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Blind Dates C Tables

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with C table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: September 30th
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!.

..well once you've actually talked with your date anyway. If you try to leave before that, they will try to stop you.]

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This was already going well. Vinnie didn't bother to sit down - maybe he could just leave now that he'd met his 'date' and be done with the whole thing. It was clear that this matchup was not what Frank was looking for.

"Yeah, well I'm just here cuz they forced us t'be. That's both've us disappointed."

Wow, someone had an attitude problem.

"Well if you wanna leave now that we've met, it's no skin off my nose. Me, I'm staying here until I've maxed out that budget they gave us."

To make his point, he opened the menu and settled back in his chair.

Vinnie raised an eyebrow. He had never really seen the appeal of fine dining - after a certain point it all tasted the same to him, really, and he had an appetite the size of tiny, tiny bird.

"Y'know we get to keep the hundred bucks, right? You could go somewhere cheaper and keep the change."

Had he turned into a cheap ass since being in debt? Yes, yes he had...

"Reaaally now."

Another look at the menu confirmed that yes, going somewhere cheaper would be just as satisfying. Especially if he could keep the change.

"In that case..." He rose, putting his hands in his pockets and rolling his shoulders back. "Guess I'll head out too. But I never did catch your name."

"It's Vinnie." Ah, well maybe that was a bad start, but the Venusaur figured he should've at least been civil enough to try and offer a handshake. Either way, if they were both leaving, it was a very long elevator ride down.

He shrugged as he suggested, "There's a Happy Burger or somethin' half a block from here if you want. Helluva lot less stuffy than this place."

Vinnie. Right. This time he would remember the name. He accepted the handshake, relieved that this guy didn't seem to be a complete jerk. Just a little annoyed at circumstances, maybe. Frank could understand that.

"Happy Burger, huh?" There was surely nothing ominous about that. "Haven't had to settle for fast food in a long time... Sounds good to me."

He gave the waiter a wave and a small shrug as all the explanation he would offer as he turned to head out toward the elevator.

Meanwhile, Vinnie pushed the button for the lobby. The elevator was still hanging out on ground floor before it slowly started climbing up to the top of the restaurant tower. The little number above the door ticked with impossible slowness.

So then it was just him and Frank standing there for the stupid door to open. For a building this tall, you'd think they would've gotten a faster elevator. Though no master of small talk, the silence was still awkward enough for Vinnie to eventually ask, "...So, uh. You teach, right?"

Wow. Was it that slow the first time he came up or did some kid push all the buttons on the way to the top floor? Good thing they weren't on a tigh schedule.

"Oh, yeah. I teach photography. Or..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, memories of his first class surfacing. "It's Supposed to be a photography class but half the kids are more interested in dismantling the cameras and dicking around with that than actually doing the assignment. Are all the classes like that?"

It was very probably a kid who thought it would be fun play with all the clicky lights.

Vinnie scratched his chin, thinking. "The dicking around sounds 'bout right. Sat through plenty've classes like that." If he remembered correctly... wasn't Red thinking about taking Photography?

"Honestly, I figure most've the students aren't really here for the courses anyway."

"Sure is a lot different from when I was in school." Never mind that Frank did his fair share of skipping classes and generally slacking off, but that was totally different. Totally. Because his school only had humans for students.

"But I guess the school's main catch is being some kind of fighting school, huh?"

God. This ELEVATOR.

Vinnie wouldn't have known the difference. The most he knew was that graduating school was some sort of very important human milestone. Why? No idea.

"Yeah. If they aren't here t'get stronger, they're here cuz they feel they have t'be. That's most've the people I know, anyway." And most of those people were Pokemon, with perhaps a few different priorities in life.

Hm. He thought about it for a second. "Though maybe takin' photos could make you stronger...?"

Oh Elevator, you were almost here. Almost.

Most teens only went to school because they felt they had to, though. Silly Vinnie.

"I dunno about stronger, but it definitely makes you more observant. Once you get in the habit of keepin' an eye out for photo ops, you start picking up on stuff nobody else sees. That's probably what got me through the roughest time of my life."

That an an affinity for whacking the undead with blunt objects.

And here was the elevator! "About time..."

Vinnie nodded as Frank spoke - what he described did fall into his personal definition of strength, which admittedly was already quite broad to begin with. It made sense. "Yeah, I get that."

The people in the elevator left swiftly, looking as though they too were just as sick of waiting as the two men outside the doors.

"A good eye'd get you through a fight better too," agreed Vinnie, entering the elevator. He'd never experienced a zombie breakout, of course, but it was key even in one on one battles. Maybe this Frank did know a thing or two worth teaching.

"Exactly." He hit the button for the main level, hoping nobody else needed a lift on the way down. Hey, hadn't he heard this elevator music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N1lqxg4zGg) somewhere before? "You should give it a shot. I could use a student who's actually serious about it."

Oh what delightful muzak. "I dunno," mumbled Vinnie. It sounded like it would work in theory, but the Venusaur wasn't sure how much time he had to devote to a camera and a photo class.

"I only know how t'work the camera on my phone, that's 'bout it." Though his (very small) gallery did comprise of some impressive penguin-punching.

Ugh. Cell phone cameras. The only thing worse was cell phone quality video.

"That's what the class is there for. It'll teach you how to use better ones. You've only missed the introduction so far, so catching up'll be a snap."

Snap. GET IT. CAMERA PUNS HO HO HO ho ho shut up.

~~Yeah I'm sure your sellout crap disposable cameras are better I mean~~

No, the pun went over Vinnie's head. Sorry. He still looked like he was thinking it over, but... if he just dropped in for one class that wouldn't be too bad...

He seemed like he was being swayed to the idea. But not yet giving a definitive answer, he asked, "What kind've assignments you got planned then?"

~~BLAME MY AGENT :'|~~

"Next class is going to be on getting a good action shot, if that's your thing. Then we got lighting, red-eye reduction, pin-up photo shoots, and we'll see where we go from there." He tapped the back of his hand to Vinnie's chest in a hey-listen-check-this-out kind of way.

"Tell you what, if you're interested at all I'll set you up with some piece of crap disposable camera just to practice with and get the hang of things, along with a short instructional video on composition to get you started."

Do you see how many gigapixels are on this phone man. Giga, that's like. A lot.

Okay. Vinnie liked action shot. And he couldn't deny that he liked the idea of taking action shots - maybe he could even get some inspiration (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDPUbG0oRP8) from seeing something in motion. Very well, Frank, you have convinced him.

"Al'right, al'right, I'll give it a shot." Just wait until you actually saw the instructional video, Vinnie.

~~Whoa, check out that megapixel.~~

It was a totally amazing video, thank you very much.

Then, a few floors up from the bottom, someone got on the elevator. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuKqQ6plZ_I)

~~Megapixle, go~~

Suddenly, the elevator ride became approximately twenty times more awkward. SPIDER-MAN...?

Vinnie, being a master of subtlety, stared openly. Didn't Spinny used to read a comic book about this guy? She showed him a few issues once. He couldn't have been a real guy.... but it was too early for Halloween.

Those tights really left nothing to the imagination.

He spared a glance in Frank's direction, just to see his reaction to this. New person.

~~As a Capcom guy Frank inexplicably wanted to start a tussle with Spidey RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW but~~ He was also staring at this newcomer. But he couldn't be real, the real Spider-Man would never need to use an elevator. And if he did, he sure wouldn't use it in costume.

OR WOULD HE.

Frank made sure he was standing well behind Spider-Man so he could stare at Vinnie and make wild gestures that said something along the lines of "DUDE AM I TRIPPING OR IS THIS A THING THAT IS HAPPENING." And also a lot of self-patting that spoke of "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CAMERA."

Vinnie shrugged, also bemused. All signs indicated that yes, despite all statistical improbability, this was very likely happening.

It was only a few more floors before ground level. Frank, did you really not bring your camera. How could this oversight have happened, Frank. The gods of photojournalism frown on you, Frank, for this neglect.

Meanwhile, as the other man freaked out in desperate silence, Vinnie took his cellphone out of his pocket and calmly snapped a picture. Click

Meanwhile, in TD-17...

The camera sat on the windowsill, gazing out into the night sky. Oh Frank, it lamented, how could you forget me? Its lens shone with unbidden tears.

Meanwhile, back in the elevator...

How could I forget my camera? Good thing Vinnie had one on him. Even if it was just a cell phone. Ugh.

...Wait, come to think of it, didn't his have one too? BUT WOULD FRANK WEST REALLY STOOP TO THAT LEVEL? Maybe if he ever took the time to learn how it worked. As it was, he would not have the time to figure it out, because they were now reaching the bottom floor. Spidey stepped out, either completely unaware of what just transpired or just very smug that he had done that to yet another elevator full of unsuspecting victims.

Frank slowly exited behind him, stopping just outside of it to watch him go.

"...Huh."

That was all to say on the matter, really.

How could you, Frank. Flouncing around with some flowery floozie and some skin-tight superhero as your loyal camera pined for you.

Vinnie was the last to exit the elevator, still distracted with making sure the photo was safely saved. Spinny would love this. Even if it wasn't the real Spider-man, it was a helluva costume. Say what you would about camera phones, they were awfully convenient for those unexpected encounters.

"Wonder where he's going," Vinnie thought out loud as he put the cellphone away. Not that it really mattered to him to find out - he already had enough proof that this hadn't been a dream.

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P-Pokemon Snap?

Y...Yes. That should be an assignment.

It would be. The best day.

I'LL DO IT THEN

I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE INTENSITY OF MY JOYS

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