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( can you feeeeeel the loooove tonight )

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

[ 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 ]

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

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

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Kate is the first to arrive but that's apparently because she's doing some scouting, judging by the way she makes a circling sweep of the room. It finishes with her heading up to Octavia to point a single finger gun at her. ]

Are you Octavia? I'm Kate. [ That hand is then stuck out to shake, and it comes with a smile that's genuine (if more than a little amused). ]

Nice set-up you've got here. I thought I'd stick my head in before I go help drag Remus over. Is this your playlist? [ Because it's weird, please let her help. ]

[ 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 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.

[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.

[ 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... ]

[But as the saying goes, who finds the love for the person finding love for the people? But don't worry: it's covered.

Sirius sidles on up to Octavia, a drink of his own in his hand. He clears his throat, politely.]

Excuse me, miss. Miss, excuse me. Maybe you can help. I'm meant to meet a girl here, for a date, but I don't know that she's showed up.

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[ 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. ]

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We should probably fill our pockets.

[ Kate's gesturing at the bowl of uncooked rice with a glass that could as easily contain water or clear liquor. It's not like there's fresh lime to five it away. She says it very seriously, with a credible deadpan, but there's humor that tugs at the corners of her mouth. ]

You know, for the inevitable Vegas-style drunken bad decision wedding. If we can't make one happen tonight I'm going to call this a loss.

[ At least there's a familiar face! Allison snorts, and glances at Kate. ] That's actually an admirable goal. As long as I'm not the one getting married.

Not unless you want to be. I promise to help with the annulment! Good news is there's no way to legally file here, so it'll be very easy.

[ Kate's beam is innocently helpful, but she drops it after a second to lift her drink for a sip and scan the room again. ]

But who are the most likely candidates? The only people here I really know are not that gullible.

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[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.]

[ He's not alone for long. Natasha sidles up next to him, her own drink in hand, and leans over conspiratorially, feigning seriousness. ] So. I'm taking bets on who's going to get slapped first. You in?

[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.

[ Allison takes a bite of her cookie and ponders, also scanning the crowd. ] I think we can count Sirius and Remus out. [ She says, around a mouthful. ] And I don't really know anyone else so far.

[oh yeah natasha and sorry i forgot to mention but he's currently wearing his jeans/henley/leather jacket combo because even after five years travis can still be tricksy enough to manipulate wes into these sorts of situations in a shirt that's slightly see through.

what has happened to wes' life though. i mean really. he takes another small sip, gaze glancing quickly between all of the engaging people before turning to look at Natasha.] Normally I'd put my money on Travis for that sort of thing, but I don't think any of these people have had enough exposure to him yet for that.

[Sirius is midway through pouring a drink for himself when this bloke sidles up to the bar and orders a glass of wine. Mildly, still pouring, he glances up, considering that request.

Well, he's not exactly the barkeep, is he. But nor is he not the barkeep. Self-appointed and now confident, Sirius shoves his own drink to the side and leans on the bar, with a knowing air. He knows this act.]

We've got a lovely space red, and an even lovelier space pink. The red tastes a bit like juice, the pink tastes of juice with extra sugar added. The white tastes of vinegar, which is why I didn't mention it, but the house special is a blend of all of 'em which is very nearly drinkable.

[So. He shrugs.]

Are you here for it?

[Dates, not drinks. But drinks as well.]

[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: ]

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