Blind Date Meme

[feelnothinatall.livejournal.com]

I feel vaguely bad posting this since we've had a few other memes over the last few days but. I wanna spam the hell out of everyone. .___.

In honour of the fact that it's Valentine's tomorrow in my corner of the world, I bring you the Blind Date Meme!

Somehow, someway, your character has agreed to a blind date (or several). Maybe they were coerced into it, maybe they don't actually mind the idea, maybe it's just Stacy messing with everyone's heads again, but they're here now. And at the very least, it shouldn't be boring for them.

♥ Make a comment for your character, you can outline a mini-setting if you want. (Think along the lines of the 'Waking up in bed' meme we had a little while back.)

♥ Other characters comment to that as the other half of the blind date!

♥ SPAM HAPPENS.

♥ My inbox dies horribly PROFIT!*




* 'PROFIT' may not apply if participants' idea of profit is anything other than large amounts of spam. Offer void outside the internets.

Comments

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

Well, it seemed like a good time.

[subject change!]

Did you want to try it on the ground? Or are you satisfied?

[Ignoring the fact that Brainy was forced into this in the first place.]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

...I guess on the ground would be acceptable. Just to ensure I have the basics down.

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

All right.

[Lyle lands and waits for Brainy to lead.]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

[...he can do this. Hopefully without treading on Lyle's feet. And here we go again!]

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

[Lyle is not afraid of your tiny robot feet. Wait, are your feet made of metal? How much do you weigh?]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

[All of him is made of metal! And he weighs a lot more than you'd expect, since he goes from adorable robot to seven foot version with lasers and cannons.

Mind the toes, Lyle.]

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

[Is it light metal? Grife. Maybe he should've teased less.]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

[That does help to not make him weigh an insane amount (it's just not practical to be really heavy, after all), but it's still a fair bit of weight there. He will have his revenge on your feet!]

...something wrong?

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

Nope. You're doing fine. [Don't get distracted, pay attention to where you're putting your feet!]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

Really?

[For the moment, not on Lyle's. For the moment.]

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

You're surprised? I told you it'd be easy for you to pick up.

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

And the flourishes? I'm not sure it would work so well, considering...

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

We can skip that. Since we've only done that once. [Also: my toes.]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

Alright.

...so when do these things stop?

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

Either when the song ends, or when you want to stop. And since they're playing just for us, they're not going to stop.

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

So we just... stop?

[He does. Too bad about that foot under his.]

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

[Godddddddddddddammit.]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

[Grife. Luckily flight rings allow for really fast getting-off-Lyle's-foot.]

I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention...

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

That-- is--

[hold on, the clutching his foot auto-reaction has taken over]

Grife, you're heavy.

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

[Awkwardly rubbing the back of his head now]

Yes, well. I do change into something much larger and the extra material has to come from somewhere...

...It's not too badly damaged, is it?

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

[Maybe not, but Lyle is stuck floating there and trying very hard not to make a big deal over this. Which is unfair. If your foot is hurt, you should get to swear and whimper a lot.]

It's ... it's all right. [Lyle is a manly man and will stand up straight and ignore it. It does hurt less already.]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? There are a lot of delicate bones in the area and it wouldn't take much to check them just in case...

[If it helps any, Lyle, he's clearly feeling incredibly guilty right now.]

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

No, really, I'm fine.

[That doesn't help, really. He's trying to think of a change of subject but failing.]

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't believe you.]

Maybe I should check it anyway...

[Oh. Well. Some weather we're not having due to controlled climates, hey?]

[smartnass.livejournal.com]

[Lyle sits, his legs crossed European-style.]

You can check if you like. [Maybe it'll give him some time to think of a subject change.]