smash_logs | Blind Dates: B TABLES.

What: BLIND DATES! Round 2.
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with the letter-number combination B#.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 30th, eveningtimes.
Warnings: ???
ALSO, HEY, TAG YOUR CHARACTERS WHEN YOU REPLY TO THIS LOG. ♥

[The second group has been told to find some place somewhat out of the way. It's at the other end of the city, and maybe a little harder to find than the others. The dining room is bigger than it looks from the outside, though, and it's actually rather nice. There's quiet music playing overhead. There seems to be a little of everything on the menu, but it all does seem a little fancy. It's expensive, but it's not like you're paying, right?

It might have been smart to dress nice- but not too nice- for your date. At least that's what Gold suggested!

There's a candle at every table. Beside each candle, there is a card. On each card, there is a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

And feel free to leave at any time, with or without your date.]

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The tigerdog stamped his front paws with inexpressible joy as she pulled out the phone and started dialing numbers.

Then there was a poof of smoke.

"ME," said the man. "I WANT TO TALK TO HER. I NEED TO HEAR HER VOICE."

Jock, calm down. Jock, why are you resting your head on this poor girl's shoulder looking down at her dialing the numbers. Jock, this is probably a bit too intimate for this pure, innocent maid.

Well you probably already crossed the "too intimate for this pure, innocent maid" line by sitting on her. She wasn't trying to run away, if that was a good sign, but that may have been because she was too worried that he would chew her head off of she did.

"Whoa, uh-- 'Kay... Here ya go." Hilda held the phone out for him.

Jock grasped the phone tightly and prayed that Blue was still alive to answer it.

The phone rang.

And rang again.

It rang three times.

That was probably too many times. BUT LO WHAT WAS-

"Hello?"

"MOM," said Jock with great force. "MOM WHERE ARE YOU YOU AREN'T AT THE RESTAURANT WHERE MY DATE IS AT ARE YOU DEAD MOM I NEED TO BE THERE FOR YOU MOM TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE."

There was a pause as Blue recovered her hearing.

"Jock, I wouldn't be talking to you if I were dead. I'm fine. I'm at a different restaurant, having a date with someone I promise will not kill me. Whose phone are you using...?"

Jock looked at the girl whose phone he was yelling into. "A TRAINER WHO KINDA LOOKS A LITTLE LIKE YOU I DON'T KNOW HER NAME TELL ME WHAT RESTAURANT YOU'RE AT SO I CAN BE THERE WITH YOU."

"A little like... Okay. Are you still with your date?"

"HE'S ON THE TABLE."

Wheatley was still on the table.

He had since tipped over and would be lying optic-down if not for the bread basket in his way, which had caused him to stop at an awkward forty-five degree angle. Every so often, his top handlebar would wiggle in an apparent effort on the part of the spherical AI to right himself.

Needless to say, it was not a very good view.

"On the table."

Ok.

"Ok. Don't ditch your date, Jock. That's a bad thing to do."

"YES MOM ANYTHING YOU WANT MOM, YES NOW WHERE ARE YOU," said Jock as he walked over to the table and with his free hand he grabbed the handlebar that was wiggling occasionally. "MY DATE IS WITH ME."

Though he had to admit it was a nice change of pace to not be left somewhere to flail about with his handles, Wheatley was none too happy about being back in the grasp of a crazed dog-person.

"Is that--is that your mum? You've got your not-dead mum on the phone?"

Good.

"YOUR SON IS A LUNATIC," he shouted, apparently for Blue to hear. "HE'S A RAVING LUNATIC AND HE TRIED TO KILL ME."

"MY DATE IS A BROKEN MAGNEMITE, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, MOM, HE CAN'T EVEN FLOAT," said Jock forcefully. "I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL ANYBODY, NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT."

"HE SPIT FIRE AT ME AND USED ME AS A CHEWTOY AND NEARLY SHOOK ME TO DEATH."

"....."

". . ."

"Jock, lower the phone so I can talk to the not-Magnemite, ok?"

"But, but, but, but, but mom I need to know where you are, you don't have time to talk to this guy," said Jock in a softer tone.

Edited 2013-01-16 04:39 (UTC)

"I am super duper a-okay, Jock. I think my restaurant is a few blocks away, but we can meet up when we're both done. Let me say hello to the Magnemite."

Edited 2013-01-16 04:44 (UTC)

Jock wibbled. Mom had told him to give the phone to the Magenemite. She did it twice. He didn't want to. He wanted to go meet with her right now. Not later. Now.

But he put the phone down to the ball and said, "My mom wants to talk with you. You'd better be nice to her on the phone. Don't say mean things to her."

Oh, good. Maybe now he could talk to someone with some sense.

"Yes, hello? Your son is insane. Also a dog, were you--were you aware of that?"

"Mmm, yes. Very aware. He's an Arcanine. I hope he didn't chew on you too much, Mr.... Uh. I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Wheatley," he said, as if this particular detail was very important.

"I am damaged, by the way, I've got the little red warning windows popping up in front of my optical display, so I'm going to run a diagnostic and if anything comes up, you'll be hearing from my lawyer."

Wheatley totally had a lawyer.

What if he totally had a lawyer.

She did not have enough money to deal with lawyers.

"Wheatley. Ah. I'm terribly sorry, I hope everything is all right. You sound fantastic though."

Cause if they sounded good obviously that meant they were good, right? Right? RIGHT...

Robot lawyers.

"Yeah, you might want to, ah. Teach him a thing or two about robots, or dates, or both. I'll probably see you in court."

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