smash_logs | BLIND DATES GROUP 3

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an E# & F# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
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 above! It slowly moves around itself so you can see the city from 360 degrees.The menu has all sorts of things. 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 reddish lanterns hanged on top. The overhead music is half traditional Italian love songs, half that band you don't remember the name of and sometimes a little song sneaks in. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English and talk-like-a-dis despite the menu not being 100% Italian.

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!]

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"Um. Mine, I'm pretty sure." He reached into his pocket to retrieve the table assignment he'd received earlier, and held it up to the card. "Yeah, this is my seat." He shoved the paper back into his pocket, and looked back towards the archer. "Why?" Of course, it was entirely possible that Shinon was actually his 'date' and he was just confirming, but... There was a little bit of a doubt in Fuel's mind -- after all, he'd put on his sign up that he wanted to be arranged with a girl. Not just a girl, but one in his age range. The thought hadn't crossed his mind that maybe his request had been ignored, and so, like the considerate, tactful person he is, Fuel leaned across the table towards Shinon and decided to voice his concern in a hushed voice.

"You're not... y'know, some kind of weirdo, are you?"

His face screwed up. Did he really just ask that? Of course he wasn't.

"Che. Why the hell do you think I'm here?" he spat, pointing a finger at Fuel. "F4, my date." The word date was said bitterly as he stared Fuel down from across the table. What a day he was sure this would be.

Or maybe it would mean nothing at all.

Fuel made no attempt at hiding his disappointment. He heaved a sigh, and slouched forward in his seat, picking up his menu. Maybe when he put it back down, Shinon would be gone.
It didn't take him long to figure out that he had no idea what anything on the menu even was. Most of it sounded made up. He set it down, and looked back up at Shinon, confusion written on his face.
"D'you know what any of this stuff is?"

Shinon hadn't bothered to look at the menu, but when Fuel mentioned it, he halfheartedly snatched it up, skimming over the words.

"Yeah, this is the stuff they serve at high-end joints like this," he informed the younger of the two. "You have to have been to one to understand. This is just their way of making it more confusing so you can't tell what you're getting on your plate, so you hate it anyways and they get your money."

Not that Shinon had ever been to a fancy restaurant. He was just saying things again.

BLIND DATES GROUP 3

Re: TABLE F4 : PERSON WITH THE LETTER F IN THEIR NAME GOES FIRST!

Re: TABLE F4 : PERSON WITH THE LETTER F IN THEIR NAME GOES FIRST!

Re: TABLE F4 : PERSON WITH THE LETTER F IN THEIR NAME GOES FIRST!

Re: TABLE F4 : PERSON WITH THE LETTER F IN THEIR NAME GOES FIRST!