Spencer tries Speed Dating

[Allyson Locke]

Alderaan

Spencer sat at a small table set for two. There were several other woman doing the same. In her hand she held something a small note as to what she was doing. Reading it she mouthed over the words ‘Speed Dating’. Placing a hand to her face she cursed the name of her handmaidens and shook her head. This was their idea, they saw how mopey she was and how she didn’t want to interact with anyone. There was a time they told her, that she would need to try and move on, it had been months since she had been with Ashin and there was no sign of the woman returning any time soon. Despite their negative yet rather positive words, Spencer knew Ashin was still out there.

She could feel it.

Still, Ashin was good at getting into contact with her as soon as she settled - it never took her this long. Though to keep people off her back, she did what they wished. A man walked by and placed down name tags, Spencer wrote her name in her precise handwriting and pinned it to her floral print dress. The man stood at a podium and pressed the time clock.

“Now participates! You have only minutes to introduce yourself and find yourself the love of your life!” Spencer rolled her eyes as she had already done so, but she was to indulge the people who cared about her.

OOC Note:

Spoiler

Let's have fun! 3 posts (from you and 3 from me total of 6 posts) to speed date with Spencer, if there is no one behind you we can go beyond that . Lets just have fun guys! Also other couples and do the speed dating as well

 

[Rusty]

Well, this was awkward.

After leaving the crew of the Wicked Grace, Koko, Rusty's personal assistant and only employee, insisted that he go out and enjoy himself to get over it. She even went so far as to schedule "something fun."

Something fun, as it turned out was speed dating. Oh well. At least he had worn his HRD form.

The Shard, at least outwardly, looked like the Corellian God of Protein Shakes. At just a hair under 2 meters tall, muscular and with a jaw so square it should be zoned as a building, the Shard felt utterly ridiculous. This form always attracted too much attention, but it was the only way he could properly get drunk.

He now sat across from a blond woman who looked to be youngish for a human. He was never good at telling ages. He supposed she was attractive, but honestly, how the hell was he supposed to know.

"Um, hi," he said awkwardly. "The name's Rusty, and I have no idea what the hell I'm doing here."

[member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Writer]

Alyesa sat close by, flanked by Royal Guards. She would watch these events with amusement.

Dating was never an equation in her life as it were - apparently, this was a thing.

SpaceBook was one of the many sponsors of this event, Alderaan just provided the serene setting.

[member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Ordan Vosk]

..."What!?"...came a deep voice from one side of the room..."Get off me man!"...but it was no use as the broad shouldered fellow was escorted to a line up of men that had been organized into groups and assigned to work their way down to different tables with available women seated at them. Shrugging off the hand of one of his assailants who was busy reminding him he'd signed up for this Ordan was quick to respond..."I thought this was a SpaceGirl convention."...it was a little known magazine from the outer rim that had all the best talent in it. Not that Ordan liked to brag but he wasn't just a customer he was a subscriber. Anywas he'd make the most of this...

...like a wolf on the prowl he narrowed his eyes, took a look down the line of tables bustling with the -talent- and raised his drink to his mouth. Classy guy that he was Ordan made sure he'd come prepared. The Drink? Who knows but it was fruity, big and came with a miniature umbrella and a straw. Wrapping his lips around the straw Ordan took a good long suck off one end of that sucker and could taste the alcohol rushing to his brain emphasized by how wide his eyes became before gradually resuming their normal appearance. "Good stuff."...he muttered then, game face because there were plenty of potential hook ups here which is why he was starting to feel not so bad about giving...what's this called again?...Speed Dating!...Hell no he was out...

...making himself look inconspicuous Ordan slowly turned, looking back over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching him before he tried to make a break for it but just then like a whirlwind one of the event organizers slapped a name tag on his chest and told him to stay in line because there were a lot of eligible ladies here..."Frak!"...wait, no be cool man, be cool. OK he calmed down, took another drink, resumed the game face and prepared himself for the next step as he looked for an empty table to park himself in and make some introductions...​

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Spencer Varanin"] @Rusty @Alyesa Organa [member="Ordan Vosk"]

Nei Laa had no idea what the Hell was going on.

She had np idea how the Hell she got here.

And she had no idea what the Hell she was supposed to do.

"Frak," the Nautolan hissed, crossing her arms and attempting to the best of her abilities to look as unapproachable as possible. All she was doing was stopping by Alderaan for a quick drink, and next thing she knew she was somehow in the middle of this gosh darn, motherfething, weirdo speed dating thing.

Turned out, the nice little table she'd snagged for herself was one of the tables reserved for the...what was it? A primal competition? A preening contest? Now, one would have thought Nei would simply move and sit somewhere else, but to be honest... She didn't want to give up her warm seat (not that she could really feel the warmth; underneath her rather loose, tan trousers and tunic was her armour).

And there was no way in the universe Nei Laa would give up her seat without a very good reason. Besides, maybe she'd get lucky and nobody would sit with her.

Or, better yet, [member="Joran Del-Finn"] would pop up. She might have found that stupid human irritating, but at least she knew him.

Unlike all of these other stupid humanoids. Tcha.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

A lean man in a black jacket with blue eyes took a seat at a table across from a shortish Zelosian with a cute pair of glasses. She edged forward in her chair when he sat, pushing the glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"I'm Sindy."

"Hi."

Wow, he wasn't even looking at her! Unbelievable.

"I'm a librarian."

"Mhm."

She crossed her arms and leaned back. "Did you come here to speed date or not?"

A flicker of pale eyes flashed her way, giving her a swift once over. "Something like that." A ghost of a smirk tinged his lips.

Was he- was he laughing at her? Her hands balled into fists.

"What's your name?" Imma punch him.

"Mikhail."

Not even listening! He was looking over there again, but at who? Sindy followed his gaze and spotted some blonde bimbo. Ugh. Unbelievable. Blondes always got all the attention. Imma punch him.

"What do you do?"

A snort. "Oh... I'm a hedonist."

"A," she frowned. "A what?"

"A hedonist."

"What kind of a lame line is that?"

The smirk broadened, he turned around and looked her in the eyes this time. "So she does have a little fight in her. I like that, Sindy the librarian." His eyes flicked to her curled fists. "Going to punch me, or is that your version of foreplay?"

Imma- Sindy swallowed. "What?"

A lazy wink sent her blushing a bright green.

The bell dinged.

"Oh, look at that. Our time is up."

Mikhail moved to the next table over.

[member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[member="Rusty"]

Spencer smiled softly and nodded. He was attractive but she didn't sense a true lifeform, either way he was nice to look at. Brushing her hair back she looked down at her name tag and chuckled. "I'm Spencer, nice to meet you Rusty." Again this was more than awkward. I mean people didn't date like this really? "I don't know what the heck I'm doing here either. Was set up by some girls I know and all that jazz." Spencer cut herself off quickly, knowing the quickest way to turn something sour was to bring up the past. Speaking of the past there was a man here, that tickled something in the back of her mind. It had been ages and with the help of Ashin's grandfather some detail was missing from her mind, still the scent of pine lingered [member="Mikhail Shorn"].

"So um, what do you like to do in your spare time?"

 

[Rusty]

The Shard inclined his head respectfully.

"The pleasure is all mine, ma'am."

There was a slight drawl to his voice, just the barest hint of an accent.

"Spare time? Uh, don't have much of that. Until recently, I was a partner in a shipping company, left to manage my business full time. It's like herding acklays most days, only more likely to bite me on the ass. And I would know about being bitten by acklays..."

He trailed off, lest she think he was some weirdo who sought out dangerous prey to test knew weapons systems. Because, let's face it, he was.

"So what about you?"

Dear Gods I hope this is over soon, he thought. She seems nice enough, but I just want to get to the bar and forget all about that wretched little ship.

[member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Being an Empath she seemed a bit more open to the feelings around her. It was odd, but she leaned onto the table and smiled as sweet as she could. Though she returned to keeping this as civil as possible. Scratching the bottom of her chin she tried to figure out what she did on her own free time. Honestly, she didn't do much beyond helping Ashin plot out things, help with ke dem and take care of Ibaris. The latter not so much since the girl was practically grown.

"I've never been bitten by one so I wouldn't know haha. Spare time, I like to read and tinker with holocrons. Um." She could tell something was bothering the shard.

"Everything okay? I'm sorry I'm not as exciting as I should be. You know blondes have more fun ehehheheheh..." Looking away she sighed and just did her best to keep smiling [member="Rusty"]

 

[Rusty]

"I'm a Shard weaponsmith who got tricked into coming here in this ridiculous body by my secretary, who has a terrible sense of humor," Rusty deadpanned. "If blonds are supposed to be fun, I'd be the last to know."

It took him precisely three quarters of a second to realize that he might have potentially stepped on a verbal landmine the likes of which could potentially be just as unpleasant as the real thing.

"Not that I don't think you're fun or anything" he hastily added. "You just seem like you're not too happy to be here yourself. Now me, I'm here because I would very much like to drink until I stop caring that I'm no longer welcome in the first place I've called home in over 900 years. They're only serving free mixed drinks to folks who participate in this."

The Shard gestured to the tables around them, each one loaded with its own equally awkward couple.

"Call me crazy, but you don't strike me as a willing participant either."

Dammit, Rusty, you're rambling.

At least the restraining bolt that had kept him from swearing was gone.

"Anyway, sorry for being an accomplice to this evening's torture. If it's any consolation, I've done a lot worse for a lot less than free drinks."

[member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[member="Rusty"]

He unloaded everything and Spencer sat there dead pan as she listened. So his subordinates got him to come here as well. Seems they had a lot more in common than she thought. As he finished rambling she scratched her head and nodded. "I recently lost someone, my friends thought it would be nice for me to meet some people."

"After this thing, I'd be down for a drink or two. If you're willing of course."

As she finished speaking, the bell rang and it was time for the gentlemen to move on. "Nice meeting you Rusty!" She called out and then waited for the next participate.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Ordan Vosk"] (first person to post gets the next round)

 

[Rusty]

Rusty nodded an affirmative and got up from the table.

His contractual date had been fulfilled, so he was free to head to the bar. The bartender, an older Bothan male with distinguished gray fur that seemed completely at odds with the heavy isotope band T-shirt and blue jeans he wore, took one look at the Shard, then at the speed dating session, and then back at the Shard.

"Whatchu want?" he asked, his voice high and reedy.

Rusty cracked a grin.

"Got a new liver, needs breaking in."

"Say no more."

 

[Jessica Justice]

The bell ringed, and a warm smile cut across that pretty, young face. "It seems ye time with me be finished, love. It was a pleasure meeting ye.... uh... Marcus! Yes!" She'd laugh, scratching the back of her neck slightly. Oh poor guy, it wasn't his fault he was that boring..... well.... Okay, it kind of was.... But still, she wasn't trying to be mean about it! She was just glad that her father wasn't present, or else just about every last guy to take a seat across from her would have crosshairs permanently affixed to the backs of their skulls.

Over-protective parents. What can ya do?

Waving as he crestfallen shipwright slunk away to the next table, Jessica couldn't help by give that winning smile of hers to the next occupant of the seat across from her. Pheromones flying, with her inadvertent, latent Force Persuasion effect aiding in giving her immediate area a warm, inviting feeling, the Young Justice was here for fun, making some new friends, and.... well... Flirting, of course. It was a fun game, batting words around akin to kittens playing with yarn or feathers. It was all in fun, and she certainly hoped any who exchanged pleasantries with her would find the experience as much fun as she would!

[member="Rusty"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Mikhail Shorn"] | [member="Nei Laa"] | [member="Ordan Vosk"] | [member="Alyesa Organa"]​

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Spoiler

OOC: I'll be up for maybe another hour, before bed for the night, then wont be on till evening Eastern Standard time again. So, please be patient with me if you chose to take that unoccupied seat!

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

(OOC: I'm sure this will be hilarious)


[member="Nei Laa"]


Of all the absolutely, most positively terrible plots in the universe, his acolytes had undertaken a rather massive conspiracy, to convince Vorhi Alestrani to get out and have a love life. Among the long list of things that had never gone well for him, love was one of them. Then again, he supposed his students had to force him to leave. Especially with the last few weeks. Ghosts, slaughter, madness, oracular visions of impending doom. It was either get out and meet people, or keep trying to drown his sorrow in wine. And frankly, the wine budget was eating into more necessary ventures. He sat down, opposite the blue woman and smiled weakly.


"Hello. Pleased to meet you. I'm Vorhi Alestrani." He bowed slightly, his hat and coat left behind, leaving a blindfolded man in some old robes. "Don't mind the blindfold. It's a bit unfashionable, but it works," he said with a chuckle. His jokes, as always, were lame. But hey, just because you're sneaking up on forty with less grace than a Bantha on Glitterstim doesn't mean you shoulnd't snicker, right? "What's your name, Miss?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Now what the hell was he doing here? He wasn't drunk, something he avoids at all time, and he wasn't high on spice, another thing he avoids too. Truth be told, Vilaz never dated anyone or had a special someone in his life at all. He was into women, but he never invested his time in opening a relationship nor had the thought of doing so. The Mandalorian thought it was best for him to not waste his time in someone that would end up dumping him, make him spend credits on the girl, and be in a depressed mood which would affect his career as a Bounty Hunter and a Warrior.

With a name tag that was clipped on to his armor he sat down at some table and on the opposite side was a female Togruta with the name of "Seltah".

"So you're name is Vilaz," the first question coming from the alien.

"Indeed so. Nice name you got there," the Bounty Hunter said while trying to sound confident with the woman.

"Thanks, so what's with the armor?"

"Well, I'm a Mandalorian and-"

"Wait, Mandos date people? What?"

"Well, yeah, if we didn't, then there wouldn't be a bunch of us ro-"

"Oh, my Force! My mind is blown away! Can we like go on an actual date sometime!?"

"Uhm, sure? What's your nu-"

This time, he was interrupted by the bell and the girl quickly wrote down her number and gave it to him. It was hard to read the numbers since the Togruta wrote it down in such a hurry.

"I'll see you later!" and a wink was given to him.

The Field Marshal could only facepalm and shake his head.

Manda, help me.

[member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Ordan Vosk]

...a bell rung and he was up to bat. As the line he'd been ushered into dispersed to other tables Ordan, looking ahead and feeling himself prompted by a hand on the back of his shoulder would soon move forward and take a seat across from the blonde woman. On the way to taking a seat he'd have seen a Mandalorian mingling in the crowd and raising his drink he'd have said..."Nice armor, man."...Ordan was a lover of many things a good woman, a good drink and a good set of armor all amongst them. Anyways he took a seat across from Spencer, well that's what her name tag said her name was and reached up to loosen the color of his shirt nonchalantly...

...hot in here all of a sudden and Ordan liked to be comfortable, maybe it was being out in the open like this and not having much experience when it came to this type of thing. Funny how awkward otherwise confident people become when they're taken out of their comfort zone. Ordan would set his drink down on the small table seperating the two of them, stirring it a bit with the straw that it came with before just coming right out with it..."Hi Spencer."...at least he could read, that had to be a bonus..."I'm Ordan. You look like you could use a drink so feel free."...did I mention his giant drink came with a second straw because it did. Just like that they could share a drink, a bit of alcohol always helped loosen people up. Ordan was all about being loose and relaxed, hell he was even dressed like it...

...wearing a typical Hawaiian style shirt probably gave away the fact he wasn't expecting to go speed dating but he was here to make the most of it. What's Hawaii you ask? Well don't! A lot of guys seemed to be dressed suave or wearing armor or something but he was all casual. Hawaiian shirt overtop something a little less showy, shorts and sandals because why not!? A Lightsaber was on him somewhere too. Damn thing, he usually had to hit it a few times to get it to stop flickering and work right. Now Ordan could have lead off with a pick up line, hell it was almost expected at some of these sit downs but he chose a good old fashioned icebreaker..."What brings you to the world of speed dating? Hell, you don't look like you'd have any trouble finding a date if you don't mind my saying."...he was an upfront kind of guy...​

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[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Spencer Varanin"]

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

"Kark yourself!"

This was barked at the young gentleman before Vorhi, a (in Nei's eyes) nerdy kid that put a scrawny bean pole to shame -- both in weediness and colour. Truthfully, the Nautolan bore no ill will towards the kid; he was just in the wrong place and she wanted to make people squirm.

As the geek ran off, some blindfolded nerfherder decided to plop his own idiotic rear in the recently vacated seat.

At his words, Nei merely gave a derisive snort, arms folded. "Bowing be for old people, si'vuri foh." Tossing her nubbed tress over her shoulder, she added, "Call me Nei. Nei Laa. Not Miss, not--" her mind flashed to Joran. "Not Love. Nei."

Across the room, she spied a familiar individual [member="Vilaz Munin"]). Well, vaguely familiar. He was the idiot who stuck a blaster in her face.

Stupid people.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Nei Laa"]



Vorhi simply snickered. "Old man? Hell, after the month I've had, somebody younger than me might be the only one who can keep up," he said cheerfully. "But then again, that'd imply I have a plan, instead of simply getting shoved into this," he shook his head a little--and then shook her hand. She had the kind of grip usually reserved for pistoleers. Interesting. "Nei, it's a pleasure to meet you. So, tell me a little about yourself. And for the record, bowing is for sparring partners where I come from, not just 'venerable elders'," he said, making a motion to resemble a dottering man with a cane.



He listened and watched the young Nautolan. Energetic, undisciplined, obviously ready to finish whatever got started, be it friendly or violent. Or in his case, both. He grinned a little. What would make this entertaining? Oh, provocation, and a little confrontation. There was definitely a confrontational streak in this woman--he wondered how that would work as he suddenly gained what good best be described as the dumbest poodoo-eating grin possible. "Unless, of course, you're frightened at the prospect of talking to an old man. Which is fair, I mean, I'm rather intimidating--" He gave her just enough time to interrupt while jokingly puffing out his chest. Always fun to see how people reacted to a little teasing. Besides, she started it, calling him old.

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Spencer Varanin"]

"I not say 'venerable elders'. I say 'old people'. Don't put words in my mouth."

She crossed her arms again, black eyes watching this odd duck like a hawk. He seemed to be as nonchalant as she was uptight, and similarly as goopy as she was grumpy.

This would be an interesting conversation. Good thing they only had a couple minutes left.

At Vorhi's following statement, though, Nei merely scowled deeper. "Tcha. I seen baby nexu more scary than you -- and cuter." She thumped her chest with one hand. "But I not be scared easy. Si'vuri. I be pilot, and shooter. Seen things in nightmares. Walked in nightmare. Not fun."

Her mouth shut abruptly, tresses coiling upon themselves as the Nautolan realised she was doing exactly what she didn't want to do: talk to an idiot male. Angered at her foolishness and at the buffoon's cleverness, Nei sought to cover it up by adding another insult.

"Si'vuri foh."

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Nei Laa"]


"You're right, that's a little unfair. 'Sides, I'm far from venerable," he said as she took a figurative swipe at him. "Heh. That'd be the third time I've been jealous of a Nexu in my career," he said with a chuckle. If he had eyes, he would've winked. He simply nodded cheerily.




He resisted the urge to stick out his tongue as the young woman actually said something in earnest. Nightmares, war--well, so much for levity. At least he tried to enjoy the night but he listene,d his features shifting from clownish to more sympathetic, and slightly cracked at the smile. When it came to war, Vorhi's age showed over the general childishness. "Yeah, the battlefield is a place that breeds a lot of strength, for some." He sighed. "I was something of a soldier years back, myself. These days, I stick to freelance work."


He wasn't certain he wanted to go into details. I mean, he had spoken for the dead of Roche, and summoned the dead of Druckenwell. He was a man who chased ghosts. How did he...ah. Simple answers. Right. "In my experience, the best way to deal with walking through the nightmare is to have a bigger dream." There was the stupid grin again. "But we've each got our own path to walk, Nei. It's worth it in the end. Trust me."


The bell dinged. "Hmm, I guess time's up. Sorry for the unsolicited advice. A pelasure meeting you, Nei."