Your OC goes on a blind date with the one above!

"Maybe you should try enrolling in one of those 'date' programs," her husband had told her in the middle of an existential crisis, "They might help vary up your environments and the types of people you are with, ever so slightly. It might do you some benefit, dear. I don't like it when you're frazzled like that - tugs a lot on my heartstrings, you know? And, if you're worried about coming off as unfaithful, just make sure you specify that you're doing this for platonic purposes, and make it clear that you're married. Okay, darling?"

Walker knew that when Smithson called her a "darling," then he really meant what he was saying, so... With some reluctance, the middle-aged woman walked out to what seemed like a field. That was it. A seemingly empty field, full of rolling hills and nothing accompanying that except for the stars and the moon. It was beautiful, if it weren't for how isolated it was.

You know, because the aristocrat was half-convinced that this was a ploy to kick her ass - or something like that. Nobody could hear her scream if there was no one there to witness it, right?

However, when she saw the older man situated not too far from her, she sighed, "It was you who planned the arrangement, huh?" Her voice was far too quiet for someone as purportedly dignified as her, and she knew it. Walker blinked before taking a step forward - away from him. "Not that I would blame you too much, to be honest. I have to admit that at this time of night, the rural areas do seem a bit... How do they call it... Tantalizing? No, not really, but... You get what I mean, yes?" The nod at herself was more for reassurance than anything else while her gaze adjusted back to the stars. By now, it wasn't so egregiously cloaked in darkness anymore; hell, it was rather bright for a night, thanks to the stars and moon both being visible.

"I assume you might have something to tell me, yes?" she asked in addition, her tone still a bit gentle, "Maybe something regarding the investigation, or... Perhaps you just want to ask me for more fermented sheeps' milk." Not funny. But nonetheless, the middle-aged woman laughed, and that was likely much better than continuing the tension so unnecessarily.

Oh, if only she knew this was very similar to a hill her own mother stopped on - all those years ago.

"It is okay if neither of those are right," murmured the woman with a steady sigh, "The view is beautiful at least. I doubt this would count as a 'date,' but I assume both of us would find this a convenient way of escaping the mansion for a bit, yes?"

time for.... a follow-up.... the only casualty here is Walker's door, (un)fortunately.

I got a blind date for Seong-Cheol right here.

She had always been pushed towards men, at least to try them out. For her, it was just like studying an entirely new species, except she was apathetic towards the idea, and scrawled her notes lazily. Although the man before her had been polite, it seemed that, while she did her best to return the favor, her attention was disinterested at best. She blamed Flavio. Though he wasn't her father, he did try again and again to play matchmaker, and her having yet to talk to him about certain issues in regards to that, she just accepted it blank-faced.

"I hate to waste your time, dear sir." she told Seong-Cheol, "I'm afraid I'm not one for public appearances such as these."

As public as it could be, anyway, as she opted for the tiniest little cafe near the outskirts of the city. It wasn't too clean, she could tell that much, as dust tickled her nose and she had to keep herself from sneezing into her mocha. She also wanted to complain about how the rickety chair she sat in felt like the wood was digging into her spine, but once more she bit her tongue.

"I would call the man who 'assigned' me to you a godfather of sorts, but that's not quite right." she said, "He's intelligent enough on decisions like these, I would hope, so perhaps there may be something for you." She paused to take a too-long sip of her coffee. She enjoyed every second that she herself didn't speak. "Money, fame, whatever you desire. My noble house is certainly enough to provide on that front."

Falling silent, she kept her eyes on the table. She wondered what that fleeting woman of hers was doing now as she considered the man seated across from her. It was better to keep those kinds of relationships quiet, she reminded herself, as she inhaled deeply, and yet her chest still ached.

"Trust me when I say you're probably among the better of the men that I've met." she sighed, "Masculinity is power, they say, and many of them are drunk on it. Then there are those who aren't too fond of..." She waved a hand over her clouded eyes. "This."

And, him being a lute player, as she heard? Thank the gods for that. She was wondering if she would ever meet someone of even slight musical value.

oh no. a follow-up. warning for gore descriptions but it doesn't actually happen.

The concept of blind dating was almost a thrill ride. Usually ballots were taken somewhere, where you wrote your preferences down, things you looked for in a person. It was almost like being a child again and writing Santa a letter, only instead of the newest hot wheels track, the jolly, old man himself brought you a person to spend time with. On some occasions, the meeting worked out and two people found love forevermore. In most experiences however, each individual walked home conjuring up how they'd get a new match, like they were the prizes in one of those Japanese gacha games. 

He never had luck with the raffle of it all. Granted, he also never really partook in it. The first time he set himself up on a blind date was the last time. Nothing really horrible or anything happened, he just simply found that the act couldn't satisfy the urgent need to put all of his love into someone. That and..well, his heart was always taken, anyways. This time he decided he'd walk into it with the goal to find someone to make friends with rather than someone to beg for admiration from. If the romance came into play somehow, then it'd be a win/win, right?

Low and behold, upon the first sight of her, he knew it'd likely remain platonic. While women were beautiful, and she surely fit the bill with the elegant strands of hair adorning the front of her lengthy, charcoal dress; he was fairly sure his interests solely remained in men. No matter though, he could make the evening a fun one where she would never suspect his ideal playing field. 

Approaching her with quiet footsteps, he lands himself in front of her and beams a casual smile. One hand pulls itself from his jacket and offers itself out in her direction. If he knew she couldn't see, he would've been more intelligent with the whole greeting. "Heyyy, you must be who I'm hanging out with tonight, yeah? Pleasure to meet you, I'm Rush." Whether she takes his hand or not means little to him, and he glances over her head quickly before lowering his attention back to her feminine features. She appeared as if she were frail-- not ill or sickly enough to scare him off, but like she hardly ate anything. Petite, and yet unhealthily so. "I'm not sure what you like to do, but I thought about skipping the whole movies or dinner thing and heading out to a live music event. It's Halloween themed. Hopefully you're not afraid of witches." 

Friday wasn't usually one to partake in modern day affairs, he was a very traditional type of man; not that he dated often but he preferred to court and woo, a little cheesy and over the top like the rest of his hobbies and passions. Not only that, but the idea of a blind date positively terrified him, the immortal HATED surprises, completely despised them. Time and Bill would say it's a controlling thing, he would explain it more as a trigger for his own anxieties, but he trusted his two best friends and they had been the ones who had picked out his lucky (or not so lucky) other ... ... ... Ok no... no he definitely DIDNT trust his friends, they were dumbasses, the last time they had set him up with 'a friend of theirs' it had been their carnivorous mother of twenty something thousand hatchlings, Cecil, a spider who happened to take the wrong kind of interest in the bow tie wearing human soul. They had however insisted this time that his blind date was at least humanoid, and honestly if it would humour him for a night, so he didn't see any reason to decline the offer. 

Romance, sex, one night stands, they weren't a great interest to Friday, no, he preferred talking to exciting people. sharing a nice meal, maybe even cocktails way into the night, but in no way did he expect that a date such as the one he was taking would lead to anything more; maybe he would get a number and a friend for the next sixty years? He missed making friends...

At the first sight of Rush, Friday falters slightly, standing straight to even out his bowtie and flatten any wrinkles in his jacket, it wasn't usual for him to engage in affairs with men, he was more drawn to women usually, but after living over two thousand years, a human was a human and - although he wouldn't admit it - he had enjoyed a couple of relationships here and there over his life with men, though they were few and far between. Rush was very handsome though, a pretty face and soft hair, the older man was very tempted to pet it, but instead he wriggles his fingers awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders as he strides confidently over to the other man and holds out his hand to shake, only to freeze, finding it far too formal a greeting for his date for the afternoon. "Hello!!!" He exclaims rather excitedly, stooping in for a gentle cheek kiss, his movements soft juxtaposing his bright exterior. "You must be my companion tonight! No, not companion, that's rather old fashioned.. isn't it?!?! HAH! My date, that sounds better doesn't it? My date and... I am yours... ey!?!?" Friday grins, patting Rush on the shoulder as he takes the other by the hand, his fingers tapping a tune on the back of the other man's knuckles as his smile softens, the long strands of dark brown hair on his head carding slightly over his eye. " So, what do ya wanna do? Eat at a restaurant up the empire state? Go Ice skating on the River Thames? Bake a cake with the queen of the Amazonian tribes? Anything! Your choice!"

Judas had never expected to end up on some kind of blind date, it wasn’t really his style after all. In all honesty, the male thought dating as humorous, looking for love? Just the idea made him chuckle. He didn’t understand love, and doubted he ever would. The closest he’d every experienced as ‘Love’ was nothing more then lust, but what was the difference? “I just don’t get it..” he mumbled, sighing after, “it’s kind of funny to think that I’m going on a date with someone who’d normally be considered my food,”  The male chuckled to himself, his gaze drifting over to the door the minute a man like no other burst through it.

Who the hell was that guy and why was he at a place like this? Though a bit odd, Judas kept his eyes on the brunette, his tongue grazing over his teeth at the sight. ‘He sure looks tasty..’ Judas thought to himself but quickly shook away the thought. He was here for a date, not a meal.
The more Judas eyed the guy, However, the more confused he got, it seemed like the male was a bit lost, perhaps looking for someone? Judas considered going over to check but what if his date had arrived? He couldn’t risk it so instead he watched in silence. With a bit of asking around from one staff to the next, the brunette was looking his way and walking over in no time, as if he was expecting him. Had Judas done something wrong? Was he not supposed to look? The idea of getting into trouble at a restaurant sounded like a pain.

Judas turned his gaze to the glass on the table, directing his attention away from the approaching figure. “Can I help you?” He sighed, asking the minute that brunette was within earshot, however the silence he received caused him glance up, confused. “uhh?-“ He paused, realizing something. “Err.. you wouldn’t happen to be Friday, would you?” Judas asked, his face lighting up a bit at the idea. Really? This was his date?? Perhaps this day wouldn’t be so bad after all, “Ah, do take a seat, I’m very interested to know just who you are.” He welcomed, expecting a long night

  Wren-Lilian walked toward the restaurant. She took long strides and kept a steady pace. On the outside, she looked like a confident, young feline. She was wearing a tight black dress, black high heels, her favorite choker, had a black and white purse, and a bit of makeup. On the inside, she felt like a wreck. Wren-Lilian hadn't gone on a date in months. It's not like she had a boyfriend. Wren-Lilian found it hard to find a guy who didn't think she was out of his league or would take advantage of her. 

  Nonetheless, she kept trying. She always knew that she would find her Prince Charming someday. So, she found it helpful when her stepsister set her up on a blind date. Wren-Lilian was excited, but also very nervous. She didn't know what to expect from a person she didn't know much about. She arrived at the front of the restuarant. This is an Italian place I think, she thought. Wren-Lilian spotted a person standing in front of the restuarant. They, or rather he, had turquoise hair, blue eyes, and was dressed in gray. It fit the description of her date. Wren-Lilian took a deep breath and went for it.

  "Hi there! Are you Judas?" The man looked to the side for a moment, then looked back at her." 

  "Yes."

  "It's so nice to meet you! I'm Wren-Lilian."

  "Oh. You," Judas said in an almost monotone voice. Wren-Lilian was a little weirded out by it. It sounded as if he was disinterested. She extended her paw to shake his hand. As he took her paw and shook it, Wren-Lilian noticed that he was looking at her figure in a judgement way. And for a moment, it almost seemed like he was staring at her chest. Wren-Lilian stopped shaking his hand and looked away. She knew her dress would show a bit more cleavage than recommended on a blind date, but she thought it was okay. I have a good figure, she thought; I don't need to be ashamed.

  Judas opened the door for Wren-Lilian, and they both walked inside. The hostess showed them to a table and gave them menus. Wren-Lilian sat down and picked up her menu. She was trying to hide her face. She couldn't help but feel so awkward and embarrassed! She couldn't think of anything to say, and this guy seemed to show no interest in her. She wished she could leave. But, it would be hard to back down now. Wren-Lilian slowly put her menu down and attempted to make small talk.

Jeera popped up behind her in a playful attempt to startle Wren-Lilian. "Boo!" He chuckled and sat down heavily in the seat in front of her, letting his full weight down happily. He flew here and was exhausted and a tad sweaty. He barely remembered this little occassion, not because it was unimportant but because he tended to forget things and get distracted.

"You're a sight for sore eyes. I half expected an old lady with my luck but you're anything but." He leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm of his hands and eyed her. "I hope I don't make you uncomfortable. I may look like a demon but I'm actually a lot sweeter on the inside."

He let himself be quiet for a moment as she made her introductions as well and he listened intently. She was young, lovely to look at and seemed well put together. Time would tell if she was put off by his appearance or not.

"Let's order some food, shall we?"

Bump

To say that Fitzgerald was absolutely intimidated by the other would've been an understatement! Just the fact that his supposed companion towered over him by almost a foot was enough to make the youth - surprisingly enough - rather insecure about himself and his prowess- Or... Maybe not? Maybe he could afford to be even more of an asshole than he usually was, as a treat.

Which would've explained so, so much as he sighed, "In all honesty, my luck with these sorts of 'dates' must be rather all over the place, huh? Sometimes I get reasonable folk, and other times... I get my ass kicked with people who aren't even worthy of my time. It's unfortunate, really, but that's just how it is." He glowered at the other and sharpened his look, though it wasn't as hard as he would've expected or wanted. "Still, that's the purpose of a blind 'date' now, huh? It's not really 'blind' if you have some clue of whom you might end up with as your companion of the night. And... With that out of the way..."

"Let's just get this over with."

There was no denying, though, that Fitzgerald wished that he hadn't picked such a fancy venue. The decorations and food were all catered to the highest of the highest - so if he was really with an aristocrat, he - even with his infinitesimally tiny brain cell - would've been able to at least somewhat recognize his companion from maybe a glance, or a memory... But alas, no such stimulus came to mind, so he was left fiddling with a fork while looking rather, uh, apathetic. Guess losing interest in these blind date roundabouts runs in the family?

There was, however, one benefit to all of this: Fitzgerald wasn't an asshole, because he was so stunned that he didn't know what to say (besides that bitchy monologue at the start). Huzzah.

"Still," the young man unfortunately broke the silence by piquing in, "just to make things easy for the both of us... What do you like eating? Are you a pasta fellow, or do you prefer steak?" His eyes, however, decisively remained on the dessert section of the menu while he spoke, his thumb even placed on the text that described what ingredients were in that strawberry shortcake. This fucker really wanted to get his sweet treat before leaving, huh? Rude. "Again, it's just to make this simple. I'm sure it's a foreign concept for both of us, anyhow, so maybe we at least have that in common..."

Sure. As with most blind dates, Fitzgerald didn't expect to see his companions again; the fleeting nature of it, after all, was what sort of appealed to him in the first place. Still, even if the other seemed a bit more docile than he expected... He wasn't going to risk it if the other stood a chance of destroying the intern in a fight.

god Kuraru I am so sorry for this man. follow-up time.

God damn it, Oshiro. You shouldn't have set up a dating app and make Kuraru find a match. He didn't even agreed with this! But things kind of escalated and here he is, a blind date. Again, Kuraru didn't agreed with this nor do he think anyone would work out with him. But he could give it a try, right?

Upon arrival, he have a look around the place. A luxury restaurant, indeed. He wonders who could it be to planned out a date in this kind of restaurant. And then, je saw his supposed dating partner...oh no, it's the 'cat-insulting' guy. This date already didn't started very welll for him, and possibly not for Fitzgerald neither.

With a gulp, Kuraru walked over and sit on the seat. Just staring quietly at Fitz and doesn't say anything for solid 5 minutes until the waiter left. "...So..." he began "Apparently you are my date, huh? How...intriguing." With the same old blank expression, Kuraru leans in over the table "The world sure is round. But certainly I did not expected to see you on the other end of this table." The young adult leaned back, looking away and remained ominously quiet in duration prior to serving.

Once the foods arrived, he started to eat in small portions. The quietness finally come to an end when he decided to speak again "So, you sure do love those hounds, huh?" He looked at Fitz just for the question then look down on the plate as he continues whilst also take another portion of a spoonful "Well, I don't. Canines aren't really my cup of tea, and they sure are one hell of a jerk." -at least, in his perspective. He did got attacked by dogs once or twice after all "Not that I hate them, but I suggest you try for cats. They aren't that bad." Kuraru soon finished his parts of the foods. And of course, this date wouldn't be successful, for several factors. Really mainly just because he didn't signed up fir this, to be honest. And so, he sips on a glass of water and asked Fitz casually "Would you like some latte macchiato after this?"

Rochester thumbed the card while frowning at herself and cursing under her breath. All I need to do is find the table with the same symbol on the card as mine, right? she reminded herself silently while lifting up the slip once more, just to check for said symbol; the one in question was a blue star, though the candlelight that illuminated much of the venue made the insignia difficult to see. Well then. This could become awkward as fuck in time. She drew her lip back to form a grimace, before carefully stepping past through the tables and chairs.

Red circle, green diamonds, yellow hearts... Finally, blue stars. The middle-aged woman breathed out in relief before carefully advancing towards a seat and-

"Fuck, you're already here?" she asked a seemingly silent young man with... Cat ears? Rochester was certain that she had to have somehow received the wrong card, unless- She looked at her card, then the placard on the table, then the other party's card. All of them had the same symbol: blue stars. "Shit," the older woman spat under her breath while crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. Maybe her girlfriend had a point when she insisted that Rochester not rely on blind dating services as a way to make more casual associates? "This is what I get for being old as fuck compared to, like, half of you, huh?" Well, now you know why you barely get out for this type of shit in the first place.

Nonetheless, the scientist adjusted the ends of her scarf and glanced around, chewing on her lip before actually trying to break the ice by grunting, "So, let me guess... You seem inexperienced, or at least disappointed." Her eyes, of course, eventually focused on the other and his almost vacant expression. That damn fucking stare... Rochester's eyes narrowed to form a glare while she ran her fingers through her hair in a haughty manner. To say that the disappointment was likely mutual would've been an understatement.

"Well," Rochester sighed to nobody in particular, "I bet you young people always get disenchanted when you see someone older than thirty around here - but before it gets too awkward..." Rochester paused for a moment, then held her hands out. "How about we take solace in the fact that I can see us as friends... Maybe?" Oh god, was her hesitance showing. Her voice kept drawling, as she studied the lack of wrinkles on his face. He was young, wasn't he? The age gap would've been too big for her to consider him a real equal, even if he was a perfect friend for her in terms of personality and attributes.

Oh, and of course... There were those damn eyes of his. Holy shit, did she start abhorring those eyes.

Coughing into her sleeve, Rochester spat, "So... For fuck's sake, let's just get this done with," and nudged the card off to the side... There was no menu. Her eyes narrowed further while she stared at the empty tablecloth, then glanced over at the other tables. At least they don't have menus either? "The hell is your name, by the way? Not that it matters, since I'll probably forget it, but who knows. Maybe you will be an exception to the rule." Oh, how she wished she brought her notepad along for this, but... Well... Alas alas.

@ NP: this version of Rochester is written as being in her mid-to-late forties, so feel free to use that as a reference when picking a character!!

I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time.... or if my aro ace ass remembers that romance threads exist frdsgfdbgbfd-

(kafkaesque I'm gonna ping for this one, since it's been 2,5 months and it's a romance thread... also, technically not their first meeting… Let’s just make this a prequel.)

After another (one-sided) fight with her girlfriend, who was routinely plagued by commitment issues, Megido decided to just give her some space and spend the night with some random stranger. So, when night fell, she was walking around a restaurant, looking for her assigned partner. It didn’t take long until she found who she was looking for. Standing in front of Rochester, she said, “Good evening, my name is Megido, I will be your date for tonight. But before we start, let me just clarify that I am not looking for something long term... except something platonic maybe.”

She seated herself across from the human, angling her wing so she wouldn’t sit on them. After asking for her name, Megido said, “Allow me to introduce myself, I am a servant to queen Titania. I help her in any way I can, including fighting on her behalf, if necessary. Mostly by using my spells to deter. Rarely, I have to engage enemies up close, my magic does not help in those cases, I can only rely on the submachinegun Titania made for me.” When the waiter arrived, Megido ordered some brandy before continuing, “In my spare time, I work with machinery. Magic and technology are not mutually exclusive, and I am an expert and merging the two.” Finally having gotten introductions out of the way, Megido asked, “So, what can you tell me about yourself?”

“A scientist?” Megido asked, her curiosity piqued, “Fascinating, please tell me more, what field do you specify in? Does it have something to do with these creatures common around here? These Pokémon?” Taking a sip of the brandy, which was a little weak for her taste, she asked, “I hear it is common for the people around here to keep these Pokémon as pets, do you have one yourself?” The fairy spend the rest of the evening interrogating Rochester, learning all she could about the human.

Jamie had always longed for l9ve, but the whole ' living in the woods most your life ' thing didn't get him far. He had seen movies of love, sent in care packages by concerned townsfolk but knew he had a low chance. Jamie was acting weird lately and his teammates announced they set him on a blind date. Jamie was actually really happy but tried to act mad at them so he ended up acting very fickle instead. He dressed in a fancy tux and used some of Vladimirs fancy cologne and arrived to meet Megido the texan was stunned he hadn't seen a proper lady in years so this was a first " h-hey there miss " the engineer stumbled over his words " shall we? " he gestured at the table and enjoyed the rest of the date

Adil gave a deep cough, moving his mask/hood off to get a better look at Jamie. Interesting fella, certainly.

"So you lived in the woods?" His bad eye twitched a little, trying to get a better look at the man, "That's cool---- does that mean you know how to hunt? Like a hunter? I'm an exterminator. is that close?"

No, Adil. This was going to be a mess, as clearly presented by the messy shack of a house Adil called home. Not a fit place for a first date, not by a longshot.

"I don't know if this'll work," He coughed again, "But heeeyy........Yeah that's all I got. Make yourself comfortable."

(NP....good luck with him.)