( can you feeeeeel the loooove tonight )

[tectus]

CHARACTERS: Octavia Blake and the dating crew
LOCATION: A BAR ON A...FLOOR idk
WARNINGS: probably a hell of a lot of grumpiness lbr there's only like one volunteer
SUMMARY: Speed dating, basically, with more duplicity
NOTES: Mingle log kids, go nuts. Use the headers or create your own or do what you like


[ so octavia has totally repurposed the bar for a round of speed dating, or at least as close as she can manage given that she a) did this last minute and b) doesn't know what speed dating is. still, it's not a hard concept, and there's name badges on a table and a hell of a lot of booze already up on the bartop.

there's some music playing in the background, but given that she's hardly an expert it's just as likely to be really out of place as it is romantic. feel free to use that as a talking point. there's coffee too because she doesn't really know how to cook, and a bunch of ready to eat stuff scavenged from the kitchen nearest the bar. all in all, it's...pretty budget-- BUT SHE TRIED

People volunteering their friends will obviously be told the truth about the nature of the evening, but anyone not friends with Octavia can opt to have received an anon message stating something like " MEET + GREET ON THE xTH FLOOR BAR, PLEASE BRING YOURSELF AND ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR APPROPRIATE ATMOSPHERE. THANKS "

although if you'd prefer their volunteer tricks them into arriving, that is of course also an option. ]

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BAR

[tectus]

[ feat. so many beverages. all the space booze. come awkwardly talk to each other, lucky volunteers ]

also ota

[tectus]

[ she's not here for dating, she's here to run things, but at some point or another she drinks enough of the booze and mixes it with enough of the coffee that she decides mingling is safe. if anyone was going to kill her for sign ups they would have by now, right? right.

find one (1) very drunk, very energetic, and very pleased with herself octavia at the bar, swigging away from an unlabelled bottle that goes down a hell of a lot easier than monty's moonshine. actually, this is pretty much the happiest she's looked all jump, so that's an improvement on wallowy, misery ridden octavia for sure. ]

[better]

[The only thing that Erica really notices is how happy she seems to be. It's not that everyone else is in a state of depression, but Erica is almost wondering if she's found some sort of diet pill that's given her an unusual amount of energy. Watching her for a moment it takes that long for Erica to realize that it's the same girl that had set up the dating things.

Approaching her, she figures she should at least get to know her.]

I didn't realize there would be this many people here. [She sounds impressed.]

travis marks | ota

[cabbagepatching]

[Travis fixes his name badge. 'Travis Marks'. He thought about adding 'detective', but that seemed excessive. He ditched Wes somewhere, and he's praying he doesn't find him, because he might be a little mad.

But he's got a drink in hand, and the room is starting to fill up, so Travis is on the patrol for hotties. He's actually pretty interested in his two matches, so he'll watch for them especially. It's actually turning out to be pretty fun.

Except the part where he turns right into someone with a drink in his hand.] Oh! Damn, I am so sorry.

[dogbane]

It's fine, [William replies, looking down at the funny splash on his front now. That's what he gets for following a handsome butt too closely. Also, probably, for being on a drug or two. No bad interaction effects, no one has to worry; it's perfectly safe. He's perfectly safe.] Was a stupid shirt anyway.

Hi, I'm William. [With admirable recovery, or just having been completely immunized to embarrassment after a lifetime's worth of unmentionable humiliation, William offers Travis a hand. And smiles widely with lots of nice teeth, if not as nice as Travis'.]

ota

[fullmoon]

[ Remus isn't the sort to go swanning around to chat anyone up (unless dragged, which doesn't qualify as swanning anyway). Or to dance. Or to be here at all. But he's also very friendly, in a contained sort of way, and since he apparently has to be here regardless, he's happy enough to strike up a conversation with anyone who ends up in his immediate vicinity at the bar, where he's settled to alternate between coffee and beer.

He knows who to blame for this—and he does blame them, they're not forgiven, but he isn't going to take it out on everyone else. 'Good sport' is practically his middle name. Werewolf Good Sport McWerewolf, Jr.

And on that note, the timing of this is less than ideal. One day post-fur, he's fine, but also pale and drawn and sore and sleepy. The coffee carries him through the first half of the event. Later on, he ends up slumped over asleep on the bar, with his head on his arms and a half-finished beer next to his elbow. Please don't take it personally. You're all lovely people. ]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[So initially she's just zooming over to check on the sleeping werewolf. Because they're friends, right, and what kind of crappy friend doesn't check in on a buddy who's asleep on the bar? Plus it gives her something to do other than be on permanent lookout for William interactions, which is starting to feel less supportive and more stalky.

The thing is... Remus has really cute hair. Really cute, it's all messy-curly and adorable. And she's nothing if not an opportunist, which is how she ends up sidling up to him, saying his name very very quietly in case he's only resting his eyes and then

very gently

patting his hair. And then maybe just twiddling a fingertip through a curl. What a cute puppy c: ]

so late but i hope this is still okay!

[romancekiller]

[clarke is kind of in the same boat as him really because she was only here because of octavia. her interest in any of this was fairly low even if she was trying to be friendly but that was why for the most part she sticks close to the bar.

she was drinking the last bit of what she had from her glass but when she's done, it's not long before she does notice him apparently sleeping or something? either way she nudges him slightly] Hey— are you okay?

c-c-c-combo breaker!! jk OTA

[alsohawkeye]

[ Yes, everyone is at the bar. It's no surprise, though Kate does a tiny bit of eye-rolling as she sidles up to it. At least there's no wait for a bartender to notice you (not that that's a thing she typically has a problem with let's be honest). There is however a wait for the bottle of vodka, which someone else manages to nab a split-second before her hand gets to the glass. ]

Sorry, go ahead, [ she says, and not in a passive-aggressive way, her smile easy and politely friendly as she draws her arm back and leans into the counter to wait. ]

[ When it isn't so crowded she'll linger at the bar longer, elbows hooked up onto the surface behind her, the sole of one foot propped up against the shiny metal of the base behind her. She hasn't exactly dressed up for the occasion, dark jeans that must've come from home and a well-worn black v-neck. But she apparently somehow owns eye makeup, so that's something.

She sips slowly at a clear and only slightly bubbly drink, surveying the room with an interest that looks more mild than it is. Not bored, but not sherlock holmesing them all either. The overall impression is not unapproachable, but not exactly seeking attention, either. She's here for moral support, see. ]

[fullmoon]

[ Sometime after the bar clears out but before his caffeine crash, Remus ends up sitting—or leaning, nearly, with how long his legs are—on the bar stool next to her, mimicking her posture with one elbow and using the other arm to continue drinking his space-flavoured beer. Very casual-like. Here they are, just two people observing all the disgruntled involuntary attendees being forced to talk to one another. ]

I'm wondering.

[ Pause for affect. Very casual affect. He fills the pause with beer. ]

Of your possessions, what would you miss enough to feel chastened, but not murder me for lighting on fire? I don't want to go overboard.

/latest ever

[romancekiller]

[clarke was sitting at the bar too and she happens to be grabbing the same bottle that kate is reaching for. the difference in this case is that she's not all that aware of what kind of drink it was] Oh— are you sure? Because I was mostly just looking at the selection of what's still left here.

an ota in a sea of otas

[doggedly]

[Sirius Black, he of the many profile matches (natch), has installed himself--perhaps predictably--at the bar. Despite the aforementioned profile matches, this party wasn't really for him--and the fact that it's worked out that he could-and-will end up with having had a great many speedy dates by the end of the night is really a bonus. A reward for his charitable deeds.

Because, no: this wasn't originally for him. A nominator rather than a nominee, it's just worked out beautifully in his favour. From his post, leaning coolly at the bar, sipping from his glass, he considers the surroundings with a benevolent eye, seeking out his little nominees and catching people's eye where he can.

But mostly he drinks. And flirts. And, at some point, gets a sandwich and eats it, and then appoints himself bartender for some time, until he grows bored of that. He's actually fairly decent at the job, with years to have had practiced the craft of space drinks with space liquor.]

hello

[charges]

[Krem is, of course, uninvited. But he's really just looking for a drink. He casts a glance around, and then sidles up to the bar, sliding onto a barstool. His clothes look dated, almost like old-timey peasant clothes, but otherwise he seems like he knows what he's doing.

He gestures to who he assumes is the barkeep, and gestures.]

What do you have for wine? Wanted to start off easy.

[And then he looks around.]

A lot of people here tonight.

ota

[sparkler]

[Dorian wasn't invited - he didn't even get the anonymous message. He just thought he'd stop by for a nice drink or four with friends after a long day of being stuck on a spaceship, and look! A party. He's not going to say no to that.

He finds the alcohol easily enough, pouring himself a drink. He's getting used to it, even if it's nothing compared to the wine back home. The important thing is that it gets him drunk, and that it does well enough.

Dorian finds a convenient space along the bar to lounge. No doubt he looks out of place in his mage robes, but he's already made his feelings on the jumpsuit incredibly clear. Far better to stand out, anyway. With a winning smile, he turns to the person next to him.]

Just when I was thinking no one here appreciates the finer things in life. Look at this, an almost passable party.

cassandra anderson | so very ota and also late

[mindtricks]

[ anderson doesn't usually drink much, with good reason — while she's not opposed to alcohol on an ideological basis, she never had a drop before the tranquility and it means she's very much a lightweight. (admittedly: she spends time in the bar every other day, but it's more to keep an eye on the mood aboard than it is to actually drink, and her hangover the night after she'd joined alex in drowning his sorrows about josie's departure is not something she'd like to repeat, ever, thank you very much.)

that said, the soldier dragged her here to date and for all that anderson is competent and steadfast when it comes to fighting and matters of justice, this is outside her comfort zone. maybe a drink would help with that, and so she's currently holding on to one and sipping from it occasionally, her posture not quite reflecting her usual (soldier, parade rest) but something a little more uncertain, weight shifted to one foot instead of equally spread between both and her chin tipped forward instead of lifted.

she's not shy, exactly, just out of her depth.

a name badge proclaims her to be cassandra rather than anderson, she's wearing the standard issue jump suit with a gun strapped to one thigh, but anyone approaching will be met with a smile and a hi. ]

ota

[romancekiller]

[clarke is hanging out near the bar for the most part. she puts on her nametag and after grabbing a glass, she pours herself a drink from one of the unlabelled bottles. normally she isn't really one to drink much but at the very least it's been working to help her deal whatever mess of emotions she's been cycling through for the last couple of jumps.

octavia wasn't even the slightest bit subtle about her intentions for getting her to come to this get together but but after much convincing she reluctantly ends up agreeing to it.

she takes a sip from her glass, glancing at her surrounding seeing that there were more people around for this than she expected. she wasn't too interested in dating or hooking up with anyone but if nothing else she could potentially gain a couple of friends]

FOOD TABLE

[tectus]

[ come marvel at octavia's inability to tell the difference between party food and non-perishable but not ready to eat. think like, cookies and then also a bowl of dried rice. CONVERSATION PIECES ]

ota

[overdraws]

[ Allison looks -- guilty? Because it's pretty fair to say she doesn't want to be here. She kinda sorta maybe has someone in mind she'd like to date even if she isn't sure he feels the same way, and anyway who has time for dating when they're trapped in the middle of space!!! But. But. She signed Lydia up for this. So to be angry about it? Super hypocritical. What isn't hypocritical is eyeballing the bowl of dried rice on the food table.

Because what? She pokes at it, and then takes one of the cookies, turning around to look at the crowd forming. ]

travis marks | also ota!

[cabbagepatching]

[Travis has got a plateful of food. It's not that he's a pig- well, okay, he's a pig. But he's got his best manners on despite the piled-on snacks, wiping his hands off on a napkin and swallowing his food before attempting to speak.

what a catch amirite

He watches a few people dance, glancing at the person next to him and saying,] Not a bad party.

DANCE FLOOR

[tectus]

[ aka the space with all the furniture shoved away to the sides. someone help with the music choices ]

/POPCORN.GIF

[tectus]

[ wanna just lurk on the side and commentate? here's ur chance ]

octavia; ota

[tectus]

[ octavia hanging out on the sidelines despite sirius' generous sign up, because this one isn't about her. she's just trying to find these people some love (or action), damn it! which is to say it's all a disgusting ruse to distract her from wallowing about her brother departing, but motivations are hardly important.

at any rate she looks very pleased with herself, honestly. it's not like there was a dating service on the ground to compare it to, but she's pretty convinced in her efforts. she doesn't know any better, after all, and she's sitting with a pleased grin on her face and a bottle in her hand to pass the time. feel free to come congratulate her on work well done.



...or grump about unwilling set ups, you know. whatever works. ]

OTA

[oversight]

[ John's only here on a whim to mingle for the eye candy for the gossip... yeah, the gossip and the drinks. Probably. Because he knows who he signed up (Dean — no surprise there) and who signed him up (Dean, again — no surprise), but he doesn't know who else happens to be playing these games and he's a curious.

(Maybe less obvious is the fact that John enjoys the interplay between the people around him, especially when he's not involved, because it gives him a much bigger picture. Plus, being from a part of the city where you get to know your neighbors, business and all, it only feels natural to snoop.)

If he were less shameless, he wouldn't regret realizing too late there's a massive divide between a very young group of people and then a rather... aged class in comparison, but as it stands, he's already contemplating a hasty exit now that he's registered some of the people involved.

This could be entertaining, right? Even just to watch. Or it could be a complete disaster. Which might also be worth watching. But there's no way it can be both, so he's intent not to linger... ]

wes | ota

[just_be_liz]

[wes honestly still isn't too sure how he wound up getting tricked into actually showing up to this thing and he would like it known that he is here under protest.

he stops by the bar just long enough to grab a drink and then he's retreating to the corners to sip at his glass almost mutinously and try to pretend like he isn't quietly panicking over this whole situation. flirting with one woman in a controlled situation was entirely different from getting wrangled into a singles mingle and he was more or less certain that he was going to wind up saying something stupid and/or about his ex wife.

old habits died hard, after all. even the ones that he was consciously trying to change.]

erica | ota

[better]

[Life in Beacon Hills had never been parties and dating for Erica. Even after the bite, the few parties she ended up attending had never been on the 'invited to' portion. Even the rave had ended in a disaster. Coming to this seemed like a viable option for trying to meet people, but now that she's here - she's slightly wishing she hadn't come at all. The few people she knows right off the bat aren't entirely friendly with her and her concern over having Allison or Lydia warn people about her -- well, that's something she isn't looking to witness.

She sticks to the sidelines for a while, trying to see if (or when) she needs to leave.]