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

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[Nura is on the dance floor of a bright and vibrant club, laughing and having a good time. She's wearing a tight gray, sauve dress with matching boots and star earrings. Many men come close, but when they see the wedding ring on her finger, they turn tail and leave. Nura doesn't mind. She loves dancing.]

[outthink-death.livejournal.com]

[Querl is... trying to exit out the door without being noticed. Bright clubs? Not his thing, and Nura will likely have more fun on her own.]

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

Querl! There you are! [no such luck, Querl. Nura spots him in an instant, grabs his hand and pulls him onto the dance floor with her.] C'mon! This is my favorite song! [of course almost every song is her favorite.]

[outthink-death.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to stand there, arms folded, alternating between glaring at everyone and frowning at her. Grife, you'd think the crowd could have covered his escape.]

I don't dance, Nura.

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

[against his precog wife/fiancee? Not a chance. Luckily/un-luckily for him, the energetic ballad was at its last few seconds and a slow song comes on. The club lights dim blue hues.]

Please? [she holds out her hand.] For me?

[outthink-death.livejournal.com]

[Grife, Nura. This is awkward and he's rubbing the back of his neck a little.]

...I'm not well educated in the area.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Oh, I doubt that. [she smiles her warm smile of encouragment and takes his arms and puts them around her.] Just take my hand [threads her fingers through his] and follow me. [she pulls him into a soft slow dance. It's step, step, turn rhythm.]

[outthink-death.livejournal.com]

[Querl moves about as well as... an extremely uncomfortable guy who can't really dance being made to dance in a room full of strangers. The word 'relax' apparently isn't part of his vocabulary right now.]

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[Nura lays her head on his shoulder and smiles softly. He's trying; that's what matters.]