Blind Dates A Tables

[headmasterhand]

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with A table number.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: September 30th, 2011
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.

[The first group's restaurant is invited to last year's Asian Fusion Dinning, considering nothing blew up and they didn't mind playing host again. The rooms looks fancy

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TABLE A1

[headmasterhand]

[Person whose name starts with the letter F goes first]

Re: TABLE A1

[2x4_of_justice]

Oh god.

Why.

This is terrible.

Flint is resisting every urge to run away right now.

HAHAHAHA

[miss_dreavus]

Sorry, Flint. It's about to get worse.

This whole blind date thing happened too often for Blacky to bother getting all flustered over it, and from what little she remembered about them, nothing really came of them. At least she would get some free food, though whether or not any of it would actually taste like anything to her remained to be seen.

Although when she saw just who her date would be for the night, maybe it would be a little better AND worse than expected.

"Fancy seeing you here." She seated herself, taking a quick glance at the menu. Ha ha wow good thing it was free after all.

PFFFFFF

[2x4_of_justice]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU.

"Uh, hi." Flint was a man of many words. In his head, though, he was thinking Wasn't this supposed to be random why does this keep happening to me well at least it's not another guy "Nice night, isn't it?"

TABLE A2

[headmasterhand]

[Person whose name starts with the letter W goes first]

[staygold_wario]

Feh. Blind dates. Wario was promised a serious raise by the Headmaster if he put up with this, so he begrudgingly accepted. Besides, it couldn't be all bad, could it? Besides, he was given $100 for food! So now he could spend his money on delicious goodness. He could easily get a drink, a full, garlicy meal, an appetizer (or two... or three), and a hefty dessert.

...Then again, he looked at the menu. Okay he might not be able to afford all that. His dinner entree had better be frickin huge, then! And full of garlic.

Well, maybe he'd be paired up with a cute girl. Maybe someone really pretty like that dance teacher he'd seen around the school. Oh yeah, she was a real piece of work. Someone like her would be great! As long as it wasn't that stupid Princess Peach. Or a guy. Ew.

[ihateplumbers]

Bowser walked up to the table.

Bowser saw who was sitting at the table.

Bowser stood, frozen, staring at who was sitting at the table.

Bowser finally spoke, "What the fungus are you doing at my table?"

hsadgjhasdjghsaghasdgsd best match ever

[staygold_wario]

Oh right. Bowser taught at this Godforsaken academy too. Great. Another asshole Wario had to deal with.

"Your table?!" Wario retorted. "This is my table, A2. I'm waiting for my date."

Then it hit him. No. No no no no. Oh God no.

Not only was his "date" male, but his date was pretty much the exact opposite of everything he wanted. It was Bowser. Just... everything about Bowser was what was wrong with him. And there was no way he was going on this "date" with him.

TABLE A3

[headmasterhand]

[Person whose name starts with the letter M goes first]

Re: TABLE A3

[aestheticemblem]

How had he gotten roped into this again? Marth couldn't quite recall, but certainly there he was. It was a nice restaurant. He couldn't deny that. But all the same, it was a little odd to be on whatever these... 'blind dates' were.

Marth had never been on one before, and he supposed any time he went out would be the same thing as a date. Perhaps a blind date was simply a reference to going out somewhere and not exactly knowing where one would wind up.

He'd seated himself at a rather empty table and even looked at the menu. But his mind was elsewhere, to be fair. He'd had a lot going on through his thoughts, but it could have been worse. At least he was still at the academy, which was important.

A hand lifted to straighten out his tiara and his blue eyebrows furrowed to get a better idea of what he was going to order.

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[war_bonds]

The concept of a blind date was one that Sasha (surprisingly) was somewhat familiar with. How else was her mother supposed to set her up with nice, young and most importantly, eligible bachelors after all? Not that anything ever came of her efforts; most men found her far too... icy for their tastes.

At least the restaurant chosen was acceptable - the place was clean and the staff seemed efficient. The décor reminded her a little of the few occasions she had visited yellow comet - all scrolls and candles around the place.

She glanced down at the note in her hand, making sure of the table number, especially since there already seemed to be someone occupying one of the seats. Blue hair and... was that a tiara? A prince perhaps? Or maybe just a pretender. Regardless, it would be rude of her to keep him waiting any longer.

Her heels clicked quietly against the wooden floor, announcing her approach to the unknown blue haired man.

"...A3, correct?"

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[aestheticemblem]

When he was addressed, he'd gotten so locked into his menu that it took him a few moments to register that he'd been addressed. His head lifted, the menu lowered, and he eyed Sasha rather closely. Then he hastily moved out of his chair, and offered her a low bow of respect.

Even after having been so acquainted with the academy and how things worked, Marth could not take all of the nobility out of him. But then again, Sasha didn't know him well, or at all. It could not hurt to make a good impression on her. And perhaps it wouldn't have been such a horrid turnout, after all.

"Ah, yes. Forgive me, Miss." Then he smiled rather kindly, the same kind of smile he gave to everyone -- well, everyone who wasn't rude to him. (And the number of rude people was limited to single digits.) "Permit me to introduce myself."

He moved to pull out her chair for her, gesturing that she should sit. "My name is Marth. It is a privilege to meet you, though you may not find these to be the most favourable of circumstances."

TABLE A4

[headmasterhand]

[Person whose name starts with the letter E goes first]

[power_fokker]

Edward figured this was some sort of delightful little game the hands liked to play on their students, as he never had such a strange event happen over at Capcom High. Not that he'd ever think Wily the type to slip people 100$ dollar bills in their pockets and tell them they had to suit up and meet someone else at a restaurant.

Only now he realized he might not even be a girl. He could be waiting to meet a guy.

Still, he had dressed in his Sunday tuxedo best, his parent's lesson about how to treat a visitor with respect repeating in his mind as he fidgeted with his hands below, waiting.

[ofasandgoddess]

Blind dates. So that's what everything was about. She'd gotten her invitation and was mostly confused about it. Why would they do something like this? She'd had enough dates in the last seven days. Did she need another one?

On the other hand, it was a free meal and maybe it wouldn't be someone she hated. Like Professor Robotnik. That would have sucked.

So when she saw Edward, she was pleasant surprise. As she scooted into her chair, she settled her chin into the palm of her hand. "Well, well, well. You're a sight for sore eyes. How's it hanging, Edward?"

[power_fokker]

There was barely any time for him to quickly get up and push the chair behind her. He had been trying to be polite!

Sitting down again, he gave an awkward grin of a man who had no idea how to address girls properly.

"I'm fine. I'm rather pleased you're here as well and not ahh...male."

TABLE A5

[headmasterhand]

[Person whose name starts with the letter P goes first]

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[shellshot_04]

Why was he doing this again?

Oh right, Parakarry severely needed experience in dating and just plain talking to cute girls as evidenced by how he had yet to call any of the five or six phone numbers in his girl-a-dex despite the fact that he and Knuckles had gone to that club months ago.

At the very least he had volunteered this time around instead of being signed up behind his back.

He tugged on the end of his napkin, his stomach already feeling queasy from nervousness.

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[vela_nova]

Blaze really didn't like the idea of blind dates, or dates at all. She was thinking about meeting new people, trying to make friends while she was here. But she had to work up a lot of nerve before she could finally do it. She wasn't sure what to make of the guy sitting at the table when she arrived. She didn't say anything at first, simply taking her seat. "Um... hello," she quietly said.

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[shellshot_04]

"Ah," The jittery mailman promptly stopped prodding at his napkin to look at the girl sitting across him.

"Oh...hello," he replied while cracking a timid smile. "My name's Parakarry. It's nice to meet you uh..."