What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with C table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: September 30th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.
[The third group's restaurant is a rotating fancy restaurant, the tallest in all of FDC! The
place is high up in the air, and you can see all of the city from
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Then he heard about the blind dates taking place on the same day he was arranged to meet this contact. Oh. At first he was a little disappointed, but mostly confused - he never signed up for anything like that. After a little consideration, he decided he couldn't turn down the opportunity to meet some charming lady and maybe have a good lay. Besides, there was always the chance that this was some anonymous tip after all and the blind date thing was just a cover. They would blend right in.
So he slicked his hair back, threw on a dress shirt and nice jacket, and headed out to the restaurant. It didn't take him long to find his table, though he didn't really like being the first one there. Being second would have given him an opportunity to watch and analyze his companion before approaching.
Oh well.
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Not exactly feeling enthused about the whole affair, the Venusaur hadn't really bothered to dress up. He walked into the place looking about the same as he did most days: hair a leafy mess and shirt several shades too blindingly pink to be allowed in the establishment under normal conditions. S'not as though the waiters could kick him out anyway, proper footwear or no.
He had to double check his table number when he entered in when he noticed some chairs had already been filled, but... wait. He walked up to C7. Who the hell was this guy?
Vinnie stared, unamused, before echoing his thoughts: "Who the hell're you?"
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In truth, Frank had been a good little snoop and browsed the school directory to get a good idea of who was at Smash and just what they did, and whether or not they seemed interesting enough to keep an eye on from the get-go. Vinnie was not one of those people, and while he recognized the face from the ID photos, he'd forgotten the name. All that mattered was that this was not a lady, and if he didn't know who he was, probably not a contact either. Lame.
"I'm Frank West, and I'm here for a date."
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"Yeah, well I'm just here cuz they forced us t'be. That's both've us disappointed."
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"Well if you wanna leave now that we've met, it's no skin off my nose. Me, I'm staying here until I've maxed out that budget they gave us."
To make his point, he opened the menu and settled back in his chair.
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"Y'know we get to keep the hundred bucks, right? You could go somewhere cheaper and keep the change."
Had he turned into a cheap ass since being in debt? Yes, yes he had...
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Another look at the menu confirmed that yes, going somewhere cheaper would be just as satisfying. Especially if he could keep the change.
"In that case..." He rose, putting his hands in his pockets and rolling his shoulders back. "Guess I'll head out too. But I never did catch your name."
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He shrugged as he suggested, "There's a Happy Burger or somethin' half a block from here if you want. Helluva lot less stuffy than this place."
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"Happy Burger, huh?" There was surely nothing ominous about that. "Haven't had to settle for fast food in a long time... Sounds good to me."
He gave the waiter a wave and a small shrug as all the explanation he would offer as he turned to head out toward the elevator.
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So then it was just him and Frank standing there for the stupid door to open. For a building this tall, you'd think they would've gotten a faster elevator. Though no master of small talk, the silence was still awkward enough for Vinnie to eventually ask, "...So, uh. You teach, right?"
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"Oh, yeah. I teach photography. Or..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, memories of his first class surfacing. "It's Supposed to be a photography class but half the kids are more interested in dismantling the cameras and dicking around with that than actually doing the assignment. Are all the classes like that?"
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Vinnie scratched his chin, thinking. "The dicking around sounds 'bout right. Sat through plenty've classes like that." If he remembered correctly... wasn't Red thinking about taking Photography?
"Honestly, I figure most've the students aren't really here for the courses anyway."
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"But I guess the school's main catch is being some kind of fighting school, huh?"
God. This ELEVATOR.
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"Yeah. If they aren't here t'get stronger, they're here cuz they feel they have t'be. That's most've the people I know, anyway." And most of those people were Pokemon, with perhaps a few different priorities in life.
Hm. He thought about it for a second. "Though maybe takin' photos could make you stronger...?"
Oh Elevator, you were almost here. Almost.
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"I dunno about stronger, but it definitely makes you more observant. Once you get in the habit of keepin' an eye out for photo ops, you start picking up on stuff nobody else sees. That's probably what got me through the roughest time of my life."
That an an affinity for whacking the undead with blunt objects.
And here was the elevator! "About time..."
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The people in the elevator left swiftly, looking as though they too were just as sick of waiting as the two men outside the doors.
"A good eye'd get you through a fight better too," agreed Vinnie, entering the elevator. He'd never experienced a zombie breakout, of course, but it was key even in one on one battles. Maybe this Frank did know a thing or two worth teaching.
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