[WORLD ONE] SPEED DATING EXTRAVAGANZA

[spellbindmods]

Who: Participating coven members
Where: The Palai marketplace
When: Day 49
Open/Closed: OTA

[ Any and all who are in the marketplace will find that there is suddenly a mysterious barrier around the marketplace (that may be eerily familiar to some) -- specifically one large portion of the marketplace with a large number of tables and chairs, perhaps purposefully set out for nefarious reasons.

A few Palai are ushering coven members to chairs, and everything seems about normal. As normal as the Palai can be when they're putting on a show anyway. It's not until a sizable portion of the coven members are seated (and also supplied with breadsticks and small shrimp), that things get a bit more bizarre.

Thanks to the power of the Eltos, a small band of energy keeps coven members stuck to the chair (magic can interfere, of course), but that's not the end of it. On each table, next to those delicious smelling breadsticks and shrimp, is a bowl of scraps of papers. Every five minutes, a strip of paper will pop out from the bowl.

If you ask the Palai, they'll be inclined to explain speed dating to you. Asking questions, getting to know a person, then being shimmied off to the next potential mate -- this is made possible by Elto magic yet again, through flying chairs that transport their holder to a new table at standard intervals.

The Palai are extremely invested in this exercise? Will you let them down? ]

[ OOC: In the spirit of speed dating, each character will have a top level. All who want to respond to this top level can with questions from this post, but the threads have to end at 10 comments from each character. After this last tag, the characters can be assumed to have been whisked to a different potential match. You're free to have characters make up their own questions, interact with Palai serving food, etc. ]

Comments

[enflame]

No. ( Said very astutely. ) But it feels weird to want to know such...pedantic things about people.

None of these questions seem insightful or probing, anyway. Nothing worth talking about "mating" over.

[cadventuretime]

[She's fine and accepting of that. Being dead means that you're pretty much nobody's cup of tea.]

I'm going to take that as a cue to go off script then.

What is your type?

[enflame]

( He couldn't have shot himself in the foot more accurately if he was actually firing his gun at his big toe. )

I hardly think that's something I'll discuss with a near perfect stranger.

[cadventuretime]

...this is why the questions are pedantic. Because if they were too revealing, then it doesn't really initiate conversation.

[She says with a wicked smile.]

[enflame]

You can talk to someone and get to know them without asking about something like the type of person they'd want to date.

( Not that he can think of any questions to ask himself, but he's sure they exist... )

[cadventuretime]

Hmm, maybe, but it is the fastest way. Sometimes the answer isn't in what they say, but how they answer the question.

And hey, there's always food when things aren't going well.

[...]

[munch munch]

[enflame]

I told you to get your own. ( Emil's going to need all the food he can get his hands on to distract himself through this embarrassment fest. )

Fine, then. What is your type? ( There's actually a chance he IS curious; what does a green person look for in a potential mate after all?? )

[cadventuretime]

CUTE GUYS!

[She didn't even hesitate.]

And girls sometimes too~ I'm not picky. Its hard to be when you're dead.

[enflame]

( This information would seem pretty run of the mill to most, but seeing someone who swings both ways isn't entirely that common back home. The casual admittance is something that piques his interest, though he won't press it.

-- Actually, the whole being dead thing is a better thing to focus on anyway because oooookay. )

You don't look like you're dead. ( Well, she IS green but dead people aren't green where he's from. If she is dead he will scream and flip this table. )

[cadventuretime]

I'm not green and have staples in my arm and legs as a fashion statement. That's an undead skin tone, and those are keeping my limbs from falling off.

[She's seeing the reaction and is basking in every moment of it. Give her a few more seconds and she's liable to do something crazy like pop off a limb or something.]

I am a zombie. I have been dead well before coming here, and if you didn't have this conversation you would have never known that.

[enflame]

( ....Well, there is truth to that. In that she didn't try to eat him like zombies from back home. In a more complicated mind this may bring about the true sentience of the undead or something, but he's a simple sort.

Also, it's not like he's 100% convinced anyway. It's probably a good thing his chair is trying to magic him away, but he's still insistent on getting a nudge in. )

I have personal, first-hand knowledge of undead creatures and I can't think of one of them that can talk or perform fine motor skills. If this is some sort of ploy, it should probably be better thought out next time.

( He might need something crazy, like popping a limb off. )

[cadventuretime]

[She's getting that feeling too. So she's got to make this quick.]

Yeah you're right, I'm lying.

[The seat begins to do its magic thing. As she's being lifted off her seat (and she all but screams "wheee~~") she'll resist that temptation and instead take the moment to pop her head off.]

[She'll then raised her severed head to Emil and shout at him.]

SEE YOU LATER, SNACK CAKE!

[enflame]

( WELL THAT'S CERTAINLY SOMETHING DIFFERENT. There's no table flipping or spontaneous combustion, but seeing someone's head come apart from their body and then call him a......snack cake; what the fuck is that? It's certainly not appetizing or polite.

He would make some sort of retort but Emil's sure that if he opens his mouth he'll make a very high-pitched, terrified noise or throw up, one or the other. Until next time, actually!real zombie girl...until next time. )