SPEED DATING RERUNS: READY, SET...

[TempoPrestissimo]

1,2,3,Go!

And Now Introducing...~

Name: Charon Styx
Job: Host
Theme: Brand New Bitch - Anjulie

Charon was there, of course, before everyone else, just sort of getting set up. His tendency for odd jobs meant that he really wasn't all that nervous, and he had spent most of his time flirting and joking with the restaurant staff. Another night, another pay cheque, but at least he ha coerced Perry into coming out. That served two purposes; one, ir got Perry out for a little socializing and two, it did so in a way that Charon could keep an eye on him and make sure nothing bad happened.

Not that he needed to, Perry wasn't an invalid, but he was overprotective by nature.

The establishment was a nice one, not fancy enough to be uncomfortable but enough to look classy. They were in one of the back rooms normally rented for parties. Being as there were only nine or so people expected (wait, nine? that was going to be a problem!) they didn't need tons of room.

Each of the tables were set for two and they each had a numbered card on it on a stand. Another stack of numbered cards sat by the doorway. Charon picked a random chair and sat down, waiting then for everyone to show up. It should only be a couple of minutes.

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And Now Introducing...~

Name: Dorian Vivace
Number: 1
Theme:Agent Tex - Jeff Williams

Also starring...~

Name: Raziel S.
Number:2
Theme: Spygame - Parov Stelar

Last but not least...~

Name: Tempo Prestissimo
Number: 3
Theme: Aluminum City - Honeycut

"Hey, wasn't Cy supposed to show up?" Viva stepped into the back room in a manner she thought was mostly unnoticeable, but was quickly picked out by Raz. Being as he had probably been waiting for someone he knew, she wasn't surprised. Instead, she rolled her eyes and nodded.

"He bet me I wouldn't be able so survive it so we switched spots. 20$." She said flatly.

Raz laughed quietly. "So, despite the fact that you two are actually rolling in money, little dragon killer, and the fact that you have a joint bank account, you're still going to submit yourself to this?"

"I have a reputation to keep."

"Ah."

"And wasn't Rae supposed too show up?"

Raziel laughed again and winked at her conspiratorially. "Long story short, I have a reputation to keep up." He said quietly. That managed to bring the faintest of smiles to her lips. There were already other people around but Viva had no interest in talking to any of them. She'd sit, get herself something decent to eat (it was weird having to remind herself that she could afford such a crazy idea), and deal with this bullshit until she could go home.

Viva stewed in silence as Raz was called away, an arm around his shoulder and a friendly voice pulling his attention to a theatrically dressejavascript:add("","")d red-head. "Raziel, my dear boy, whatever brings you to an event like this?" the woman absently intoned. Raziel shrugged. "Boredom and a desire for a sorter lifespan? Even more confusing, why are you here?" He asked her, a little incredulous.

Tempo shrugged and smiled dreamily. "Haven't the faintest."

((NOTES: First post is everyone showing up, then I'll post as Charon to get this underway. Harm, you know the drill, lol. Rawful, I'm sure you'll catch on just fine. PAIRINGS TO BE ANNOUNCED IN THE NEXT POST!))

[rawful]

Perry Beech Perry stood next to the host, his best friend, eying the tables apprehensively. Charon had described the restaurant as sort of, business or office casual. After googling what that meant he did his best to look the part, wearing a nice button down shirt and settling for a pair of jeans that weren't dirty or torn in place of slacks. Even though he was sufficiently covered, without a baggy hoody or sweater to hide under, he felt over exposed and self conscious, constantly pulling the edge of his shirt away from his body. He didn't want to be here but Charon politely reminded him that you don't meet people by staying home watching Ren & Stimpy all day, so he begrudgingly agreed to go.

"So uh, where do I sit?"


Sally StringsSally lingered by the table drawing her number, and helped herself to her seat. She was dressed unremarkably, in a single piece short grey dress that would have looked plain and boring on anyone else had she not been so, generously endowed.

Arlo Iolora A man walks into the restaurant and helps himself to one of the numbered tables set aside for speed dating. He doesn't seem to be prepared for a date, not in torn jeans and a dirty well worn large brown coat, his choice of seating arrangements was probably a fluke he wasn't aware of. Searching through the menu, he offers the items a confused look and fiddles absent mindedly with a napkin.

[Harmonis Licanthya]

Lilliana
A small head poking in the door following delicate footsteps would be a sign that Lilliana has now entered the building. Her eyes constantly shifted watching all the other members, waiting for someone-anyone to either say something to her or acknowledge her presence in case they know there. She glided over to the table to pick a number only to notice a familiar dark-headed figure brooding in a corner. With a mischievous smirk on her face she tie-toed over and *pounce*

Stryker
People. People everywhere. Why? Why did he listen to people and decide to go for this event? Oh yea - blackmail. 'Stupid women and evil ideas' he grumbled internally, cursing all things for him being here. It looked like a normal social gathering with few people chatting here and there. He walked over to a table with numbers on there and grabbed the first one in his line of sight before stalking to the corner and brooding. Immersed in his own thoughts, he didn't realize someone approaching him, but only felt the weight on them on his shoulders. "Oh, it's you again," he deadpanned with a slight twitch of a smirk appearing on his face, "did you run out of people to bother and decide to come keep me company?"

Melody