deleons | The (Forced) Speed Dating Meme

Maybe You Want to Be Here, Maybe You Don't
But You're Here!

It's as the tagline says. Maybe you want to be here - have a few laughs, get to know some new people, make new friends, maybe take someone home - or, maybe you don't. Either way, you're here, complete with a name tag, a list of preferences, and a mysterious magical force that's keeping you from leaving. Whether compelled to sit at your table and wait for your next match, or to visit tables yourself, it's time to partake in a thrilling game of speed dating. And no, you don't have a choice, so you might as well make the most of it.

How to Play:
- Make a top level with your character name and canon in the subject line. Include in your top level what's written on your character's tag. You may use this format if you wish:

Feel free to assume that your character filled it out themselves, or that it was magically filled out for them when they arrived and they aren't able to remove it. Whatever suits your character best!

- Assume your character is either seated at a table awaiting matches, freely exploring the room, or being propelled by some otherworldly force to mingle. That is to say, tag around to other top levels and speed date away!

- It may be a good idea to put in your top-level some preferences for whether you are looking for shippy threads, friendship threads, funny threads, etc.. whatever you'd like!

- Tag around, have fun, be respectful, follow basic dwrp rules, etc.!

Anyone and everyone is welcome, including fandom characters, fandom OCs, canon OCs, AUs, CRAUs, etc.! Feel free to spread the word and thanks for playing!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Are you just using me for my first language, Whelk-san?

[It's very fun trying to shift power back into his favour during conversations like this, which he does in this case by switching to Japanese. If Whelk won't translate his Latin, well, two can play at that game.]

[Whelk doesn’t understand what Kunimi says, but the message is sent clearly even so. The smile on his face grows into a crooked, thoroughly amused smirk.

[He’s really quite handsome when he smiles, even if it hurts his cheeks a little.]

Tempus fugit, tunc vastata. Time flies, time wasted.

What did you say?

[Hook, line, and sinker, Kunimi.]

[Oh, is he ever handsome when he smiles. The guarded, slightly sour expression he wore during the actual event did nothing for him, and as much as Kunimi could tell that much at the time, he's still startled by just how charming Whelk's smile turns out to be.]

Idioms are so weird... [Kunimi thinks he gets what Whelk was saying with this one, but he has no idea how one means the other. It's not worth linger on, though, so he answers in turn:] I asked if you're using me for my language.

[Whelk gives a quick raise of his eyebrows while taking another drag from his cigarette, then speaks while still holding back the smoke.]

You'd be surprised how many of them come from Latin. [He tilts his head upward, letting the smoke out above their heads as Kunimi did. When he lowers it again his eyes lock with the younger man's, lopsided smile enduring.] I'm pretty sure I heard you say my name too.

[He holds that gaze for a long moment, allowing the tension to build until it feels it might break - and then, of course, he breaks it, shrugging and turning a fraction of an angle away as he takes another drag. No need to let too much on at once. It's been a while, no doubt, since he's done this dance, but it seems he remembers how to rather well, and that is an extremely satisfying feeling.]

It's a language I have no experience with. That can't be said for a lot of them. [Subtle flex. He can read his way through most of the romance languages, and bullshit his way through reading a few others.]

It's as I've said. [A glance back at Kunimi.] I'm interested. [Take that as you will.]

[Everything about this conversation, right down to the rhythm of Whelk's speech as he advances, pauses, retreats, then repeats the cycle again, now has Kunimi utterly spellbound. Kunimi has somehow watched the entire process and still can't believe how thoroughly Whelk has taken over their flirtation.

And he loves it. The only thing better than leading someone by the nose is being led by someone who has decided you'll be spending the night with them.]

In that case... I have an offer for you, Whelk-san. [A subtle confirmation that he did hear his name, and one that turns the name Whelk hates so much into an unequivocal come-on. Kunimi moves to close the slight distance Whelk placed between them and drops his voice to a hushed murmur so no stragglers from the event can hear him:]

If you take me home with you, I'll speak nothing but Japanese while you fuck me. Think of it as two for one.

[Uhm...holy shit? Don't say it out loud, Whelk. Don't think about how this kid would have been in one of your classes two years ago. Don't think about how much you didn't want to be here two hours ago. Don't think about--

[Yeah, let's just shut that brain off altogether for a while. He takes one last quick drag off his cigarette, then flicks it away unceremoniously as he snakes an arm behind Kunimi's back. The "come on" is implied as he leads him toward his car (just please don't break down on the way there...).]

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