Who: Everyone! Open!
When: Friday evening
Where: The Green Houses
Format: Paragraph or action, whichever you prefer
What: Charity Dating Auction
Warnings: Um, hopefully they can behave themselves? A little?
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Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends. We're so glad you could attend. Come inside! Come inside! )
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To get things started, we have Sebastian Michaelis. Sebastian is from London (Pardon Zack, but he's going to say the word a bit slowly; there aren't Londons back on Gaia, after all.), which is also where they make awesome, in case you didn't know. He's super tall, very polite, likes butlering, cats, standing up, learning new stuff, and also he smells really good. Does he? I never noticed... You should probably take him somewhere nice, though, because look at his shirt. It's classy. He may not be a royal butler, but he's royally cute you guys!
I'll start the bidding at 30 ivories!
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[Yet the bidding started at thirty...
Yeah, this is why Elena shouldn't be allowed to attend auctions. And she could probably get someone to dust for half that, really. But that's not the point anymore.
It's principle. PRINCIPLE.
Elena makes her way to the front of the crowd after calling out her bid. See her face, Sebastian. Know it. Memorize it.]
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Go, Elena!
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He's just going to stand straight and tall, not even wincing when he hears what has to be Dawn's introduction.
... Nor when the blonde emerges from the crowd to bid a high price. He could guess who it is, but Dawn's exclamation confirms it.
Oh, Miss Elena Of-the-Turks. Finally they meet. Sebastian just glances sideways at Elena and cracks a smirk. Let her do as she pleases. If she wins him, she'll receive perfect service.
It is what he's good for.]
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Jennifer rolls her eyes and slides up a bit in her seat, watching that Tall, Dark and Somewhat Demonic (what, like attracts like) guy.]
[Bet he has a bitchin' accent, too.]
110!
[Sure, why not?]
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What. The Hell. Is that.
The horror. The utter horror. It's one of his own kind, but... but... It.
Why is it INSIDE ITS FOOD?
He's barely able to keep his composure, even in front of a crowd of people.]
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But oh. Oh no.]
200!
[She works a lot. She's got a few ivories to spare.
And if not. Well. She can always beg Mello for more.]
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Well, may as well find out!]
...210!
[...fuck, it's just like eBay. You can never resist throwing in just one more bean.
Besides. Why the hell is he looking at her like that?]
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300! No, wait...250!
[Oh no! She's shown weakness to the enemy! Elena blinks a couple of times before bidding against...herself.]
350!
[Does she even have that much to spare? She could always sell the grenades that she wrangled from the rats.
...But she really wanted those for herself.]
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[But.]
[She just can't help herself, so...]
...351.
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...Oh!]
351 and a suit!
[What? She has a closet full of spare Turk uniforms. They have value! They're like ivories in the bank!]
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Laney, Jennifer's right. It has to be ivories, otherwise I'm gonna end up with people trying to bid weird stuff. Like...goldfish.
But if you need to be a little late on my pay one day to get out another bid, Elena, I can handle it. [Smirks. Anything to foil your plans, Jen.]
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Finally, her eyes narrow.]
Four hundred!
[She'll get it. She'll get it if she had to get in that Arena herself.]
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