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When Kitty got married, she'd said she was hyphenating her last name because aside from "Pryde" being a great name, "Kitty Barton" sounded like a madam at an Old West brothel.

Anyway.

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THREE MINUTE DATES

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty interrupted the zombie-played version of "Pony" to take the stage. You're welcome.

"Hello and welcome to Three Minute Dates! Thank you all for coming, whether you're here by accident, here on very purpose, or dragged here by Tino. I know there are other things you could all be doing." Ahem. "Here are the rules: every three minutes you will get paired up on a date with someone. When the gong sounds, it's on to the next date. It's fifteen minutes of your life, and then afterwards if you want to hang out, make friends, have one of Tino's horrifyingly on theme drinks, feel free. I just ask that you please don't have sex in the bathrooms."

She could not stop you from having sex in the bathrooms.

"Have fun! But not too much. Till later. At home."

[The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Regular bar post]

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Sabine wasn't sure what that was, but she was going to keep things as normal as possible to cut down on any snarling or anything.

"It's been a week, it has to be," she said. "Is there anything you're looking forward to next week?"

Seriously, let next week be normal.

The pollen didn't quite have the same effect on Boc as it did most people. It made him skittish and prone to violence, and feeling like everything was pretty much out to get him. And the raccoons he encountered on the way over here did not help dissuade him from that notion! His claws began to tap nervously at the table, looking longingly around for the round to be over, which was nothing against Sabine, just that he wanted all of it to be over before things got messy.

"What?" he asked, distracted to the point of not really paying that close attention, and he blinked a little. "Oh. Erm. No. Not really. I've made a terrible mess of the shop, I'll have an awful lot of work to do. I...I just wish I'd be a tree again, really. What are...um...what are you looking forward to, um, for, uh, next week?"

"I stress organized my shop the other day so next week would probably be about that," she said. "And I honestly can't blame you for wanting to be a tree."

Trees didn't make stupid decisions. Probably. She didn't know their lives.

"It's nice being a tree, actually," Boc admitted, with a wistful little sigh as his shoulders somehow managed to hunch over even more. "Sometimes I wonder what I was even thinking by ever wanting to stop being one, but it's quite a shock, you know, the first time it happens, and you're just minding your own business and then all of a sudden, someone goes and turns you into a tree."

Very much a universal experience that everyone could relate to!

"I can imagine, and I've only ever been a bird." Forever annoyed that she couldn't be anything with claws. Did her culture mean nothing. "Maybe it'll happen again for you."

And there was the gong.

"You're almost there," she told him.

Birds had talons! Those were claw-like!

But Boc would have to admit, having claws was rather nice, it was true.

To that last parting statement, though, Boc just let out a whimper and sent a withering look somewhere in Sabine's general vicinity before moving to slip off the chair and face the arduous next rounds still ahead of him.

"Well, th-thank you," he added, with a nod to the floor, "for being...for being kind" before scampering off.

Three Minute Dates- Caritas- Saturday until 8:15 pm

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