Speed-Dating [Party Thread]

[smithnjones]

[[OOC: Wanted to get this post up since family might arrive tonight. If under-18-year-olds attend, Martha will set up a separate section for them exclusively. Treat this like a party thread! Post in your character, and then the assumption will be that everyone who attends (in either the over 18 group or under) will have talked to your character at

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[anjelsword]

Aniki is also in attendance, strictly because this is a good chance to get basic information on broad sources in a short amount of time.

She's mercenary like that.

The whole thing seems rather silly to her. Five minutes to ply for someone's favor, while not entirely unreasonable, is still pretty ridiculous. If nothing else, it looks to be an entertaining evening.

[feelmymusic]

Since Sakura is pretty much straight, meeting the men makes her nervous. What if they're interested? Or interesting. It's scary!

Meeting the women, however, is just the chance to be social, and Sakura loves being social. It's a distant second to playing music, but it's still second.

"Hi! Nice to meet you. I'm Sakura, and I'm a violinist." She offers her hand to shake.

[anjelsword]

Aniki shakes Sakura's hand roughly, as she's wont to do. Handshakes for her have always been a test of strength as much as anything else. It's a hard habit to break.

"Aniki. Swordswoman."

[feelmymusic]

Sakura's got strength in odd places, but the muscles that go into a handshake are not among them for the most part. Now her left hand that does the fingering? That would be different.

"Swordswoman? Does that mean you're a wanderer?" Based on the handshake, Aniki isn't an angel or demon, thus old enough to be resisting a career change or something.

[anjelsword]

"I'm a swordswoman," she repeats. "And a rusher." It doesn't matter where she is or what someone else wants to call her. "And I'm from the other side of the rift. You?"

[feelmymusic]

"I'm a local. I was born in Chicago, went away for school, came back a few months ago." She can't help smiling. Chicago may be insane, but she loves it.

"What's a rusher? Is that like a messanger?" She looks a little confused as she tries to place the word.

[anjelsword]

Aniki gives a little grumble of displeasure. "It's an enforcer, lass. Muscle. I make people bleed."

Among other things.

[feelmymusic]

"O~h. No wonder I didn't know it. I guess that's the kind of work that's easy to find anywhere, isn't it?" Or maybe not at all! Sakura knows very, very little about such things.

[anjelsword]

"If you want an unskilled skullcracker, maybe. If you want a person with more than ham-fists and the ability to spit four feet, you get someone like me."

That's oversimplified, really--she's a mercenary, and a mercenary does what a mercenary needs to. But it chafes, being here, being stuck here.

If Rosto were here, he wouldn't be sulking. If Rosto were here... well. She'd at least have something more to do.

[weaponof_choice]

Peter's not entirely sure what he's doing here. He was walking by and then there was a Martha and she had him by the arm and... now he's sitting at a table across from Aniki.

"Uh." He pastes on his most polite smile. "Hi."

[anjelsword]

She can't help it. His expression makes her laugh. "Hello, you poor thing. I take it you weren't exactly asked to join this little game."

Aniki recognizes the face of someone who's just been roped into a friendly game of dice--and really, this is the human version of that.

[weaponof_choice]

"Yeah, no," Peter replies, scratching the back of his head almost bashfully. "I was just walking by and I got dragged over."

He offers a hand; the least he can do is be polite. "Peter Petrelli."

[anjelsword]

"Aniki Forfrysning." Her grip is hard and calloused. She's considered using a fake name, but here and now there doesn't seem much point to it. "At least most everyone who you'll talk to here is friendly."

More or less.

[weaponof_choice]

Her grip surprises Peter with its strength. He decides not to ask about it, though--it's rude, and very likely to get him made fun of.

(Peter's managed to learn a few lessons about women along the way, here and there.)

"I hope so. And it's a good way to meet people in general, I guess. Did you get roped into this too?"

[anjelsword]

Lessons well learned. He very much would have been made fun of.

Poor lad.

"Oh no, I'm here by choice. As you said, it's a good way to meet people."

One can never know enough about the people one shares Chicago with. "You're local?"

Aniki's found that people respond one of two ways to a question like that; either they're vaguely flattered one thinks they blend in and demure, or they're annoyed at the assumption and are quick to dismiss the possibility.

Or, you know, they are local. Three ways. Whatever.

[bemagnetic]

"Hello, beautiful," Jacob says with a sly smile as he slides into the chair across from her.

He tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows in an attempt to look innocent which is clearly not working.

"Too much, too fast? Hey, we've only got five minutes. Gotta come in strong."