smash_logs | 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 Leon's first time in this predicament... at least to his memory.

But a fancy restaurant and money that wasn't his was going to make whatever or whoever came out of this all worth it.

He arrived and approached the table, wearing his usual more-formal attire of black suit with green blazer. (http://www.google.com/imgres?q=lupin+cagliostro&um=1&hl=en&safe=active&client=firefox-a&sa=N&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&biw=1280&bih=615&tbm=isch&tbnid=3qa1rOJbNTK9YM:&imgrefurl=http://www.flixster.com/photos/the-castle-of-cagliostro-18659955_w434_h_q80-11414920&docid=DkVVsSxEz-y5XM&w=434&h=289&ei=dDuJTuSSCIWugQfgyPH5Cg&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=715&page=1&tbnh=124&tbnw=165&start=0&ndsp=20&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0&tx=68&ty=39)

And then a fat ball of a 17 year old waddled up to his table, wearing black overalls and a red shirt that had... soy sauce? stains on one sleeve.

"Hi, I'm Apple Kid," he said, introducing himself, and holding his hand out to shake the other's hand.

His hand is probably sticky. You don't want to shake it.

Oh.

OH.

What was this unsanitary tub of gross doing here? Probably passing by getting to know the staff, right?

Right?

He did not want to shake the hand. But he did.

"Hi," he responded hesitantly. "I'm Leon."

"Are you my date?" he asked. "I didn't even sign up for a date but the hands told me I had a date to go to."

"Aren't you a teacher?" he asked.

"Is that legal?" he asked.

Something... in the pocket of his overalls... moved...

"Am I your date?" Was he?

"Are you a kid?" Seriously?

"I'm pretty sure most societies frown upon things like this..." What's that moving? Oh my gosh, he must be so filthy there's probably vermin in his pants! Leon was cringing now.

"I guess you're my date."

"Well, I'm seventeen, so I guess that counts as a kid."

The thing in his pants pocket moved more.

And then a mouse poked it's head out of his overalls and looked at you.

Leon stared back. At the mouse. Then at the kid. Well... the almost-adult.

"Are we dating the mouse, too?"

It could have been worse. At least Apple Kid wasn't some douchebag, and at least he wasn't Goose, but that kind of fits in douchebag terrain! Leon is going to get this over with and schedule an appointment with his shower after this.

"Have a seat. There should be enough funds to buy you kids some ice cream sundaes."

Apple Kid (Adolescent?) finally took a seat at the table.

"No, the mouse is my pet mouse. He's sort of my assistant."

He has a mouse for an assistant. That's perfectly normal.

Apple Kid picked up the menu... he was clearly leaving streaks behind on the menu. "Everything sounds so good; I don't know what to get."

"Alright." With Pokemon running rampant as they are, a mouse assistant is not surprising at all. Still, maybe Leon will give him a piece of fancy cheese or something at least.

Leon glanced for a moment at Apple Kid holding the menu and just... picked up his own menu to divert his attention. Maybe if he didn't think too hard, he could actually stomach some food.

Try snails. They suit you.

"Are you in the mood for anything in particular?" He asked dryly.

Hurrah, cheese!

Apple Kid was staring intently at the menu. "My favorite is cheeseburgers," he said. "But I don't see any of those on the menu. What do you like, Mr. Leon?"

Leon was, right now, a little more disgusted as he kept reading parts of the menu he understood.

"I'm partial to pasta myself but this menu is featuring probably every last co-worker from my home planet on a platter!"

Not that Peppy Hare was exactly a co-worker, but WOOD-OVEN ROASTED DEVIL’S GULCH RANCH RABBIT LOIN sure reminded him of such.

"Steak comes from the same animal as hamburgers. You could try that."

"Your coworkers are fish?" Apple Kid asked, seeing the fish at the top of the menu. "That must be exciting. And wet."

"The steak looks nice," replied the round young adult. "I wish they had a cheese dish for my mouse, though."

Blind Dates C Tables

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Welcome to Apple Kid. Please leave your cleanliness at the door.

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Re: Welcome to Apple Kid. Please leave your cleanliness at the door.

Re: Welcome to Apple Kid. Please leave your cleanliness at the door.

Re: Welcome to Apple Kid. Please leave your cleanliness at the door.