★FIRST EVER WITCH & MONSTER SPEED DATING!

[starseedling]

Who: All the people who signed up for Speed Dating!
When: Aguril 10th, 7PM-11PM
Where: The Little Melody music hall, side room.
What: Steven has organized a speed dating event for witches and monsters to meet each other. This log is closed to helpers and people who have signed up on the OOC event post.
Warnings: Good clean fun. Hopefully.


Finally, the day arrives. Steven will have contacted everyone coming by watch in advance, giving them the venue information and confirming their arrival. It turns out that he has arranged for a side room in the Little Melody music hall to be used for this event - he's made a positive enough impression with some of them that he managed to get it without charge, in exchange for doing chores around the hall. It's a somewhat ornate music room with a piano, chairs along the walls, 10 tables set up for dates, and one larger table set up with a potluck 'buffet' or sorts.

The offerings definitely include at least one quiche and one pie, provided by Papyrus, complete with a little note card thanking him and a description of what each food is. Papyrus's pies are actually pretty okay, even if the crust is a little crispy in places. Alongside that is water, a couple types of juice, and four trays of sandwiches: ham with cheese, chicken salad, egg salad, and veggie. Beyond that, Steven will display anything people bring with them, and write up little note cards to go along with the others.

Each table is set up with a lit candle and a sheet with a series of 'Icebreaking Questions', which read as follows:

1) What would you take with you to a desert island?
2) If you had to be someone else for a day, who would you be and why?
3) If you could invite anyone, dead or alive, to dinner, who would it be?
4) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
5) What would be your ideal holiday destination?
6) What's the most reckless thing you've ever done?
7) What makes you laugh?
8) Do you have a party trick?
9) If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?
10) What time in history would you have liked to be born in and why?
11) What is the most adventurous thing you have ever done?
12) What would be the title of your biography?
13) What is your favourite restaurant meal?
14) If you were given 1,000,000 cunes what would you spend it on?

Of course, using these questions is optional. Each date will last FIVE MINUTES, during which Steven and Elliot will be playing music to accompany on piano and violin. Towards the end of the five minute period, they will ramp up the tempo a bit to indicate that you are almost done, and then stop to tell people to change tables. During the whole proceeding, Steven will be projecting a sort of ambient illusion over the room, making the roof look like twinkling stars and leaving impossible to touch sparkles in the air.

OOCLY, I have made top levels below for every participating character, indicating who they have been randomly selected to tag. ICly, all witches will presumably have the chance to talk to all monsters, but since it isn't realistic to expect everyone to do 10 threads, we are starting with two tag outs. Beyond that, you can tag out to any additional people that you like. Find you character's name down below, see who you are assigned to tag (and who you have been tagged by!) and start a thread as soon as you are able. I understand that life happens and not all of these threads will happen, but it would be really cool if they could! I recommend keeping tags short and light to ease the load - and also because that seems suited to Speed Dating, anyway.

After the dating session is over, you can also make general mingle threads of people hanging out afterwards. The dating will only take about an hour, and Steven has the venue booked until 11PM.

NOTE: When you have an idea how your threads are going, please fill out the Google Form to submit your character's grades for each date. This is mostly just so you can have the fun of seeing who would formally approve of and reject your character.

Comments

ALLURA

[starseedling]

Monsters to Tag: Rich, Shinsou

[figmentpigment]

[ One might think that an inability to speak would make this hard. Bendy, however, sees it as a great benefit, because that means he can use his yapper for eating all these yummy ham sandwiches. Mouth already full and a plate piled up with more, Bendy hops up into the chair across from Allura and gives her a cheery wave. He has to sit on his knees to properly be seen above the table.

With his stack of sandwiches placed down, Bendy places a small stack of note cards he's prepared for the event. He's so smart. With a light flourish, he pulls out the top one and extends it to his date. ]

HELLO! I AM BENDY. IT IS NICE TO MEET YOU!

[ He flips through the deck, and pulls out another card. ]

YOUR HAIR IS NICE!

[ Finally, he pulls out a third at random. ]

I AM STARTING A BAND! DO YOU PLAY INSTRUMENTS?

sorry for the delay!

[princessences]

[ Allura hadn't exactly signed up for this, but...she's trying to look at the positive. This could be a good way to get to know some of her fellow "refugees" of sorts. They're all in the same situation together, aren't they? Surely they have quite a few things in common.

Ten people isn't so bad.

She smiles at her "date"--a curious looking creature, though Allura isn't a stranger to meeting different species--and is ready to introduce herself when she pauses, taking the car. ]

"Bendy"?

[ Oh, should she be writing in return? Allura feels like she should have brought a notepad of her own. She places her hand on her chest. ]

I'm Allura. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Bendy.

[ At the third card, she tilts her head slightly, then shakes it. ]

I'm afraid not. I had to learn the Urulack as a child and was absolutely terrible. What do you play?

[figmentpigment]

[ Bendy's head swivels to one side, curious. He didn't know there were instruments he hadn't heard of! The world is an incredible place. He flips the card over, hastily scrawling down an answer to her own question. ]

I PLAY CLARINET AND PIANO AND FLUTE AND GUITAR AND I CONDUCT AND I DANCE! I DO NOT SING.

[ He then fishes out two new cards. ]

DO NOT WORRY ABOUT IT! [and] I AM BAD AT LOTS OF THINGS.

[ Why he thought that second one was necessary to prepare for an event like this is anyone's guess. ]

[princessences]

[ Ah, so he can hear just fine, but can't speak. She can accommodate that. Allura waits patiently to read his response. More instruments she isn't familiar with, though she has heard "guitar" before. ]

Oh, really? You're very talented! That sounds to be a variety of skills.

[ Assuming these are all different types of instruments. Even so!

She does chuckle lightly at the second card. ]

I suppose we can't be masters at everything, as much as we would like to. This place has certainly required some of us to acquire new sets of skills as well.

[figmentpigment]

[ His head bobs enthusiastically at her musing, and he pulls out another card. ]

NEW THINGS ARE WONDERFUL!

[ There's certainly a lot of new things to try in this city, and Bendy's having a blast regardless of how good he is at any of them. ]

[princessences]

[ She realizes the point of this event is to foster interest and potentially camaraderie, but she can't help but be curious-- ]

have you learned anything interesting since you arrived here?

[ Because, at the end of the day, she would like to learn something that helps them all return home. ]

[scatmaam]

Good evening, my lady. [ This one, her intuition told her right away, carried with her a regal bearing, and wouldn't get any casual "lass'ing" from her. Scathach carried with her the one contribution she made to the potluck, if one could call it that; a bottle of amber liquid and two snifters.

As she sat down, she pulled the glass cork from the bottle and poured out a portion of the drink for herself, setting it near the candle before turning her attention back to Allura. ]

You may call me Lancer. Do you drink scotch?

sorry for the delay!

[princessences]

[ Well, Allura certainly isn't going to turn her nose up to an offering of a nice drink from a lovely woman. She smiles warmly, placing her hands on the table. ]

It's a pleasure, Lancer. My name is Allura. And I'm not sure what scotch is, but I would be willing to try.

no worries!

[scatmaam]

The pleasure's mine, Allura.

[ Scathach poured out a portion for Allura, dipping her fingertips in a glass of water and flicking the droplets into the amber liquid, gently rolling the snifter in her hand to stir it before passing it back to her. ]

Scotch, ostensibly at least because this is a world beyond my own, is the drink of my people. Originally was created with malted barley, though has evolved to include other distinct recipes that are still proper 'scotch'. This is of the former, barrel aged for, I'm told, seven years.

A lucky number. [ punctuated with a wink before she sipped her own candle warmed portion. ]

[princessences]

[ Allura watches closely to try and discern if there's a specific etiquette involved. She will say that the drink is, at least, aesthetically pleasing especially with it's crystal clear glass. She's not exactly sure what "barely" is either, but she's fairly certain this is a type of liquor, which is fine with her.

If she can drink Nunvil then she can take anything this world dishes out. Right? (Or so she believes.)

She accepts the drink from Scathach with a nod and a polite smile. ]

We can take all the luck we can get in this place, can't we?

[ Following the other woman's lead, Allura sips carefully, slowly. Her brows raise in surprise. ]

...This actually tastes rather similar to a drink I'm familiar with. "Barrel-aged", you said?

[scatmaam]

Aye, I did. Scotch must be aged at least three years in proper wooden barrels or else it's not scotch. We get very particular about these things.

[ Which was why she specifically drank scotch, and not other whiskeys. ]

[princessences]

[ Allura nods as she takes another sip before setting the glass down. ]

It's actually got a close flavor to something we would drink on my home world. Although the last "batch" I had was aged 10,000 years, so I had a rather...unique kick.

[ She clasps her hands together. ]

Where is it that you're from, if I may ask?

[scatmaam]

[ It would seem like such a simple question to anyone else, but Scathach had to spend a moment to think about how honestly she should respond. Things were different for those who called themselves 'heroic spirits', after all, and old habits died hard. ]

A place called Scotland, these days... [ Close enough. ]

And I'd very much like to try such an ancient spirit, myself.

[princessences]

"Scotland"?

[ Allura repeats, trying to get the pronunciation right. ]

I haven't heard of that world, I'm afraid. Has it been difficult to adjust to this one?

[ She does know that she isn't the only one who has found Aefenglom to be something of a culture shock. And technology shock. And...well, a lot of things. ]

I can say with certainty that we aren't usually so privileged to try something aged so long. My friend was very excited to try it once he discovered it, to say the least.

[scatmaam]

I wouldn't call it difficult, really. More I'm simply unfond of the current fashions in this world. I prefer garments that don't restrict. A warrior has no need of shaping wear. [ Scathach grumbled, still remembering her difficulty finding proper clothes since apparently walking around in her bodysuit would have caused issues. ]

[princessences]

[ She raises her brows, then Allura nods knowingly. While she's used to grand gowns and dresses, occasion has to all for her. Even her more "casual" gown was something that was comfortable and elastic in ways that the fabrics here simply aren't. But she would never slump through the forest in it if she could avoid it. The cape alone would cause a disaster. ]

A warrior? Of what calling?

[scatmaam]

Of my own. [ Close enough to the truth. She wasn't about to speak of Chaldea to a stranger, even if she was a fair one. Heroic Spirits had to practice a certain level of discretion, regardless of the situation. ]

Lancer is not simply a name, after all.

[princessences]

[ A mercenary for hire is her first is her first hypothesis, though she knows that doesn't always have the best connotations. ]

"Lancer"?

[ Now that is an interesting title. ]

Then is that your weapon of choice?

[scatmaam]

If you'll permit me a bit of boasting, my lady, you'll find none better. Save, perhaps, for my disciple, but I fear his most proper form is not in this world.

[ Which... was a statement that would take a lot of explaining if pressed on it, so something about her tone seemed to suggest she rather Allura just... take her word for it. ]

[princessences]

[ She has to smile at that, using the opportunity to take another sip of the drink. ]

I'll have to take you at your word, but I won't pretend that I wouldn't like to see a demonstration some time.

[scatmaam]

I'd be more than happy to do so, my lady. I'd be willing to demonstrate any skill of mine that tickles your fancy.

[ A sip. A wink. She knows what she said. ]

[princessences]

[ Oh. Well then. Allura needs to finish off her glass with that. ]

You have many, I assume?

[scatmaam]

[ Lancer didn't rush through hers, keeping it close to her lips, gently twirling the glass as she contemplated just how to respond. She supposed it was prudent to keep things vague... but part of her wanted to see how the princess would react were she more bold, as well. ]

A great many, that I've practiced over the years. I'm sure I can find one or a few that delight you, of course...

[princessences]

[ There's little--or perhaps quite a bit?--left to the imagination with that. She may need another drink, it feels like it's been so long since she has a conversation like this. Even with Lotor--

--no, no she...shouldn't be thinking about him right now. "Complicated" doesn't begin to describe how she still feels about that. So she pushes those thoughts to the far corners of her mind where they belong. For now. And instead straightens in her seat. ]

I might have some interest in a cultural exchange. Of sorts.

[ Of sorts. ]