BLIND DATES GROUP 2

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an C# &D# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.

[The second group's restaurant is Asian Fusion Dinning. The rooms looks fancy but down to earth and the menu is very varied. Still expensive, however, but you've been given a 100$ budget for eating each!

The lighting is dim, with flickering, oil candles on every table. The place is decorated in stylish black and browns, with Japanese and Chinese wallscrolls and paintings. The overhead music is traditional yet somehow futuristic Asian music, to fit with the theme. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English.

Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

OH YEAH AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE THE RESTAURANT AND GO ANYWHERE ELSE!]

Comments

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

"Darkrai...yes." Simple enough. "It is rarely worshipped, but it is invoked to aid in restful sleep. Was yours affected by knowing her?"

[sicklypriest.livejournal.com]

"No... not that I'm aware of. I'm sure I've had a good night's rest plenty of times while staying here, and none of them stand out to me." Or maybe Cyrus was talking about the negative effects? His mind tipped back to the memory of her lashing out at him against her will, but that didn't have much to do with restful sleep. In fact, after the messy ordeal he didn't find himself at a loss of adequate night's rest.

Thinking about sleep... Rhys did remember one night that had been unforgettable. It happened on his first or second night or so. The episode felt like a dream within a dream, really; a portal where all the nightmares of the students and staff had opened to him. It was far worse to him than any self-conjured nightmare of his imagining. Could it be that Vashta had been involved? Or was it just an unfortunate coincidence? It might be best not to bring that up.

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

"I see. Perhaps you were lucky." It was almost cryptic, as direct as it was, and he stopped walking. "Have you an idea of where to go?"

[sicklypriest.livejournal.com]

"You mean... from here?" He motioned to where they were standing. "Not really, but... I don't think I could stay out here much longer." The priest frowned a little more, then added with a touch of remorse, "I hate to spoil the fun, but... I don't want to ruin it even more by lapsing into worse condition." And that was true. And he hated that it had to be that way. Just imagining staying out for long gave him a phantom reminder of the ache he should feel if he did. What a nuisance he was, sometimes. Cyrus wouldn't think badly of him for it, would he? He had very much liked being called strong several moments ago...

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

"Very well." It was entirely neutral. "I will see you back to the campus then. If I may, what is the nature of your illness?" Perhaps it was simply late--he had been up for nearly 30 hours--but Cyrus thought he had asked it already.

[sicklypriest.livejournal.com]

GO TO SLEEP, CYRUS.

Cyrus had asked a similar question, but Rhys didn't think he was repeating himself, since while it was similar it was still a different question and Rhys was the one to bring it up again. "Mostly fatigue, but I'm also coming down with a cold. You know how that goes, I bet... I probably shouldn't have gone out like this, but I managed just fine in the end, didn't I?"

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

Cyrus wasn't used to being ill. The fever he had soon after arriving had nearly sent him back to Sinnoh, and his scattered colds around the year were a rarity. For all his overwork, he had been healthy most of his life.

"I suppose we both did. I had my doubts about the motivation behind this endeavor...no, I still do. Yet it was a...pleasant evening."

[sicklypriest.livejournal.com]

"I can definitely say the same to you," Rhys replied warmly and with much sincerity. "I'm glad I had the chance to speak with you."

Sure there had been a moment of uncertainty regarding Cyrus's alleged character, but in the end Rhys really couldn't see what Vashta was talking about. They never got around to actually eating the food, and sure Rhys was coming down sick, but he was still able to say with confidence that he didn't regret it one bit.

[will-be-god.livejournal.com]

"I anticipate future conversations." Cyrus bowed slightly, simply a matter of formality. Although he did respect Rhys, something he could say about very few.

He would have a place in that new world. Cyrus would make sure of it.

"For now, I must depart. Until then, farewell."