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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Whoa. Raikov's eyes widened at that.

"Two years..? That's a long time... Has it always been this.. crazy?"

Maxwell stroked his beard (because he totally had one, it being November and all) and leaned back a little in his seat. Had it always been this crazy? Maxwell gave a little nod that was partially in confirmation and partially in contemplation.

"I guess that depends on... which part you think is crazy." He chuckled a little. "It's been... how should I put it? A very varied experience. We haven't had any more space invasions though, so I suppose things are... relatively calm?"

Okay, he wasn't expecting to hear that.

"... Space invasions?"

"Oh yes. Goodness that will have been two years ago in February!" His birthday. He'd been blowing up aliens in tanks, charming cows and trying not to get killed. A wonderful time indeed.

Maxwell picked up the menu to look at it while he talked, but he ended paling slightly before he found the words to continue. Goodness this was... quite the pricey place wasn't it? Ha, ha, ha.

"They were called aparoids. They came to... well, wipe people out, essentially. I believe they possessed the powers to look into one's mind, as they often changed their forms to resemble people from the past and present... Enemies and friends alike, and in some cases yourself!"

He gave a quirky grin. "It got pretty gruesome!"

Raikov sat silently for a few moments, all that information slowly sinking in. Aliens, coming to take over the world... That was stuff you read about in those scifi books Yevgeny loved so much...

"It.. hasn't happened recently... has it?"

Maxwell gave a reassuring shake of his head. "Not incredibly recently, no. You can hardly tell it even happened anymore..."

He glanced out the window at the city stretching out around them, looking somber for a moment. "A lot of this city was reduced to rubble at the time. I doubt the building we're sitting in now was standing by the end. They... really did a bang up job with the reconstruction."

That was... somewhat reassuring. But he still felt uneasy.

"Did anyone get killed...?"

"Not that I'm aware of... Definitely no one ~~that wasn't an NPC~~ from the school, at the very least, though some of us were in... well, not the best of shape."

He unconsciously cringed a little at the memory of his own plummet from the sky. Not the best of shape indeed.

"Should it happen again... Well, I know the students would be more than capable of handling a similar situation. They're really quite amazing."

"That's good..." He relaxed a little. The students did seem quite fiesty... "Do you teach anything?"

"Not officially," Maxwell replied. He seemed happy to navigate to another topic. "I'm an assistant for the scientific classes, and function as a residential adviser for the student dormitories." So, you know, nothing important.

"I see." Eh, you needed the small-time employees to have a place run smoothly. Too bad Raikov wasn't sure what else to talk about and he was hungry. "Think we should order something?"

"That seems like a good idea..." The scientist had been trying his best to navigate the menu, but all of the dishes were multiple leagues ahead of him in terms of sophistication, which... pretty much meant that he had no idea what half of the menu items consisted of.

"What sounds good to you?"

MEANWHILE a server arrived to inquire what sort of drinks they'd be wanting that evening. "Oh, mm, just a hot tea, please."

"Hmm.. Prime Cote De Boeuf," he said as he looked over the menu, then ordered an iced tea with lemon for himself. "It says it's a good dish for two."

Off the server went to the lands of hot and cold beverages.

For two, hm? "That sounds quite convenient. Would you like to split that then?" He asked pleasantly. And then, after a pause, Maxwell lowered his voice a little and leaned in a bit closer.

"Uh. Is that a steak or something similar?" It was surrounded by beef items on the menu. He was trying to use context clues!

Being a glutton, Raikov had tried many dishes in his life - which included foreign ones as well. "I... believe so. Ribsteak, if I remember correctly..."

"Oh! Well I think that would make an excellent selection," Maxwell replied with a thoughtful nod. Perhaps they could also find the elusive, hidden dessert menu and split something off that as well. If they could find it. Sneaky bugger. Except there wasn't one. WHOOPS.

They could always go somewhere else for dessert! Raikov could rarely turn down food.

He seemed to have read Maxwell's mind though as he skimmed through the menu once more, "I wonder if they have desserts here..."

"Sometimes they're in separate menus..." Maxwell looked over to the inner end of the table to see if there was hiding over there. It took him a moment to remember that they were at a high-class establishment and that most likely extra menus would not be hiding in plain sight like at other more common eating establishments. There was a wine list though!

"Hm. How peculiar! Perhaps they find their dishes so good they don't need desserts."

Raikov huffed and casually leaned back in his chair. "We'll just have to be the judges of that, hm?"

Yes, food was serious business to him.

BLIND DATES GROUP 3

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