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fandomtownies2018-11-02 08:59 pm
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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.]
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Which was a word choice she found hilarious.
Re: Round Five: Beauregard/Hera Syndulla
"What sort of action?" she asked. "Apart from dating, I mean. What do you do when you're not here?"