OPEN LOG [MATCH MAKING] (ROUND 2)
WHO: Those who have been matched up for the Lonely Hearts Dating Service!
WHAT: The second round of dates! The first round, which is STILL OPEN FOR TAGGING, can be found here.
WHEN: This round is the 17th-20th. So the dates could have happened during any of those days, depending on what would have been feasible for your characters. Picking actual ( Read more... )
WHAT: The second round of dates! The first round, which is STILL OPEN FOR TAGGING, can be found here.
WHEN: This round is the 17th-20th. So the dates could have happened during any of those days, depending on what would have been feasible for your characters. Picking actual ( Read more... )
DATE TIME: Night
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[chortles]
Hardly. He's too young. Not the sort who should be falling for someone like me. I'll have to remedy it if he decides to make such a grievous mistake. Zechs should fill you in on how I met that one. He was there when I shot the boy. I must admit it was nostalgic. He looked like one of the ambassadors. The one with the glasses? Probably wrong of me to have used my...
[what to call it?]
...people skills on him to the extent that I did.
And I'm not mocking, simply pointing out a common interest you might have. Who knows? You might be the next match.
[and a smile at the offer]
That would be good. But do they serve anything solid?
[sounds wrong; don't spit take =_=;]
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[Stubborn, but with a faint wink of her own.]
Oh dear, that bad? What exactly was he doing then?
[She leans back, her fingers drumming on the table for a moment.]
I thought he sincerely liked you, and now you found a small mini-clone of him, hm?
You're going to be in trouble.
[She scoffs, lightly playful.]
In his dreams, perhaps.
[Noin has nothing to spittake with. She just stares, then starts to laugh.]
[The waiter looks baffled for a moment, then carefully adds his own laughter to it, because he does find it funny, he just wants tips.]
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He did. To a disturbing degree...
You do remember that feed of the final battle you broadcast? The one that played while I gave my spiel imploring the colonies to disarm as the World Nation had? Turns out he recognized my voice from it and gave his support based on that. Told me so when we met at one of those Preventer fundraisers. I didn't know whether to be flattered or insulted.
[a scoff of her own]
Zechs wouldn't be too pleased knowing the sort of thing men tend to dream about.
[just raises an eyebrow; confused]
I think you should make the order. You'd be more familiar with bar fare.
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Really...
[She nods at the memory and wants to flinch a little from the thoughts that it disturbs.]
Huh. Interesting - he really must've been...at least interested in you.
A little sweet of him, to be honest.
[A snort.]
Not that he is a "man", ma'am?
[Just like she could be a horrible trap.]
I'll get to it then.
[She turns to the waiter and begins to inquire before pausing to look back at Une.]
How hungry are you?
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[funny how she spoke of her organization like it was her child]
And Zechs is in a category all his own...
[a shrug]
Hungry enough.
[being vague; it was a habit she'd picked up from being in the constant company of politicians]
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And yet you never failed to surprise us with what you accomplished...
[In a sense, it was. Une had taken up the mantle now of caring for the world...and now that it was gone...eh. She holds back a sigh.]
Says you, of course.
I don't think there's much about him that isn't just...well. Like everyone else.
[Zechs was Zechs, that's all there was to it, just as much as she was herself and Une was who she was. That single spark of unique singularity.]
Well then, I won't feel guilty at all..
[A grin, she orders something equivalent to ribs, beer and some barbecue chicken with some dip.]
Just water to drink for you, Une, or would a mocktail suffice?
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[this was muttered; prompting an awkward silence; she cleared her throat]
On some points, I suppose. But then, we're all a little...strange.
Water, please. It's not something that can be switched out.
[just thinking about it made her forehead throb]
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Can do.
[She finishes the order and the waiter leaves them, Noin tipping the remnants of her beer bottle back to pick up the last drops of flavor before her other would show.]
I am glad to see you're doing better.
I am...still sorry for that misunderstanding.
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It's no trouble. Just don't do it again.
[a heavy sigh]
So you saw it, too?
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They could move, but they weren't Zechs. And besides, Noin had a lovely date.]
I won't.
[That could be counted on.
But.
A pause before a very slow sigh comes out.]
Yes, ma'am.
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And? Zechs explained adequately?
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Yes ma'am, as much as can be expected considering the nature of the ship itself and how it seems to like to wormhole people.
I at least was also able to confirm Taurus was there too.
[She can smile about that. She got to sit in it for a while and hang her head in the dark and be emo. But she won't share that.]
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Yes ma'am. Faster and better every day. It makes me wonder what Water would think of this technology.
[Ahh, Sally. Noin hadn't thought about her for a while, not..consciously. It had been some time, after all.]
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[It was strange talking of Water in the past tense. She had to have survived.]
Is.
[She corrected herself.]
She is very vocal. And we'll hear all her opinions and jokes sometime soon...
[It wasn't like Une to be the hopeful sort. That was Noin's gig. But stranger things had happened...]
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