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"Come on, host, you go to all this trouble setting up a fancy room and don't even give us a photo of our date?" he grumbled. Then he spotted someone wearing--

He did a double-take. Is that armor? Who wears armor to a speed-dating event?

Clearly someone awesome. With that cheerful thought in mind, he stood up and waved at the armored person. "Hey, over here! Are you Kaatah?"

He wasn't going to make a good impression by being semantic and he knew it. "I guess it makes sense when you put it that way. How long have you been in Headquarters? I've been here a little over a year, but it feels like a lot longer sometimes."

"I don't know if you've heard of it; it's a really popular show about, well, friendships. The story started when the supreme leader of my country, Princess Celestia, sent her most talented student to Ponyville a few years ago to oversee the Summer Sun Celebration. Twilight--that's the student--was also supposed to make friends while she was there, but she was more interested in the legend of Nightmare Moon.

"See, for thousands of years Princess Celestia and her little sister, Princess Luna, ruled Equestria together by giving us the day and the night respectively. As time went on, Luna grew increasingly jealous of Celestia; the ponies loved her and her day, but slept through Luna's night. Legends said that one fateful night, Luna refused to lower the moon and transformed into an evil version of herself, Tartarus-bent on creating eternal night.

"Princess Celestia banished her to the moon with the most powerful magic she had, but there was a prophecy that Nightmare Moon would come back on the longest day of the thousandth year. Naturally, that was the exact day of the Summer Sun Celebration." Ami paused for air. "Sorry, did I lose you? I get really passionate about things related to the Princesses, and you seemed surprised I was a unicorn so I figured you'd never heard of my show..." Her ears went back against her head, and she blushed in embarrassment.

Shamrock Alsike came running through the door, tripping over her floor-length emerald green evening gown. A large, bushy squirrel tail poked out of the back of her skirt, and her hair had been done up in elegant braids that fell to her waist. She righted herself and looked around, skin darkening with a blush when she realized most of the tables' occupants were already, well, occupied.

"Shamrock, relax," Randa said, coming in behind her. She pushed her glasses up her nose and looked around, smoothing down her knee-length, sky blue skirt. "I guess we'll take a table and wait for the host to tell us to switch."

"Aw man!" Shamrock wrinkled her nose. "I gotta date you?"

"I feel your pain," Randa said dryly, and sat down at the nearest empty table.

Jesse realized that he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. It's fine that you're a unicorn? It's definitely not fine that you're a unicorn?

"It's Jesse," he said, surprising himself with a voice that was not a panicked yell. "Jesse McKree."

He had absolutely no idea what he should say next. The only thing that was coming to his mind was that Alleb owned a unicorn, one that definitely couldn't speak, and that Jesse had fed said unicorn apples and scratched behind its ears.

For obvious reasons, he couldn't say any of those things.

"So, uh, whereabouts are you from?" he asked. He wondered exactly how long he could sit here without breaking into hysterical laughter. He hoped Alleb wasn't having such difficulties.

((Jesse would hit on the Notary herself if the opportunity arose, but the poor man has absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. I'm enjoying this immensely.

-Alleb))

He shook her hand, trying to walk the delicate line between firm and not-too-firm. His smile felt a little fixed. She looked to be in her twenties at least. This is awkward.

Trying to relax his smile, he sat in the chair opposite Sonia. He took a nervous sip from his travel mug. On the plus side, all the jittery nerves bundled in his stomach woke him up wonderfully. He barely needed the coffee to remain upright. "So, uh, where do you work?" That was a normal question that normal, non-nervous people asked, right?

How long had it been since he'd had a full conversation with a woman who was not Mia or a Sue?

Michael gulped down some more coffee. This was going to be difficult.

((In which I realize how romantically awkward all of my characters are. Also, hi, ST!

-Alleb))

...and into the eyes of the boy standing next to her. She smiled and brushed her hair over her shoulder. "Yep," she said as she rose from her seat. "Sonia Knight, at your service." The Pegasus Knight held out a hand towards Michael. "And you are...?"

He looks rather young, she noted. Like, three or four years younger than me. Whose idea was this anyways...?

The Spy did his best to smile and resist the urge to lean away from the sudden apparition. "Yes, I'm Harris. Harris Frost," he said, offering Lou a hand. "Charmed. And, er..." He looked at Duane, completely at a loss for words.

"Um. What makes you think I'm not me and what does... Duane think about this?"

She extended a hoof and shook the offered hand. "It's nice to meet you. I, uh, hope you don't mind too much that I'm a unicorn...really, I was hoping to meet another pony, but I like humans just fine. What's your name, by the way?"

As first impressions went, it was one of her better ones. She just hoped her mystery date wouldn't mind her home verse.

((Irony duly appreciated.))

Unless he really needed to, he wasn't sure he wanted to know... anything about it, really. Putting that particular train of thought aside, hopefully not ever to be put on a track again, Michael said, "I have been well, thank you. Over this last week, the Duty has not been particularly unpleasant, although I do not expect that to last." He hesitated, then added, "May I ask what Department you work for?" Somebody had to begin asking questions, after all, and they didn't have much time to waste.

He hoped he got paired with someone nice. He hadn't courted a lady in... it had to be at least five years. And sure, this wasn't regular courting, but it was a sight better than nothing. Ami... he thought, peering down at his directions. He swung mid-step and stopped in front of one of the tables, his most charming grin firmly in place. He extended a hand, saying, "Miss Ami, I pre--"

That was a horse.

He blinked, sure he was wrong.

No, that was most definitely a horse.

"Uh..."

((Can we all stop to appreciate the irony of a cowboy speed-dating a pony?

-Alleb))

Before the pool of bubbling acid that was her mind could respond, her emotions--those of a teenage girl--replied, "Hi, I'm Mia."

Mia blinked. She'd sounded... friendly. She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear, frowning slightly. He must be using some sort of mind control. She hadn't sounded that friendly since her glitter count dipped below one hundred. Her best course of action would be to flip the table and run out of the room before--

"What department do you work in?" she found herself asking. Her eyes widened behind her sunglasses. It must be very strong mind control. So strong, in fact, that she found herself not wanting to flip the table over and barrel out of the room. In fact, she wanted to stay for a while.

She settled back into her chair, steepling her fingers and smiling slightly.

-Alleb

Mostly because she kept bumping into and scurrying around other people who were also trying to find their tables. When she at last collapsed into her proper seat, face still flushed, gown still struggling to contain her, she found herself facing a very tall, very thin, and rather old man. And was that... was his nose wooden?

No matter. Lady Alleb, swordmaiden of the Realm, servant of King Eliam, had faced many challenges before. She could face this with ease. She squared her shoulders, putting on a smile like it was armor. "Hello," she said. "My ame is Nalleb, and I--oh, uh, er, I mean, my name--my name is Alleb." Her voice cracked on the last word, as if she were an uncertain squire of fourteen summers. She winced.

This challenge might be more difficult than she had thought.

(("My ame is Nalleb" is an almost direct quote from the main character of Alleb's home continuum, because I couldn't resist.

-Alleb))

He felt his stomach tighten involuntarily. He may or may not have forgotten that speed dating would, in fact, involve talking to girls.

Girls.

Oh dear.

Gulping down some coffee like it'd be the last he'd ever get, he followed the directions, stopping by Sonia's chair and clearing his throat nervously. "Michael Green," he said, holding out a hand. "Uh, you're Sonia, right?"

((Almost misread my directions and sent Jesse over here. Whoops!

-Alleb))

'Hello! Are you Harris? I'm sorry if you're not. I don't think you're Harris, myself,' Lou dropped into her seat and held a hand out towards Duane. A fork jutted out into the air, its end held beneath him. 'But Duane thinks you're Harris, and he'll complain for years if I don't listen to him.'

Finch said, ocular visibly relaxing, widening. 'This afternoon? I-ve been well bloody glad, as of late, that no-one-s gone and asked me to flip out that knobbo-wand V44 with tentacle attachments that I don-t have, for one. For two,' an actuator unflipped from his chassis with a whir. It was held out and gestured to the ceiling. 'The ceiling hasn-t fallen in and torn me into millions of little sparking pieces, starting a fire that further burns and melts my charred, wrecked body. I-m quite happy about that.' His entire body shifted slightly on its hoverplates as he explained. 'I-ve decided to take a more optimistic look at things, as of late. You?'

Noting one he felt like he had a good chance at, he set off towards the table, moving confidently through the room. The female currently sitting at the table had short-ish blond hair and was wearing what looked to Apollo, very much like a bikers leather jacket. Interested in the clothing of choice, although aware his clothing wasn't exactly the most orthodox choice for something like this, Apollo approached the table, sitting down on the other side of it, he maneuvered himself so he casually sat side wards on the chair and decided to introduce himself. "Hey, I'm James, just call me Apollo. May I get your name?"

He smiled a bit ruefully. "I admit, I had not thought I would be meeting one such as yourself this evening. I assure you, that is not one of my interests. However, with that said, this need not be a waste. How are you this afternoon?"

Or, well, some of them did. Others had a bit of difficulty finding theirs. This wouldn't do. They couldn't enjoy themselves if they spent the night wandering about aimlessly. He reached out and tapped on one of the armrests of his chair. Immediately, the cards in the Agents' hands fizzed a bit. Were they to turn them over, they would find instructions guiding them to their first partner of the night. It had been arranged as follows: Harris was to see Lou, Sonia was to see Michael Green, Jesse was to see Ami, Mia was to see Apollo, Chris was to see Kaatah, and Alleb was to see Bingle. He smiled and sipped his glass once more. This should keep things interesting.

((Note: The RP is not closed. Feel free to join if you want, and even if nobody takes you up on it, just mark your agent's entrance, and we can work you in on the next round.))

'Like Hildegard of Bingen, Finch!' And before Finch could even remind Bingle that Hildegard of Bingen was a nun, famous for being a nun and doing generally nun-related activities, such as not conquering hearts, he had receded into the distance. So he turned to the human. First, he observed for laceration hazards. Glasses, could break, could cut. He observed for fire hazards. Green neck tie. Knot unidentified. May burn. He observed for tripping hazards. Shoes, could trip. And so on and so forth. His ocular whirred and clicked as he aimed it here, then there, moving constantly.

'S86FNC-11630. Morning.' he looked from left to right. 'You-re not one of those bloody mech-fetishists, are you? If you are, I do not have what you-re looking for.'

Keegra pulled out the potions to investigate their contents.

He had done his best to clean up— three showers and a full bottle of shampoo and body wash still hadn't been enough to remove all of the smell of dragon drool from his person— and he was seriously starting to wonder if anyone was going to come to his table. He had found his place and sat down all right, but aside from that nothing seemed to be happening.

Typical.

He sighed and scanned the menu for the umpteenth time before rolling his eyes and tossing the card back onto his plate. Boring, boring bo– wait. Was that Sonia?

He craned his head to get a better view. It was her! And she was wearing that beautiful long red dress and her silky, wavy brown hair was down and cascading over her shoulders and...

Harris caught himself staring and tore his eyes off of her. He kept on forgetting that he had no chance with her— best to stay in his metaphorical lane. He picked up his menu again and scanned it again.

Sonia rose an eyebrow as she watched Harris bury his face back into the menu again. She had been quite surprised to see him here— the Pegasus Knight was convinced that he had been planning to stay in the RC for tonight and binge-watch RWBY. She felt the urge to go over to his table and talk to him— he was always a surprisingly good conversationalist and quite funny— but remained seated at her table. Harris did as Harris does—sure, she was placed with him to make sure he didn't get into too much trouble, but she didn't need to shadow him at all times.

Even if he was charming and actually quite handsome and...

Sonia caught herself staring and tore his eyes off him. One of his best qualities was how forward he was— and she was convinced that if he had any feelings for her, he'd have said something by now. She picked up her menu and listlessly read through it.

This robot did not appear very human. In fact, it looked rather like a large, incredibly complicated box. This is interesting, he thought. Nevertheless, there was no need to be rude. "Good evening," he said, taking his seat and looking at the boxbot across from him. "My name is Michael. May I ask yours?

Finding the bolt is sufficiently Not-Valentines-Day-Themed, she eases the string back into it's starting position. She then walks over to the treasure room, from where she intends to find a sufficiently better bow/set of short swords.

Uriel continues to search the room.

And Apollo really hoped that this event wouldn't become a basis for, or an actual, one. Still it was an opportunity to get out of the RC and try and get to know others who he could become friends, or even more with. He hadn't really had much of a chance to do that back in his home continuum, mostly because of his real occupation and the savviness that most of the inhabitants of the continuum had, he'd known several people who'd lost loved ones due to other people's schemes.

Still, it was a new chance, and so Apollo had decided to dress as well as he could, or at least as well as he could without alerting the attention of Kelly, who would otherwise tease him for going for a long time. And so he was dressed in some semi-formal black chinos and a simple black t-shirt, his normal boots being the only pair of shoes he owned, even if they did make him look more casual than smart.

Beside him, Kaatah shifted nervously as the two walked towards the room where this event was meant to take place, Kaatah had expressed interest in it to Apollo when they'd met up to talk at Rudi's one day in the last week, the inhabitants of RC 9.81 and 1692 often met up as Kaatah had worked with Apollo and Kelly before she'd been assigned to Theo and DOGA. Now that the day of the event had come, Kaatah was nervous, even beneath her normal Colussus suit of armour that she always wore (although Apollo could tell that it'd been cleaned up somewhat), and Apollo could tell.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine, we already went through what speed dating is, right?" He said, hoping it'd calm her down, at least a little bit,

"I know." Kaatah replied, her voice really on edge, "I just don't know what I'm going to do if a Geth or another AI sits down next to me, I kinda wish I hadn't asked Theo to lock all of my normal combat functions on my Omni Tool now."

"You'll be fine" Apollo reassured her. "Besides, if things get really bad, I still have a knife in my boot, and you can borrow that."

Kaatah nodded, noticing they had reached the mahogany door. "Keelah, what is you say? Break a leg?"

Apollo smiled in reply, "Something like that."

With that, he opened the door, gesturing for the Quarian to walk inside before following himself. Noticing Kaatah heading off for her table he scanned the room, looking to see if someone there interested him.

((For reference to appearances etc. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KV3Dx10WJFrUNjqeOvHVeRsrTTUQrjykDFLVtNV3cjw/edit?usp=sharing ))