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Break the Ice for the 50 First Dates

Who: Mostly guys, but girls are welcome too
What: Open Office Log that is really an Open Date Log
When: Jan 5th-Feb 10th
Where: ANYWHERE YOU WANT. FOR A DATE.
Warnings: M for Mostly men. And probably usage of the nose-blood icon. Also protective brothers, collect the entire set!

Sasha had never really dated. Being a 18 year old girl who hadn't really done anything involving going out to kindle relationships and because all of her recent thoughts made her realize she needed distractions from real life, she figured her best chances in experience the dating scene was to check out the available single men at the school (it was much better than what the mountain offered her, in any case). Now that most of her large wounds had, at least, closed, the scars could be covered by a simple bandage or tasteful ribbon (like on her head. She felt courageous enough to see if she could find a few guys to her liking. Surely a little but of crusted skin wouldn't turn them off to much (she hoped. Or maybe it was a good way to test them. YEAH!)

Experiencing what the city had to offer with a few guys who had caught her eyes, she hadn't realized that it was just a disaster waiting to happen?

[If Sasha sent you an invite, just tell me the date's uh date and location, if they offered to take Sasha or they are going to go somewhere cheap/free, and we can log a date. If Sasha did not send you an invitation...you're still invited. It seems someone has found one of her 'good for a date' coupons left lying around somewhere and photocopied it, slipping it under doors. Men...and women. Sasha is not going to turn them down because maybe she really had invited them and it would be 'most terribly impolite to forget one's own invitations', as Koko would say. That's weirdly courageous. Mostly dumb.

She will treat each date as unique...and probably note you based on performance during the date. Uh sorry. SOME MIGHT HAVE ENDED UP IN RED TEAM'S HANDS AND THE MIGHT NOT BE TOO HAPPY, WOOPS.]

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Vinnie didn't reply, only seething at himself from behind the bathroom door. He considered, for a moment, perhaps just this once, allowing Sasha the dignity and privacy of a night out with Max. That maybe his work here was done and he should simply wish her every happiness.

But the moment was fleeting, and the second the two were out the door, the Venusaur whipped out his cellphone with startling speed and began to text.

Somehow, Sasha's coupons had slipped past Marie; either Kojiro had thrown it out without telling him, or they were one of the few untouched dorm rooms. Either way, Marie was pretty much oblivious to the situation.

At the same moment that all this drama was unfolding, Marie was curled up on his bed, with the latest issue of Seventeen. And then his phone began to buzz.

help how?? what are u talking about?

thats just the same thing but with the words in a dif order!!! where are u?

And so Marie walked over to Sasha's dorm. He did not bring his scooter.

"My scooter's outside... What's going on?"

Behold, Vinnie wearing a hoodie covered in tears and snot, with hair mussed up so furiously that it looked like a tossled bedhead angst sponge. He spoke urgently.

"Okay, Sasha's been giving out date coupons." He waved his crumpled photocopy coupon for the third time that day. "DATE COUPONS. I dunno how many dates with weirdos she's been on, cuz they've been spread all over the place and she hasn't been turning them down. We gotta make sure she's okay."

Vinnie's appearance was definitely alarming to the easily-alarmed little Squirtle. His urgent tone didn't help much either. Marie's expression gradually became more and more anxious as Vinnie explained the situation. Sasha was handing out date coupons? And to complete strangers?

"Are you serious?" he mumbled back. "Do you know where they're going?"

Marie knew of Max. Marie knew of Max because of the time he had totally kicked Vinnie's ass. That was all Marie knew about Max. This did not settle well with him...

"I overheard them. Some grill your own steak place. I think I know the one, I think Sonny's been there before - probably with Max."

Vinnie was trying to dab excess snot from his hoodie while he talked, but in the end it was all in vain. Whether his annoyed look was from his soaked clothes or his sister's date was hard to tell.

"But I kinda promised Sis that I wouldn't get in the way of her an' Max cuz he won our spar, so I need you to back me up."

Marie hadn't heard of the place. That means Vinnie would have to navigate.

"If we leave now, maybe we can follow them there," he said, starting to walk to the exit, and motioning for Vinnie to follow him. He also started to mumble to himself about how he thought they were just spying and he didn't see why there would be any need for backing Vinnie up.

Anyway. Marie's little scooter, which he had- for whatever reason- received from Red's mom, didn't go too fast. Catching up with Max's orange tank wasn't likely, but Marie had wrongly assumed they were headed there on foot.

Vinnie followed. "Shouldn't be too hard. Max'll probably be driving his tank, so we can just follow the trail of treads and crushed cars, probably."

Anything would've been faster than Vinnie trying to follow them on foot - which would consist of him stopping for breath every two minutes and getting lightheaded halfway there. But then, he was also mistaken in thinking that scooters could go as fast as say, a motorcycle, which he had rather been hoping for.

Marie looked back at Vinnie with a look of complete confusion. Who the hell drove a tank around town? Vinnie clearly wasn't being serious...

It didn't take long for the pair to make it outside. Once they did, Marie looked around for tank tracks... And then glanced to Vinnie. Then to his scooter. Then back at Vinnie. "You're going to have to ride on the back."

Vinnie was all kinds of serious, Marie. In fact, he starting to look pretty grim about the seating situation on the tiny blue scooter as well. He hadn't exactly thought this through.

With a bit of a groan, he was forced to acquiesce. "...Fine." He waited for Marie to get on the scooter first before trying to figure out an extremely awkward sitting position with what little seating space there was left.

This didn't seem promising. But Marie strapped on his helmet anyway, and took a seat on the scooter. He felt a little silly with his helmet on- there were goggles attached to the helmet too, and that just made it worse. The scooter only went about 20 miles per hour at most... What were the goggles even for...?

"Don't laugh..." he mentioned, not looking at Vinnie.

"Hey, not laughing," reassured Vinnie in a tone resembling mock innocence. Okay, he was snorting a little bit on the inside, but since he was the one asking a favour of Marie, he didn't have room to talk.

There wasn't much room for Vinnie on the end of the seat, but he tried to manage in a whups-sorry-about-that-personal-space-bubble-I-just-burst sort of way. He wasn't really sure where his hands were supposed to... grip, on this thing. Was he just going to have to grab onto Marie? Cuz he was gonna fall off otherwise, even at 20 mph. (This would be easier with vines.)

Marie attempted to look back at Vinnie, but just ended up knocking heads with him. Although Vinnie was a little close for comfort, he was going to have to hold onto Marie, and he had only just realized that. Thankfully, physical contact with his team members or anyone he was close with usually wasn't too horrible...

"I think you have to hold me," Marie mumbled, looking ahead. Not too horrible, but still awkward.

"Right." Well, if it was all right by you then, Marie.

Vinnie put his hands on the younger bro's shoulders - that being an adequately unfeminine way grab him, right? He managed to find a foothold as well. So minus any and all safety gear he could've been wearing, the Venusaur was ready to roll.

All right, awesome. Time to spy on their sister. Somehow. He hadn't really thought out the details yet.

And so they were off...! At 20 MPH. They were clearly going to catch up with Max, Sasha, and Max's giant tank in no time. Marie, honestly, had never gone faster than 15 MPH, but he was willing to put the pedal to the metal for Sasha's sake.

Once they had left the school, though, Marie had no clue where to go. And so he sort of puttered about, keeping his eyes open for any giant tanks or tire tracks...

At least it wasn't too hard to hold on at this speed. Once he could get over the awkwardness of fitting two dudes onto a small scooter, this was actually kind of fun. (Maybe he should get some sort of sweet vehicle too.)

Similarly, Vinnie was also on the look-out - because how hard could it be to spot a tank in this city? But on that off-chance, he was also looking for any street signs and landmarks that would signify that they were going the right way. He was pretty sure the restaurant in question was in this general direction...

Eventually, he spotted something that rang a bell. "Hey! I think the place should be somewhere down that street!"

It was hard to hear Vinnie through his helmet and over the sound of the wind. But he managed to make out a muffled "down that street." And so Marie turned down that street.

Sure enough, there was a tank parked outside a steak restaurant. Any doubts about Vinnie's story flew out the window as Marie pulled up beside the tank and parked his scooter. He struggled with the kickstand for a moment, then promptly removed his helmet and turned to face Vinnie.

"What are you going to do when we get inside? Like, pretend we're eating there together or something?"

Vinnie was off the scooter and darted over to the restaurant window as soon as he was able. He peeked inside, crouching sneakily (he hoped) outside of view while trying to discern Sasha and Max's seating.

Which wasn't too hard. Max stuck out like a sore thumb. Red Venusaur eyes glared tiny daggers in his direction. He gestured over to Marie to join him in this amateur display at spying.

"Maybe... I don't think we can get inside any other way. But if she sees me, she's gonna kick my ass."

Marie walked over to join Vinnie at the window. He spotted Sasha immediately, and then her very large date. As Vinnie spoke, Marie didn't take his eyes off the couple, but listened intently.

There's no way Vinnie and Marie's presence would go unnoticed by their sister. And so Marie offered Vinnie his helmet and goggles. "You can wear this. Gimme your shirt, and you can wear my hoodie, too."

~~Little did anyone know, Marie was actually a trained master of disguise.~~

Marie, Vinnie was little over six feet tall. You were 5'3". "M, your clothes are way too tiny for me," he muttered. Even the helmet might've been a tough fit. Still, the Venusaur slipped out of his pink hoodie (all the tears and snot were drying thankfully) and handed it over to his bro. Take care of it, that was a present from Mac.

He was wearing something underneath it, thankfully, because the sight of a shirtless man in helmet and goggles would've stood out even more. They were a very, very snug fit on his head.

Honestly, Marie had not thought that through completely... He took Vinnie's adorable, pink hoodie, folded, and tucked it under his arm. The timid Squirtle hadn't really thought about what he was going to do with it, either. And so he unfolded it again and put it on over his other one and pulled the hood up.

Once they were both finished exchanging and putting on things, Marie offered his bro a thumbs up and an inquisitive look before inching towards the door.

Wearing two hoodies doesn't make you look weird at all, Marie. Vinnie adjusted his googles and returned the thumbs up, following his partner in espionage.

"We gotta get inside while they're distracted," muttered Vinnie in a low voice. Why was he whispering while they were still outside? No idea.

But some weirdo seemed to be making a loud buffoon of himself at Sasha and Max's table. Maybe this was their cue to get inside.

[Scooting over here (http://community.livejournal.com/sbg_logs/580265.html?thread=36106921#t36106921) if that's okay Katie!]

Edited 2011-01-30 11:45 (UTC)

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Break the Ice for the 50 First Dates

MARIE. YOU AND ME. LET'S GO.

I GOT YOU BRO.

MARIE, GRAB MY TATTOO.

ADVENTURE...!

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ha ha late

it's ok 'v'

ha ha latey late later

now who's the late guy??? (hint: me)

NUH-UUUH IT'S ME

WELL NOW IT'S DEFINITELY ME, SO...

I DON'T CARE

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