In Ten Forward | Boredom leads to questionable hobbies... | OTA

[and_she_waited]

It's hard for her to believe that Rory has been gone a whole year now. Her Raggedy Man has finally come, and she thought once that had happened Rory would be back, but no such luck yet. She's been keeping a close eye on her Doctor for fear he disappears on her, too.

On the contrary, more of him keep showing up.

Christmas set her in a mood. She wants to do something for the Doctors; a dinner party or fancy dress, maybe. He likes that. In all the time she's travelled in the TARDIS it's never felt lonely, but out here she misses her family and her husband, and the Doctor is all she really has. Even her daft flatmate has gone missing. Without her permission, to add insult.

So, it's distraction that puts her in Ten Forward tonight, for the most part. That and she's been down to the planet they're currently at, and seeing all the happy faces and peaceful couples set her in another mood. A mood to meddle. Annie's gone and gotten herself married, which means Amy is in the market for somebody new to give her the good gossip.

♥    Amy Pond's Blind Dating Service    ♥

She's got a sign on her table, and another two on the doors going in and out of the lounge with her table number written on it. Currently she's sitting with her legs crossed, doodling flowers and little tornadoes in the margins of her clipboard paper, waiting for her first unsuspecting victim client.


[OOC: ETA a top-level specifically for the IC sign-up sheet. If you want to establish IC your character signing up without threading with Amy you can post them in on this top-level, or leave it OTA so others can tag you with reactions, questions, comments, etc!]

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[impossibilities]

It's never about the food for Grainne, that's usually incidental. Mostly, she came to Ten Forward to at least be around people while she studied or did some other sort of work.

When she saw the clip board and sign up sheet from across the way, her curiosity was peaked as most people used PADDs and such. Getting a bit closer, she read the sign and stood there, an undecided but curious expression on her face.

On one hand, it would be participating in something she'd never done before. On the other- dating.

After a moment or two deliberating, she decided the idea of meeting someone appealed even so, and sat down.

"How does this work?"

[and_she_waited]

Before Grainne even has a chance to make up her mind, Amy is watching her with a knowing smile. She points at her with her pen.

"You are gonna let me find you a date," she says, just as sure as if she'd said 'the sky is blue today' or 'water is wet.'

She folds her arms across the tabletop as Grainne takes a seat, eyes sparkling.

"Simple, really," she says; "I take your name, ask you a few questions, we put your info down on this sheet an' then I find you someone to 'ave dinner with on Valentine's Day."

[radical_hacker]

Edward had been ankle deep in headlight repairs but was done for the night. But the sign made her curious, especially since she's a bounty hunter dating has never really crossed her mind. "Details please please?" the cherry redhead asked.

[and_she_waited]

"Oi, Ginger," Amy greets, giving Edward a look-over.

She's got the hands of a mechanic, and Amy wonders where she's just come in from.

"If you're lookin' to meet someone new, what happens is I take down your info and pair you up with somebody who's got similar interests," she explains, showing Ed the sheet.

She smiles slyly.

"And I'm good at what I do," she adds.

SIGN-UP SHEET (OTA)

[and_she_waited]

The clipboard by itself could be interesting enough to get somebody's attention. Amy likes the PADDs all right, but for something like this she's happier with old-fashioned paper and a good pen.

At the start of the night the sheet is empty, but as people wander by it slowly fills up with their details. All the confidential stuff goes straight into Amy's notes, but this sheet simply has: Name, Age, Room Number, and Gender/Species.

Wonder who's signed up so far?


[OOC: If you want to establish IC that your character has signed up without threading with Amy, drop your character under this subheading. You can leave it OTA if you like to thread with others as they wander by the sign-ups sheet.]

[impossibilities]

Name: Grainne O'Brian
Age: 2000
Room: 752
Gender/Species: Female Human

Re: SIGN-UP SHEET (OTA)

[electro_kinetic]

Paper? Paper. And a pen.

That itself is enough to gt Noriko's attention, given how little of it there seems to ever be on this boat. And upon investigation...that's actually something that sounds fun. Why not? Noriko hasn't been on a blind date in forever.


Name: Ashida Noriko
Age: 19
Room: 752
Gender/Species: Female/Human

T'Pol is signing up under advice of one of the ships doctors for 'social activity'

[tpol]

Name: T'Pol
Age: 72
Room: 752
Gender/Species: Female Vulcan

Re: SIGN-UP SHEET (OTA)

[radishearring]

Name: Luna Lovegood
Age: 17
Room: 931
Gender/Species: Female/Human/Witch

[toomanynitrogens]

Name: Aidan Nichols
Age: 32
Room: 776
Gender/Species: Human Male

For John Crichton

[neverlosemyfocus]

Siri stands in front of the sign up sheet frowning slightly and looking perplexed. The longer she's on the Enterprise the more she's decided that Earthers are strange. Blind dates? For star's sake she doesn't even know what this 'Valentine's Day' even IS. But apparently it involves a lot of red and pink.

[redarrowqueen]

Thea was the happiest she had been in weeks when she stumbled upon Amy's table. "Hopefully simple new friends are an option! I'm interested in someone." she confessed.

[and_she_waited]

"Oh ho, then you have to 'ave a seat," Amy enthuses, pointing at the empty chair across from her with her pen.

She rests her chin in her hand and grins at Thea, eyes dancing with mischief.

"I'll need more details to give you my professional opinion," she says, quite seriously.

It's all entirely professional, of course.

[kristenkgcpd]

Kristen had simply been going to refill her teapot when she spotted the table. Part of her was intrigued but at the same time in spite of her sudden good mood she was wary (her ex had left its mark after all). So she simply observed while getting her tea but drew on her newfound confidence to take the leap,"I'm game."

[and_she_waited]

"Fabulous! You won't regret it," Amy beams, holding out her hand to Kristen.

"What's your name?"

[radishearring]

"Will the fact I'm only 17 be a problem?" Luna asked. She was game in the spirit of newfound confidence she could not explain but knew her age could be a factor in possible dates.

[and_she_waited]

"Not unless the only others to sign up are dirty old men," Amy answers without pause; "an' I'm on the lookout for that already."

She runs a clean business here, thank you very much!

Holding out her hand, she introduces herself.

"Amy Pond, at your service," she says. "Are you lookin' for a Valentine, or just hopin' to meet someone new?"

[theschmotone]

They actually had real paper around here? Dimo, clearly startled by the appearance of something so unexpected but so familiar, paused in front of the table. It looked like something romantic, what with all the hearts and the pretty lady manning the desk, but Dimo's mastery of reading the English language was still a work in progress.

"Vhat's de list for, dollink?" he inquired. "Zometing Valentine's Day-ish, ja?"

[and_she_waited]

Amy is magic, you see.

(Or maybe just stubborn enough to row with a replicator until she got what she wanted. That is also distinctly possible.)

"Ja," Amy nods (and it isn't mean-spirited at all despite German obviously not being her mother tongue, it's delighted); "Blind datin'. You sign up, I find you a match for dinner on Valentine's Day, and you thank me later."

That last bit is a little cheeky.

"Where are you ..." she pauses, trying not to be terribly obvious while she gives him a looking-over; "... from?"

what's that did you say you wanted more redheads

[major_egret_msfsod]

Jackal was in all honesty rather a rare sight in Ten Forward. Bars weren't really her thing, even relatively sedate and dignified bars. But there were times when even she felt she was being a bit too antisocial. Perhaps not quite so much as to go and just talk to a stranger on a whim (let's not get crazy here), but enough to spend some time in a more lively area of the ship, and Ten Forward was the one where she had the freest access and least odds of interrupting serious work. So, she sits down with a PADD--there's still a lot of unfamiliar history and technology to catch up on, after all--quite content for the moment to be sort of vicariously social by osmosis.

Although she does, briefly, eyeball that sign on Amy's table. Blind Dating Service. It sounded like a terrible idea to her, of course (going into anything with a shortage of intel sounded awful), but she was really in no position to judge what worked for normal other people, statistical outlier that she was. Not that any of it really seemed to work all that well for them, but...

of course she wants more redheads, you're entering a fine commune with amy pond as your leader... er

[and_she_waited]

Steady on, Jackal, you'll give her a headache. Blind dating is a fantastic idea, thanks very much, and you're exactly the sort she has her eye on.

She doesn't know that at the off, of course. But she's hit a lull in sign-ups now, and she's impatient enough to start hunting for them herself. She's at her table with her chin propped in one hand and her pen tapping furiously in the other, keen eyes darting about until they land on the ginger.

She looks familiar, but just in the way everyone around here looks familiar when you walk by them enough times.

"Oi," she calls, folding her arms and leaning in, eyes sparkling; "you want me to find you a date for Sunday night."

It's not a question.

[1st_starfighter]

"Amy!" There is a waving, bouncing, and grinning man stalking toward you, Amy. "Found you!" And then there is a hug. Yes, a hug, darn it.

"So, hi!" Yes, he is silly, but that never stopped Alex Rory Rogan from being himself.

[and_she_waited]

Is Amy expecting it? No.

Is Amy unhappy about it? No.

She whoops in surprise as Alex all but careens into her arms, laughing delightedly.

"Was I making it too hard to know where I was?" she teases.

"Hello! 'ow have you been? Are you signin' up again this year?"

[didnotwant]

Marion has done a few drive bys, so to speak. The idea of putting her name on the list to see what happens appeals to her. She hasn't had an actual date with anyone in a long time.

Might be fun to see what comes of this. She stops and just tilts her head eyeballing the table. "....So. Anyone interesting come on over?"

[and_she_waited]

"Other than yourself, you mean?" Amy grins.

Never hurts to compliment a potential client. Amy pillows her chin in her hands, and nods to the empty seat across from her.

"Had a few fit lads and some bright ladies, depending on what your poison is," she adds; "and you can sign up for somethin' more platonic, if you want."

[notthatpond]

Well...

This was not what she expected to see. She's just stood staring at the sign. Correction, signs.

Cautiously Amy approached the table. She didn't know what to expect. It just was very odd seeing her name, well, name she used being used.

One thing is Amy is not going to be joining in.

[and_she_waited]

"Hello there," Amy says brightly, letting the other woman approach at her own pace.

She's had a rather good turnout this year, so it won't hurt anything if the other Amy doesn't participate.

(Not that she knows what's going on behind that wary expression.)

"Don't be shy, I won't bite," she says, a small burst of laughter following the words.

She holds out her hand, and as if the signs weren't enough she says:

"Amelia Pond."

[hallowedarethefounders]

Olan'atar passes by the sign-up sheet and pauses. Well, he's not looking for relationships, but maybe if it could help him find another sparring partner? One is far from enough.

He signs up, mentioning what he looks for specifically. A sparring partner.

[and_she_waited]

"Hello, Handsome," Amy beams.

She always likes meeting other species. The farther they look from Human, the better.

Pillowing her chin in her hand, she teases him a bit.

"Is that, or is that not, a euphemism?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows.

Late tag in! But HI!!!

[kaylinneya]

Kaylin sure as ****s wasn't there to sign in, but gossip? She was good at that. It seemed some days that her office ran on gossip and betting, and an event like this? A sign like that? A sure summons for both. She dropped down next to Amy as if she were Teela, as if she'd known her forever, rather than never having met her. She nodded to the sign. "Who is betting on what outcomes of this?" she asked with a grin. It didn't matter if she even knew the people involved, Kaylin was itching for a good bet. No one seemed to gamble here, it was unnatural and weird.

Her small familiar - a transparent cat sized beastie that looked like a dragon but was NOT a Dragon - flew around over head.