Thread Roulette: Let's Make A Date! (Staff)

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Midori Hawkins, Esme Bakus, Yulia Sokolov, were all roped into appearing in a dating-show like game for a student-run fair at the end of the year. They figured it couldn't hurt, but they didn't know they were going to be on a panel, and that Tim Lyne would be the one who volunteered to ask them questions, then pick one for a date.

It's a student event, and therefore a good cause. Right?

Rules: This is done on a stage in a rather large hall, and all four dates, and Tim, are seated on stools. There is a curtain between Tim and the others, so he cannot see them, only hear them. They are not allowed to give their names in their answers, and he is not allowed to ask.

[Tim Lyne]

This was quite possibly the most awesome thing to ever happen to Tim. Three ladies, probably super hot ones, were all lined up and forced to answer questions for him. Then, he got to pick one and she had to go out on a date with him. How was this not the pinnacle of awesome-tude? Clearly, Fate liked him. No impressing, no flirting (like that was going to happen); hell, Tim didn't even have to be nice if he wanted to.

"Hello, ladies!" he called over the curtain, leaning slightly toward it. "I'm sure you're all awesome and beautiful, but unfortunately, I've got to pick just one of you. Now, I don't know if you've seen me or not, but I'm totally hot, so you don't have to worry there. So, we have to get some of the questions, and I promise not to get too personal yet."

Mostly because Tim actually wanted to ask his questions. So, despite his urges, he'd elected to throw out the "any experimenting with other girls" and "bra size" questions. He already had one devoted lesbian bff; he really didn't need any more.

"This is for lovely lady number one. What is your idea of a perfect date?"

Sure, it was cliche, but it would give Tim an idea of how much work he'd have to put in. There was only so much work he was willing to do for "mystery girl number one."

Unless she was hot.
Or awesome.
Or hot and awesome.

Yeah, this was gonna be cool.

[Midori Hawkins]

Midori could not believe she'd signed up for this. She had to keep reminding herself that it was for the kids. They were doing this for the kids, and as long as she kept her answers as mundane as possible, then she wouldn't be picked to follow through with the rest of the scheme.

It was going to be one of those days she'd end up flopped on the couch, trying to con Eli into dinner duty, all the while snuggling with Tory and Zero. Of course, she knew he'd have little sympathy for her. She'd gotten herself into this ridiculous mess.

She fidgeted on the stool, picking at her sweater and casting a glance to the other women, as if to ask 'what are we doing here?' Sadly, they'd probably have the same answer as she did. For the kids.

She hadn’t expected to be able to recognize their ‘date’ so easily. As soon as he spoke, she realized exactly who it was. The others might not have been so lucky. After all, they didn’t have to work with the cretin. She closed her eyes, willing this whole thing to be over quickly. She vaguely registered his question, thinking to herself only one thing. ‘Perfect date? How about one where I’m miles away from you?’

Realizing belatedly that she was on the first stool, she bit her lip and considered her answer. It wasn't like this was Miss America. This was for the students. And she certainly couldn’t blurt out what she’d just thought of. “Perfect date?” God help her if he recognized her voice. What could she do that wasn’t flashy and... Tim-like, but still honest? “... Just curling up with hot chocolate, popcorn, and a few good movies.” Maybe that would deter him.

[Tim Lyne]

"Sounds like a good way to get some primo cuddling in."

Silly Midori, you had boobs, and that was usually enough for Tim. Just be thankful that he didn't quite recognize your voice just yet. No, instead he was stuck in that "gee, that voice sounds familiar, have I met that girl before?" mode, which generally resulted in his trying to look around the screen.

Oh, wait, more questions.

"Alrighty. This is for lovely lady number two. It's our, like, first date or something, so I know I need to buy you a gift to impress you. What should I be digging into my wallet to buy?"

Because clearly Tim wanted to know if the edible panties were okay. I mean, err, Tim wanted to know whether or not he should be buying chocolates or flowers. Yes, that is totally what I meant to type.

[Esme Bakus]

Esme twiddled her thumbs nervously, her toes wriggling in her magenta pumps as she tried to find the most comfortable position to perch on the stool. They were obviously made for tall people, and the short stack had quite a problem clambering up into a sitting position without flashing everyone a shot of her underwear. She made it, smiled shyly at Midori, and things got underway.

She didn’t recognize the blonde lady, but she was glad to have Midori nearby as at least one familiar face. Actually, it was Midori who had convinced her to sign up in the first place. The terror on the brunette recruiter’s face (momentarily) signaled to Esme that maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.

Esme wrinkled her nose, her hand wriggling shyly in her lap as Midori answered the first question. Esme didn’t recognize the voice; lucky her.

When the questions turned on ‘lady number two’ Esme flashed a bright smile, more from skittishness than anything else. It quickly fell when she heard the question? First date or something? That didn’t sound exciting at all. And what sort of question was it to ask a girl what kind of gift she wanted?

“Well, I guess you need to start digging for yourself?” Esme ventured uncertainly. “I can’t think of a better gift than I guy who looks and smells good --- a nice suit, freshly shaven.” She giggled quietly, stricken by the absurdity of this whole business. “After all: A guy who can’t spoil himself certainly can’t spoil me.”

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