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Speed Dating

WHO: Anne Weying
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Friday 15th
OPEN TO: Speed Dating Participants, mingle section OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed

Anne had gotten the box earlier in the week, and while there were not any actual instructions included, it was pretty clear what the items were intended for. Name tags, cards, the candies, hell - a whole supply of contraceptives - the only logical conclusion was some sort of dating event. Apropos as they were just a day over her world's Valentine's Day, to boot. She appreciated the distraction putting together something like this would provide.

One additional request needed to be made, considering her idea on formatting the evening, and that was for a brass bell from Tony's forge.

She arrives at the Inn early to set up; moving tables aside and setting it up for a couple rows of two-person seating, and setting out mugs on each table full of conversation hearts. She pulls one table up by the front where she gathers sign-in materials; name tags, metallic sharpies, little info cards and pens ... she also gets two large bowls and fills them with the condoms and diaphragms; might as well make them accessible.

The index cards she fills out with questions that she thinks will be relevant, puts an announcement, and fusses with a few last minute touches.

Info Card:

Name	Position
Reeve Tuesti	Rotating
North Dakota	Seated
Marian Hawke	Rotating
Peggy Carter	Seated
Lucifer Morningstar	Rotating
Alistair Theirin	Seated
Samantha Moon	Rotating
Reyes Vidal	Seated
Thor Odinson	RNG - Rotating
Rosa Diaz	RNG - Seated
Ezio Auditore	RNG - Seated
Phryne Fisher	Rotating
Leonado de Vinci	Rotating

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Get yourself a name tag, fill out an info card, and Anne will direct you to be seated or wait for the bell if you're going to be the one moving partners. Once everyone is signed up and ready to go, she'll ring the bell to begin, and then every five minutes for a full rotation.

While half of the Inn Anne has rearranged for the event, the other is left relatively untouched so people not participating in the event can still come and go and get their regular meal - or, if people in the event decide they want more than five minutes to talk to someone.

Anne's table has all the necessary items to get started, and she is on hand to answer any questions.

Name: Alistair
I've lived in the village for: Just over a month, I think.
My Idea Of Romance Is: Probably silly. Bad jokes, flowers, kindness, long talks, gentleness.
My thoughts on pets are: I prefer not-dogs if there are going to be pets.
My favorite place in the village is: I don't know yet.
One thing I miss from home is: Not very bloody much. I kind of miss hearing some of the hymns sometimes.
I am looking for:
[X] Friends
[~] Friends+
[?] Romance
[] Other (please specify):
[He has drawn a picture that might be an animal but looks more like a fuzzball with eyes.]

Name: North Dakota
I've lived in the village for: Two Weeks-ish
My Idea Of Romance Is: Warm smiles watching sunsets. Laughter with friends. Corny jokes and kind words.
My thoughts on pets are: They are absolutely wonderful and I clearly need a dog.
My favorite place in the village is: The Inn, so many great people.
One thing I miss from home is: My Twin Sister
I am looking for:
[*] Friends
[no] Friends+
[?] Romance
[*] Other (please specify): Due to circumstances, I identify as biromantic asexual. Please ask me what that means if you're not familiar with it. If that isn't cool, let's be friends.

Edited 2019-02-15 18:12 (UTC)

The bell rings, Reeve gets to his feet and... Just about freezes when he gets to the next table. Oh. Well... this wasn't awkward at all. For half a moment he dips into the navy blue power, returned to him on his way back up to the village from the farms down South. Surely it would tell him that bypassing this table would be the best option for him right now. Instead the soft light just hovers over the chair he's meant to fill.

Yeah, I get it. Apologize.

With a sigh Reeve sits down and doesn't look right at Alistair. Doesn't even put his card on the table yet.

"This is likely not the appropriate time to do so, but I ask your forgiveness. I pressed more than I should have, I failed to speak to the faith I had in you, and let my concern get the better of me. I would like to blame it on the fact that I spent several days operating under a different colored device, which seems to have had some impacts on my core personality. But the truth of the matter is that such behavior might have been slightly altered, but the sentiments behind them were my own. I was concerned for you, and I expressed it in a way that was inappropriate and hurtful to you. I understand you have no reason or need to forgive me, but I ask that you consider it anyway, for I truly do wish to be your friend."

There. With all of that out, in a practical rush of speech, Reeve finally looks up, meeting Alistair's... Well, not his eyes. He's still too self-conscious for that. But he does at least get his eyes up as far as Alistair's neck. So it's progress in the face of his shame. Especially considering his knee-jerk reaction to the whole thing had been to flee south for a few days.

After the bell stops ringing Reeve gets to his feet and heads over to the 'mingle' area that Anne had mentioned while he was getting his name-tag. It made sense, after all. It was a good place to talk with some of the people he had spoken with earlier. And, more than that, it was a good way to potentially connect with the people who had been in his own position, moving around tables to meet other people.

He settles down with a cup of tea and his card still twirling through his fingers, because frankly, it's a bit strange to have it. The name tag he was used to. Back home he had a nice brass-plated one for when he was at official gatherings like this, just in case people didn't recognize his face. But for now, though, he was happy to sit and wave down anyone who might look interesting to talk to.

Name: Reeve Tuesti
I've lived in the village for: Two Months
My Idea Of Romance Is: A really good question that I don't know how to answer
My thoughts on pets are: Cats are divine, dogs are good
My favorite place in the village is: My office
One thing I miss from home is: Cait Sith
I am looking for:
[*] Friends
[*] Friends+
[*] Romance
[] Other (please specify):

This... wasn't how the inn was usually set up. Nida is absolutely mystified as he enters, intending to get some food and maybe some supplies for his outing tomorrow. What he finds instead is... Well, this. There's a table with Anne sitting at it, clearly looking like she's in the process of something, and that gets Nida to stroll over, looking a bit confused.

"Uh... what's up with all of this?"

Wait, are those condoms? Well, yeah, a few of those are going into his pocket.

He'd not really been looking at who was next.

Just. One moment there wasn't Reeve, and the next moment there was -- and there were words. A damned lot of words.

Alistair stared at him, blinking owlishly as the words just kept coming. That was... That was a lot of talking. And Alistair stared the whole while until Reeve was finished.

And then, he began quietly, trying to piece together that flood he'd just heard. "So," he began. "I... I think I understand.

"You're saying that you were worried, but it came out more blunt than you intended. You have faith in me, but your worry made it sound harsh instead of understanding. Do I have that right?"

"Aye," Reeve agreed. And then he turned just the littlest bit red at the word choice. "I mean. Yes. That's right. There was some degree of concern for other people as well, but I have noted since we first met that you, perhaps, have a very low concern for your own health. And that worries me."

He's used to worrying. And he's used to friends who are completely reckless and unreasonable. More than once he's been given cause to give them the same lecture, and only failed to do so because he knew it would mean nothing coming from him. Even if he had wanted to sit some people down and lecture them.

"Oh, it's a speed dating event. Between the box of supplies I got, and the fact that February 14th is a holiday about love in my world, I figured this might be a nice change of pace from the daily grind."

She's a little more sedate than usual, but subtly taps the condom bowl with a knowing look, "Try to leave some for the others too, okay?"

"Well. You're not wrong," Alistair said. It didn't cost him anything to admit it because... well, it was true. "I've gone through years of training to be on the front line. I was raised to be a soldier - first for the Chantry, then for the Wardens. If you worry about how much you get hit instead of how many hits you spare the people who can't take them, you can't do your job.

"But." Alistair held up a finger to forestall any argument before he went on. "Like I said. You're not wrong. Lately, before I came here, I didn't put much stock in staying alive. You've heard me mention the Wardens - just now, if not before. Well, part of being a Warden was a greatly reduced life span. From the time you become a Warden, your time had a limit. Mine was creeping up on me. And I'd gotten here from an attempt to distract a giant spider away from other people, so they'd have a chance to escape. I volunteered as a sacrifice so they'd make it. So still being alive, after the past few years, hasn't--

"Well.

"In all honesty." His gaze was fixed on the table by then, playing with his own fingers. "In all honesty, still being alive right now isn't the best news ever. I was done. I was ready to be done. I was ready for everything to just. End.

"So part of what I'm doing tonight is trying to find more reasons to not feel like that. Meet more people. Stop... hating everything. And stop feeling so tired. And part of that is to tell you that I'm sorry, too, for losing my temper and threatening you - and I'll gladly accept your apology, Reeve."

Leonardo was uncertain he understood how any of this works. But it seemed like an entertaining distraction from his work, and there were people he knows there! So he could have cheerful conversations and eventually go back to what he was doing. At the moment he still has soot on his fingertips, although it's mostly blended in to his skin so it won't dust on other people, but the rest of him appears (mostly) clean. There may be an occasional streak of soot on his cheek or neck as well, that he didn't see.

He smiled at Alistair and leaned in to read his card, curiously. "You don't like dogs, my friend? Alas." Leonardo quirked a finger at him, leaning in playfully as if he was telling a secret. "I prefer cats myself, outside of knocking everything off of my work table." He had no pets of his own, of course, mostly for that reason. He leaned back in the chair. "Oh, and birds. I love birds."

He frowned at the card. "What does friends and that symbol mean?" To the +.

Oh Hawke cannot wait for this. She had a grin like the cat that ate the canary when she sat down across from Alistair. His highness, although not apparently, for this poor soul. He still was handsome as all can be, but she found his awkwardness endearing, and if nothing else, Hawke loved socializing and making friends. She still couldn't help wanting to tease them all the same, so that was the mischief in her dark eyes.

She looked at the card and chuckled. "Your idea of romance might very well be the sweetest thing I've read, Alistair." It wasn't a bad thing, but as far from her concept of sex there was. Romance? Well, she was still wounded about that, underneath all the bluster, but it wouldn't show.

"I was raised in a kennel. I'm... tired of dogs," he answered, waving his hand this way and that. "But I do prefer cats, too. That... uh. Well." He tapped the symbol in question. "It means ... for my understanding, that is--" he quickly interjected, "--friends that... uh. Sleep together, but who aren't more than friends. They aren't romantic. They just. Happen to.

"Sleep together. Does that make sense?"

He was blushing. Up to the ears blushing. But he was trying, because it was Leonardo, and he liked Leonardo. In a 'protect him from the world' sort of way. And maybe more, but he wasn't sure acknowledging the 'more' was the best idea. Yet.

Well. Maybe it was. He wasn't sure.

Damnation.

He looked at the card and then shrugged. "It's the best I could come up with. I've not had much room for romance in-- uh." He blinked. "Ever."

Rubbing a palm down his face, Alistair sighed. "I just depressed myself a little. Andraste's armpit. Anyway, coming 'round to see who's happened into the village lately? I've seen you here and there with... I don't know his name, but he looks vaguely Antivan."

Well, he is a bit relieved, isn't he? It's quite visible on his face. Of course, there's also concern. A good bit of it actually. For the life of him Reeve wants to reach out, to touch Alistair's hand, to try and explain that he cares about how the man is. Instead he, at the very least, looks up at Alistair at last.

"I'd... be very happy if I could assist you in feeling like living. If nothing else, I hope to inspire you with projects."

Then he smiles and shakes his head. "Though I suppose continuing to assure you that you're an attractive man I'd enjoy other bits of time with might be... unwelcome in the light of everything."

"I'm only taking a few," Nida pouts at her. "You would think, after Foggy's thing, it would be okay. But I can put them back if you need."

He considers the rest of what she told him and frowns. Speed dating. How weird. What even would someone want to do that for?

"You can't know someone quickly without a fight."

"No, you don't have to put them back, I'm just suggesting a little quantity control since these are, as far as I'm aware, a rare commodity."

See she could have kept them all to herself (although she did knick one of the diaphragms before heading over), or hold onto them to sell, but she's being gracious in leaving them out for everyone - including late-teens who probably shouldn't be engaging in such acts but have been through so much already she's not about to lecture. It's a different world out here.

"Is that how they do matchmaking where you're from?" Curious, and considering what she's seen from Seifer's vision she wouldn't doubt it. "This is just one of many tactics from my world."

"Fine," Nida says, taking one of them and putting it back. See, he's a guy that will work with you.

And if she dared to suggest he was a 'late-teen who probably shouldn't be engaging in such acts' he might just walk off with more of the bowl, just out of pure need to be contrary.

"Don't know," Nida shrugs. "Never dated. Mercenary school sort of didn't encourage promiscuity and all of that. You could be kicked out. I can't speak to normal people."

"Well, you can date without being promiscuous, or did your school regard emotional attachment as its own form of promiscuity?"

He won't get that lecture from her. This is only her second time meeting him, though, and he's a little more ... abrasive? .. than her first impressions had been. "Where I'm from, it's usually centered around some form of getting to know the other person. Event like this is supposed to condense it down to short-bytes of info while still being face-to-face. Dating apps seem to be the most popular now, where you can pick someone based entirely on a few photos and a brief description - although lets be honest, no one ever reads the descriptions - but they have to match with you as well in order to have the option to talk. I tend to meet people face to face in some aspect while on the job."

Name: Reyes
I've lived in the village for: Two months
My Idea Of Romance Is: [...] Sharing adventures together.
My thoughts on pets are: I'd like a peacock cat. If someone happens to have too many cats in their home, please contact me immediately(!)
My favorite place in the village is: The back corner of the inn on a busy night.
One thing I miss from home is: Jump jets. Blaster pistols. Whiskey. Holovids; god, I miss movies. (Sorry, those were four things.)
I am looking for:
[✓] Friends
[✓] Friends+
[?] Romance
[ ] Other (please specify):

"We were training as mercenaries, so... I mean, I at least was trained that way. I was intel and infil."

Not normally something he said. A mixture of being orange and impulsive, and this new desire to connect with people, sort of got that out there anyway. Unfortunately the orange is also making him a bit more... like the teen he never got to be.

"I guess that makes sense," he says after a bit of time. Then he frowns. Thoughtful. When he speaks again, it's at a conspiratorial tone, not a whisper, but definitely low to avoid being heard. "If you know how to manage this, you probably know a bit about dating, right? Can I ask for advice?"

"I'm more of a bourbon man myself," Reeve muses as he looks over the card, smiling at it. "But a good whiskey is most definitely comparable, in a pinch. As for movies, I don't think I've seen one in a few years."

He does chuckle as he puts aside Reyes's card, and offers his hand across the table. "Reeve, as the name tag says. I've got to ask, what constitutes an 'adventure' in your books?"

At least he dressed up in his 'nice' clothes today. Which in this case is a nice pair of jeans and, well... the shirt isn't as nice, but at least it makes him look more approachable than a scrubs top does.

His own card, of course, he has already passed over to Reyes.

Name: Reeve Tuesti
I've lived in the village for: Two Months
My Idea Of Romance Is: A really good question that I don't know how to answer
My thoughts on pets are: Cats are divine, dogs are good
My favorite place in the village is: My office
One thing I miss from home is: Cait Sith
I am looking for:
[*] Friends
[*] Friends+
[*] Romance
[] Other (please specify):

Edited 2019-02-16 00:20 (UTC)

"I'm no master of matchmaking and it hasn't always panned out like I'd hoped -" Considered herself a good judge of character until everything with Eddie went down, "but I can certainly give it a try." And to be honest, normally she wouldn't worry about the one time things went horribly wrong; Dan was good, Eddie had been good in his own way, but she's been feeling a little jaded herself about her own dating experiences.

She leans against the table and half-whispers back with that same conspiratorial tone; "What would you like to know?"

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Speed Dating

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Hello, my name is: Alistair

Hello, My Name is: North Dakota

Hello, My name is Awkward Fail

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