It was written in a calligraphy that was decidedly at odds with the fact that it was done in neon marker on a bar sign.
Inside, tables had been set up throughout the bar, with little candles just a shade nicer than they probably should have been on each one. The zombies were wearing pinstripes (except for the drummer, who was inexplicably wearing a bowtie) and playing their way through a collection of swing music. On the bar were an assortment of snacks, mostly nice cheeses and crudités, with slices of good, crusty baguette.
At eight o'clock sharp, Hannibal took to the stage in front of the band and nodded to the assorted guests. He was dressed in a lovely burgundy and red plaid three-piece suit with a pink shirt and blue paisley tie and pocket square. Somehow, it worked on him.
"Welcome to Caritas this evening, and thank you to the staff for hosting us. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and tonight we are hosting three-minute dates. I hope that many of you will be participating. I am obliged on behalf of myself and this establishment to advise you that we are not liable for any inconvenience or damage you may incur. Hopefully those will both be kept to a minimum, however. Rude behavior is frowned upon." That was a mild but serious look he was giving you all preemptively.
"This is an opportunity for you to meet and make friends, and perhaps spark something more. It will work like this: I will announce pairs of people. You will go to the tables indicated and meet, and you will have three minutes to introduce yourselves and do whatever you like, within the bounds of legality and public decency. Then the band here," he gestured at the zombies, "will begin to play, and you will wrap things up before I announce the next pairings. You will each have five dates. Should you wish to spend more time together, the bar will remain open afterward, and we encourage you to remain and mingle."
He smiled and spread his hands. "Please, enjoy."
[Each date is five comments per person; if you need one or two to wrap things up, that's cool, too, but keep it short in the spirit of things. Regular bar post for post-3MD mingling should be up Saturday, but this is going up early for great timezone justice.]
Please wait for the OCD is up! Have at!
THREE-MINUTE DATES
It was written in a calligraphy that was decidedly at odds with the fact that it was done in neon marker on a bar sign.
Inside, tables had been set up throughout the bar, with little candles just a shade nicer than they probably should have been on each one. The zombies were wearing pinstripes (except for the drummer, who was inexplicably wearing a bowtie) and playing their way through a collection of swing music. On the bar were an assortment of snacks, mostly nice cheeses and crudités, with slices of good, crusty baguette.
At eight o'clock sharp, Hannibal took to the stage in front of the band and nodded to the assorted guests. He was dressed in a lovely burgundy and red plaid three-piece suit with a pink shirt and blue paisley tie and pocket square. Somehow, it worked on him.
"Welcome to Caritas this evening, and thank you to the staff for hosting us. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and tonight we are hosting three-minute dates. I hope that many of you will be participating. I am obliged on behalf of myself and this establishment to advise you that we are not liable for any inconvenience or damage you may incur. Hopefully those will both be kept to a minimum, however. Rude behavior is frowned upon." That was a mild but serious look he was giving you all preemptively.
"This is an opportunity for you to meet and make friends, and perhaps spark something more. It will work like this: I will announce pairs of people. You will go to the tables indicated and meet, and you will have three minutes to introduce yourselves and do whatever you like, within the bounds of legality and public decency. Then the band here," he gestured at the zombies, "will begin to play, and you will wrap things up before I announce the next pairings. You will each have five dates. Should you wish to spend more time together, the bar will remain open afterward, and we encourage you to remain and mingle."
He smiled and spread his hands. "Please, enjoy."
[Each date is five comments per person; if you need one or two to wrap things up, that's cool, too, but keep it short in the spirit of things. Regular bar post for post-3MD mingling should be up Saturday, but this is going up early for great timezone justice.]
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
She wasn't armed with a stuffed cat tonight, though.
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
He didn't know if that was true, but if it was, it would make death SO totally worth it!
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
Affectionately. She did actually like Prompto, after all.
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
Really, this date would just be wrong without them being this way. So wrong.
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
And now you were getting a few little finger guns fired at you, Vette, fired from a boy with a grin that seemed to know he was about to do something very stupid, something that he was sure would mean they were going to both find out sooner rather than later.
"So what's your boyfriend think about you jumping in on all these dates, anyway?"
How was that for ammunition?
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
"Well, he's here too!"
Oh yes. That was the most clever thing ever.
"And he's not! I mean, not officially. I mean we never actually said--" She stammered again, and then pointed an accusing finger at Prompto. "We'll finish this later, Gunshow!"
Once she had figured out a punishment suitable to this heinous crime.
Re: Round One: Prompto Argentum/Vette
And that timing, too! Prompto was feeling way too proud of himself, and it certainly showed.
"Looking forward to it," he said, thinking very quickly that he needed to think of a good nickname for Vette, what would be a good nickname for Vette? But he could only think of one thing and it was terrible, but he was terrible and already marked anyway, so might as well go for it, there's no way this hole could get any deeper, right? So he ducked his head a little in what could be considered a bow as he added, "Princess."
AND LOOK AT THE TIME, ROUND OVER, OFF TO ANOTHER TABLE, BYE!! Half expecting something to be thrown at the back of his head as he tried to use the shifting of people as cover for his escape.