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On Valentine's Day, one can enter a lounge on a spaceship docked outside a beautiful blue jewel of a planet (which can clearly be seen out the windows), and see that it's been made over with candles and linen tablecloths and red rose centrepieces. It's not anything as grand as Q would do. Amy is using the romance of the room: the windows looking out on Pacifica, soft lighting, and like last year she's even managed to find a trio to play music in one corner of the room: flute, cello, and violin.

Walking in, there's a sign:

♥    BLIND DATING TONIGHT, 19:00*    ♥
Party to follow at 23:00*!


A ginger beauty in a red dress is standing by with a sheet of those name tags you stick on your shirt that say HELLO MY NAME IS ______ and a clipboard of seat assignments. Not all the tables are taken (the woman in charge, Guinan, insisted the room stay open for other patrons), so those meant for the blind dates have numbers tucked in the centrepieces. Amy's taken mostly tables around the outside of the room, where there is the best view of space and a little privacy.

Table 1 - Luna Lovegood & Noriko Ashida
Table 2 - Ed & Alex Rogan
Table 3 - Kale McCallum & The (10th) Doctor
Table 4 - Trever McCallum & Ishka
Table 5 - Olan'atar & T'Pol
Table 6 - General Chang & Aeryn Sun
Table 7 - Marion Scotts & Thor Odinson
Table 8 - The (12th) Doctor & Aidan Nichols
Table 9 - Islington & Merlin
Table 10 - Deanna Troi & DJ
Table 11 - Kristen Kringle & Booker DeWitt
Table 12 - Jacqueline "Jackal" Egret & Dimo
Table 13 - Bob Fraser & Cridhe
Table 14 - Grainne O'Brian & Harry Dresden
Table 15 - Thea Queen & Kitt


If your name is on her list, you'll get a name tag and a little card with your table number on it. "Here you go. The bar's open while you wait, I bribed Guinan t' have out the real stuff, so you can tell her I sent you. No gettin' carried away, though. And no funny business, you treat your date with respect or I'll have you by the ear before night's out. I'll be 'round if you need anything."

Once everyone's been checked off her list, she's going to settle at the bar and have a drink. Match-making's hard business, but each time she does it she gets a little sense of satisfaction. Once the dates are over for the evening, she's looking forward to kicking off her heels and turning this place into a dance party.


* That's 7PM and 11PM respectively!

> Going Stag top-level!
> Open Tables (OTA) top-level!
> Galentine's Day DANCE PARTY OTA top-level!
> The OOC Sign-Ups/Announcement

Round 3 // OTA

2016-Jan-28, Thursday 11:49 pm
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Raiden went conspicuously absent for three days, and then suddenly showed up again. No thanks to the Q, he spent that time in the brig for accidentally trespassing in Engineering. At the moment he's just trying to keep his already tall profile a bit lower, while he actually tries to abide by the rules. It's not that he didn't believe the Q, he just didn't trust them. Today finds him wandering a bit idly between Decks 10 and 17, as if he's not really certain what to do with down time.

Ten Forward )

Arboretum )
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This Synthehol stuff is pretty decent. Doesn't have the kick the real stuff has, of course, but he's not going to be waking up with a pounding headache in the morning...

...Although, Cole wonders if that's a good thing or not.

Being winked onto the Enterprise hasn't done wonders for the demon's emotions, after all, and, honestly, the glass of synthetic scotch obtained from the Replicator is more so he can stare into something and not seem like a total whackjob.

He'd take alcoholic over insane.

Either way, Cole is sat at the far end of the bar, staring into his glass, pondering over his situation... And the more he does, the more he doesn't like it, and the more he realises he can't do squat to change it.
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A calm and peaceful evening in Ten Forward, it was mostly busy, a buzz of low chatter amongst the patrons, people eating dinner, talking with friends, all around socialising… One might be forgiven for thinking that Q wasn’t a constant issue.

That is until, out of thin air, a tall man seems to… shimmer into visibility. The second he realises he’s not where he supposed to be, he frowns, tensing up, his right hand clenching into a fist as he scans the bar area.

“What the hell…?” He mutters to himself, knowing for a certain fact that the place they’d scryed wasn’t in a bar. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but there’s no demon here… No demons anywhere. No bounty hunters, no Source… It’s a bit unreal.

Narrowing his eyes, he looks around again, before raising his voice. “Phoebe?”

Phoebe walks into the bar minutes after Cole, and she is calling a guy’s name, but it certainly isn’t Cole’s. “Chris! Chris, where are you? I thought we were due a break after the Valkyries and everything….Woah.” Her tirade is cut short as she spots Cole.

The peaceful evening is definitely interrupted. “You.” Phoebe closes the distance towards him, and she’s aiming to land a kick on his jaw. “What are you doing here? You can’t be here.” In fact he shouldn’t be anywhere. He is gone, out of her life. For good. Not standing there...looking for her.

Now Cole wasn’t expecting the kick for his jaw… Luckily, his reflexes as a half-demon were still pretty tight; he manages to catch her foot… Just like that time on the college campus. Back when he…

Nope. Not the time to think about that. He holds Phoebe’s foot right there.

“The hell are you talking about, I…” And he stops, frowning. “We were…” Something wasn’t right here.

Something really isn’t right. Phoebe is getting one too many emotions off him and she wishes it would go away. She freezes, with her foot in his hand. There is a second of dead silence as she remembers how to speak. “Let go of my foot Cole,” she says quietly. “What do you think we were doing?”

If this is some sort of new trick….

“Not until I’m certain you’re not going to try and kick me again.” He remarks, dourly. “And how do I know this isn’t a trick? The Source pulling the big guns out to try and find me? I’m not gonna tell you where we were going.”

“The Source?” Phoebe is looking at Cole, like he’s gone insane. “Have you banged your head?” The Source is long dead, and this is making his behaviour even more suspicious. She struggles and tries to pull her foot free herself. “This has absolutely nothing to do with the Source.”

“This has everything to do with the Source, and if you are who you say you are, you would know what I’m talking about.” He keeps ahold of her foot, before losing his grip as she twists free. He takes a few steps back, tensing up. “So, either tell me who you are, or what the hell’s going on here.”

((OOC: Cole and Phoebe are going to continue to argue, feel free to interject. If you want one or the other, specify, or we'll bounce around and threadjack each other. Specify if this isn't okay!))

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