february catchall feat. speed dating

[faceblocks]

Who: Vi (mostly but Mike is an option, open to handwaving)
What: She's just rolling with it, okay?
When: Blurry timeline whenever in February
Where: Trench
Notes: If you want Mike to do an awkward platonic speed date OR some other thing with either of my characters, hmu up here also via DM, discord or plurk.
Content Warnings: TBA.


i. speed dating
open to all kinds of dating shenanigans it can be a whole mess

[vi didn't exactly sign up for this, but maybe she did, just a little bit. she did wander in, and she did take a seat on a very comfortable oversized chair, prop her feet up, and ask for some snacks. (wait, this isn't a party? it looks like a party.)

wait, there are rules to this thing? it's an organized meet and greet with questions? you get a shock if you don't answer with the unfiltered truth? aww, man, this is like that golden bracelet thing with an unhelpful side of the awkward river of terrible truths, sans blood and corpses, so that's a win. there are snacks after, right?

she has yet to realize it's for dating.

the snacks have yet to come, but she was given a sticker, which she slapped on without reading. (name: see face for reference cool trench, cool. thanks for that.) the blurb that appears on any nearby omni isn't any less of a joke.4, even if it's still true. whatever, she may as well have fun with this.]

USERNAME: SEE FACE FOR REFERENCE Who needs nametags when you can tattoo your name on your face to remember? Great if you love to be worried. Still thinks blocking punches means using your face. Human garbage disposal. Would eat burnt potatoes. What are utensils? Throws herself off ledges as a means of transport. Horse girl. Literally a girl who became a horse. Hates helmets. Ate boogers once. Alias: Fathands. Thinks she's cool but is actually a huge nerd. 50% base chance her sister will try to kill you if you date her. SISTER IS WATCHING. Super into desserts. especially the cupcake variety 🧁

( violet | 22 | f | pansexual )

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[opheliac]

( jinx can be seen somewhere in the crowd. actually, it's really hard to miss the girl with her bright blue long hair and in pigtails. and it becomes even harder to miss when she is strutting to her older sibling -- approaching the table vi is sitting at. with a harsh grab of the chair, she twirls it around backwards before popping a squat. there's a grin on her face with one arm drape over the top rail; the other preoccupied to pull out a joint she got from peter.

the girl sticks it between her lips before speaking -- mildly muffled:)

Heard the latest buzz around here?

( before she lights the thing, she quirks up a playful eyebrow to vi as she elaborates further. )

They say if you lie, you'll get a few shocks.

( and at the word "shocks", jinx pretends she is getting electrocuted by jokingly jerking her body around. she settles back down though -- lifting up her index to spark the end of the joint so she can take that nice slow drag. )

[faceblocks]

[she smiles and rolls her eyes as jinx twirls that chair and takes a seat, her gaze falling on the joint. are they handing out those here, too? why is she missing everything?]

Yup. The buzzing's not as loud as the shouts. Guess a lot of people are more comfortable taking a hit than just saying whats on their mind.

[she gets it. but a month of unfiltered honesty courtesy of a cursed artifact she carried around in her pocket for luck, and a couple of willing run ins (the bracelet) and one unwilling one (the boat), with forced sharing and all those memory shares have really taken the sting out - and that's not counting the bond, and the face-branding extravaganza with viktor her first couple days in the city. so she's pretty relaxed, and jinx can feel that - not as relaxed as she could be, but that's fine.]

Who knows, maybe some of 'em like it.

[is she looking at you, jinx? yes. yes she is.]

cw: slight nsfw because face in hands

[opheliac]

( the calming presence is very much appreciated. especially when, well, she was extremely pissed when she woke up here. and her name tag (still trying to hide it), the "P" and a "r" are peeking through the chair's railings. anyhow, the baby sister holds in the smoke briefly as vi talks -- exhaling out the vapor but through the corner of her mouth. hey, at least she isn't blowing it at someone's face like she usually does. but then again, vi is special so she doesn't deserve that sort of treatment.

jinx offers the joint for vi to bum off if she wishes, still grinning with teeth showing this time. even if the chance her sibling declines the share, there's a very slow sensation breeze-like draft curling around vi's forehead and temples. )

Gotta get off somehow, right?

( that's way too much information to share with a family member, but it's better than the alternative of her being a shut-in. in all retrospect, it's amazing how much their relationship changed since september. )

[manyone]

[ The (usually) elegant Beatrice appears to slide into the seat opposite Vi, all smiles in her long dress and with her golden hair. Those big, blue eyes get fluttered at the woman across from her whilst the pipe she is practically never seen without is lifted to her lips. Puff. ]

Vi! I haven't seen you for months. When you were playing at being a little kitty, wasn't it?

[ Oh, she sounds amused by that memory. ]

[faceblocks]

[she doesn't remember the pipe. she sure remembers that bit of flirting and playing at cat behavior, because by the next morning, she'd become a batcat, no need for a mask, or a try at a meow. all she'd been able to do was meow.]

Iiiiiit's been a minute, hasn't it? Funny story about that night. Meant to ask you about it, but my hunch was bullshit, I think.

[it's not a bad memory at all. not even the cat part. 95% less anxiety inducing than being a murder horse. but her attention's on the smoke. no, her eyes. no, the curve of her neck. heh, her eyes are up there, violet. yes, back to her eyes with a little laugh.]

You wouldn't have had anything to do with that play becoming real, would you?

[she's not even mad. but she suspected it at first.]

[manyone]

Oooh? A question?

[ Beatrice leans forward, and grins, her eyes focused in sharply on Vi. Beato is examining her without much care or concern for whether Vi notices the piercing gaze. ]

Oh, no. No, I'm afraid not. I didn't have a thing to do with that, unless playing along with you was the cause?

[tealeafs]

[ .. oh.

Now this is awkward, isn't it. Not that Chizuru intended to end up here with Vi, or to.. end up with this speed dating thing at all, but it sure is awkward when you're suddenly sitting there with your girlfriend's sister. I-Is friendship speed dating a thing? Is that how speed dating works? Someone explain these modern concepts to her?!

Except Chizuru is so desperate for a distraction from the awkwardness that she immediately looks at her Omni when she hears it ping, witnessing Vi's blurb, not realising it's sent one of her own over to Vi at the same time.

And before she realises what she's doing, she's already blurting out: ]

Literally became a horse?!

[faceblocks]

[oh, hey, chizuru. yeah, friendship speed dating can be a thing. she's been mostly doing that her whole run in trench, when it's not complicated by supernatural auras or mixed signals.]

Yup. Remember the whole thing with the facepainting and the masks? I was trying to impress a certain nightmare, and uh, well, the mask gave me an unwanted assist. [sarcasm:] It was super helpful.

But whatever, it was only a few days. And it worked out in the end. Guess we're both trouble magnets, yeah?

[ a wink like there's an inside joke. there is. it's not only the profile, it's jinx. but since chizuru's in the hot seat:]

Everything going okay with my sister?

[super casual, playing it cool. just a normal question.]

[tealeafs]

[ Maybe Chizuru should have expected the profile callout in return for her own, huh.. B-But to be fair, in her case she was just really surprised by what she read!

And she doesn't even have the time here to wrap her mind around said surprise. Apparently the thought of Vi as a horse.. or a halfhorse, or a horse girl, or whatever else has to be shoved to the back of Chizuru's mind for a moment so there's enough brain capacity freed up to actually answer the other. ]

Huh?

[ A very intelligent initial answer, clearly, and it's only after blinking a few times that Chizuru seems to realise what Vi is asking her here. ]

O-Oh! Um.. Yes, I think..? I think I'm still figuring out this dating thing a little bit, but it's-- it's not bad.

[ That's not a lie, so Chizuru isn't even getting shocked! What a good girl. ]

I hope I'm making her happy, despite everything else that's happening to her... [ You know. Getting frozen. Other general Trench stuff. ]

[fogsong]

[ Sharon drops into the seat opposite of Vi, still wearing her bloodied hunting leathers but she's peeled off the gloves and stuffed them in one of the many pouches on her waist. She's visibly tense but appears to ease up in front of Vi, her relief palpable. She's got five or six nametags stuck to her chest but only the names SHARON and ALESSA are wholly visible. ]

Fancy meeting you here. [ There's a lazy flirtatiousness to her drawl as she draws her omni up to take a peek at the blurb. She laughs out loud, her poor attempt at being flirty escaping out an open window. Her blurb isn't as nearly as interesting. ] Human garbage disposal, huh?

[faceblocks]

[she takes in the names, but doesn't ask - the whole i split my soul covers it in some way, and why ask tough questions no one wants to talk about if trench doesn't require it? she's going to take a look at sharon's profile while her own is getting scanned (she still can't read it, but she's gotten a few hints.)]

Oh, really? It went there? I mean ....it's not wrong. I did eat a Christmas ornament on a dare.

[not a lie. but she blows out a breath at sharon's profile. it's witty, but it's kind of serious and it explains a lot.]

According to this, you could be my savior. Which ...hey, might be onto something. You saved me from getting someone shitty.

[fogsong]

A goddamn Christmas ornament? [ Wow, okay, she thought maybe Vi ate everything she got her hands on, good or bad, but Christmas ornaments? ] Please tell me it was plastic. [ Not that that helps.

When Vi reads her profile, Sharon leans back into her seat, tense for just a breath. She doesn't even flinch at that word savior. ] See, and I kind of thought you were my savior. If I had to see another asshole stranger, I was going to let this place shock me to death.

[ekkoeffect]

[When he saw on the omni who his next "partner" would be, he couldn't help but laugh. It really makes him feel better about his own profile.]

I'd say Jinx wrote this for you, but it would have been five pages of trash talk and threats if she did it.

[faceblocks]

The fathands really sells it, huh?

[she tries to hold back her laugh, but lets it fly free, because it's ekko, and of course he's gonna give her shit. she's reading his profile now.]

Hey, we both like punching things. "Too much", though? No such thing. You do have a kick-ass hoverboard, though.

So, you doing this for real, or just for kicks?

[she thinks she's doing it for kicks, but is she?]

[ekkoeffect]

[It's a lot nicer than the one Jinx got, but he doesn't say that. And at least Vi didn't have the same reaction that Jinx did when she looked at it.]

If I'm gonna be here for it, I'm gonna do it. I don't have anything to lie about.

[True, but also not the whole truth. He's cautious and not completely trusting of everyone he's encountered, but he's also not someone to hide who he is and what he's about. He learned that from Vi.]

[hachitaro]

Taro's got an uncomfortable blurb that was sent along as well, but he's doing his best to ignore it along with the quotes around his name on his nametag.

He props his head up with an elbow on the arm of the chair and grins at Vi.

"You know, you make cute faces when you're annoyed."

[faceblocks]

"I'm n---"

Not gonna get shocked, that's what. Dodging that one, and countering with:

"Who said I'm annoyed?" Her face, probably. It's giving away her emotions and it's also a backup nametag.

"Maybe that's just my fake annoyed face. Wouldn't you like to know what the real one looks like?" A flirt or picking a fight? Maybe a little bit of both, since she's here.

Wait, back up. Cute faces? I make cute faces? He just called her cute, and not in the condescending way people sometimes do. Well, now she's grinning back at the compliment and the fact that she just dodged a shock.

[hachitaro]

"Mm. That face does. But not really... I prefer making people laugh to making people angry." He gives her fingerguns and nods.

"You know, your blurb's pretty descriptive for not actually describing you. Why are you eating burnt potatoes?" Please tell him you know how to actually cook, Vi. It's a basic skill!

[mehanizovati]

[when viktor sits down across from her it's with the expression of someone who is already sick of this shit and is glad to see a familiar face. his nametag predictably just says viktor, while his blurb is quick to mock the fact he's never not working and calls that a personality, a few digs at the nearly dying thing and dangerous experiments.

fuck the trench, is the thing. either way, his brow quirks.] According to your list of informative insults you like cupcakes far more than I would have thought.

[haha.]

[faceblocks]

[she's not going to mention the lack of personality, because clearly whoever or whatever wrote these blurbs (maybe it was a team, some are funnier than others) lacks the perspective and nuance to realize that those are two separate issues, and that viktor most definitely has a personality, even if it's kinda bound up in ...work.

but her face twists at that remark - of course it would go there. so a middle finger to the air - just the air - in hopes that whatever blurbwriter can feel the sentiment if not see it. (it would be like them to spy on the whole thing, wouldn't it?) the her face (still making a face) is in her hands - and she complains from the facepalm:]

Funny story about that. It's right and it's wrong at the same time. I do like cupcakes. Not as much as I like cookies, or ice cream, or even noodles or crab sandwiches, but it's not talking about that.

[she sighs, looks up and just lets it out. this is fine.]

It's talking about Caitlyn.

[mehanizovati]

[ah, of course it wasn't something innocent. viktor gives her a vaguely sympathetic look, more a 'yeah fuck the trench' solidarity.

then again he can't not ask. sorry.] What do cupcakes have to do with Caitlyn exactly?

[bolstafir]

[It just continues to happen. Qrow's lost track, by now, of all the times he's been kidnapped into this whole song and dance. He finds himself yet again on a couch whose softness is starting to feel almost passive-aggressive, with the stupid "Hi, my name is Qrow Branwen" sticker that won't come off and the profile that pops up almost as soon as he meets eyes with Vi.

He just. Sighs. So loudly.]

I don't know why the Pthumerians are so convinced they're funny.

[faceblocks]

[she's wise to her profile by now, and while uninspired ...it's not completely unfunny.

a quick look at her omni to read the time. (of day) because har-de-har-har she can be just as (un)funny.]

Yeah, I don't get it, either. It's six thirty, by the way.

[juuuust to see if he's read his own profile. and have a quip, because if she's gotta do this again, she's gonna quip.]

You had me at shotgun-scythe, I'm just sayin'.

[threelayers]

[Neo's own user page was just as awful in its own way. Updated to her mid-twenties since the days of Deerington now long gone, it was still playful enough about her past. She was ignoring it as she flopped into the chair and held up her omni, winking at Vi.

Huh... one thing did stick out.]

You know what?
Pretty damned sure your sis might actually try to kill me if I asked you out.
Or at least seriously kick my ass.

[faceblocks]

[vi returns the wink, leaning to scroll neo's omni profile, and to her surprise, it's less insulting than some she's read. can't be the same pthumerian responsible for this shit, no way.]

She might, but she's let up on that a bit. Have you heard? [she rolls her eyes, but ...it's affectionate.] I've got the "go ahead" to date now, if I want. And it's better if she knows the person a little, so your odds? Not that bad. I'm not even sure if she needs a reason to kick an ass besides being awake and upright, but then again, I don't either, so...

[she laughs, glad to be seeing a rotation of people that aren't the worst. this whole thing has been pretty pleasant.]

I like feisty. Probably one of the best things about a person if I had to pick a top five. Whoever wrote this must've had a soft spot for ya.

So... ice cream, huh? I like it, too. Not sure if I'd scream about it, but maybe on the right day. I hadn't had it before here.