#wtscblinddate

Hello Darlings! It's that time again!! Well, past it but I was busy and distracted and forgot to post... Send in your names for the blind dates!! This week will be completely random. Aside from matching male with female, unless anyone has any issues with that (you can request in your ask with your name for that~) then send in those names!

You have until the 14th to get those names in~

Date/Time: February 14th, 2014, 8:37 pm.

Location: Chez Invité

Gray looked at the clock for the fourth time in the past minute. He had been sitting at the table for the past seven minutes, having arrived at eight thirty sharp, which is when he and the girl he had been matched with for the blind date were supposed to meet. She was late. Not that he had truly expected the stranger to be on time, but he couldn't help but be slightly irritated. But at least getting there early meant that he had time to order a bottle of wine, though the single red rose in a glass case at the center of the table made the scene so romantic that he wished he had never signed up for the dating service. He didn't even know anything about the girl other than her name.

Perhaps it had been Vaisey's comments over the past few weeks that made him sign up, or perhaps the it was idea of spending yet another Valentine's Day alone while everyone at the office obsessed over their plans. Either way, he was regretting it now. Amongst his tendency not to get along with people, and to suffer when he was around them, Gray was spending a decently large amount of money to look good for a girl that he probably wouldn't even like. Knowing him, the evening would probably be cut short because one of them would storm out. Why did you think this was a good idea? Idiot! He couldn't help but mentally chide himself, wishing he had thought twice before sending in the form. Too late now.

Where? On a super fancy restaurant. When? Some minutes after seven pm on valentine’s day. With who? He doesn’t know. He entered in the said restaurant and asked the waiter for the reserved table. He thought it was childish that blind date thing but it would be interesting. To have a date with a completely stranger. He was curious but still a bit nervous and looking around at the people. There were some kids playing around. Parents bringing their kids to a restaurant of this kind… trouble. He thought. Beside that there weren’t much people in the restaurant. All couples celebrating the date. And there was Abbott waiting for his date.

Date: 14th February, Valentine's Day

Location: Outside Lacey's house

Good luck- txt me if date is nutso.

He wrote back a quick reply, rolling his eyes and pocketing his phone. Why did he sign up for this? What if he did get a nut? God help him. Exiting the limo, he straightened his jacket, ignoring the nagging feeling that was Abril going out with what was likely to be a loser. Someone not nearly as perfect as he. He never should have signed up for this..

Date: 14th February, Valentine's Day

Location: Outside Rebecca's house

Barrel tripped, stumbled, and found his feet once more, face downturned in fear he'd drop his loot. He'd signed up for this date on the pure chance he'd find someone interesting to share it with. Though.. he wasn't exactly a romantic. If this 'date' of his was looking for a nice dinner over candle light, she might be a tad disappointed.. but he had chocolate, which was ten times better!

Date: 14th February, Valentine's Day

Location: Outside Penelope's home, Storybrooke, Maine

Jefferson held a slip of paper in his fingers, giving it one last check to ensure that, yes, he was at the right house. Satisfied, he slipped it into his jacket pocket, stifling a sigh. Why did he sign up anyway? It wasn't as if he didn't have enough company. This woman (Penelope Fields, was it?) was one of the few he didn't know. Not by name, at least. Maybe he'd remember once he saw her face. After all, he knew every face in Storybrooke who had passed his telescopes.

He made his way to the door, pausing once he reached it. He held one hand to it, the other raised to read his watch. He waited until the exact second when the second hand clicked seven thirty, before giving three short knocks.

Date/Time: February 14, 2014

Location:

Sanford knew how hard it could be to enjoy his company. It wasn't that he was a hard person to get along with, it was the incident. When he was a child he had been terrified of other people. He would be shy and quite and hide often because he was small and different, he didn't fit. For class he had been required to give a speech and he had tried to but he got so nervous he went to speak and nothing came out. The teacher and entire class started to mock him and he had been unable to talk to people he didn't know ever since.  It was a lot more complicated than that, but thus were the basics. Sadly that made it difficult for him to easily meet someone so when the opportunity for blind dates came along he was completely open to it and had instantly started to plan.

He had been pleasantly happy upon hearing Annica's name. She was a sweet person he had talked to before and she was interesting and beautiful and nice and he liked her very much. He figured dinner at a house was a bit too much but he hated crowded places as it was hard to hear and all the restaurants would be very full so he made other plans and had been setting them up all day and then headed to her apartment to pick her up. He brought flowers and chocolates with him hoping she liked such things and dressed in a button down shirt of deep purple and black dress pants and a golden tie. He was curious as to what her answers had been and set up questions he could ask her and had them written down to keep up conversation. He liked being allowed to pre-plan it helped him. He walked to her door and knocked.

February 14, 2014, 7:28 pm

Whale Home

Treven was super excited. He'd dressed in a blue button down shirt with a black vest and slacks, with a nice black jacket over both because it was cold. He'd messaged Sally through the Blind Date system to let her know that tonight would be semiformal dress, and he had created an odd mix of spontaneity preparation- he hoped she would like it.

He got out of his car at her home and took a deep breath, calming his butterflies a little. He walked to her door, adjusted his vest a little, and knocked. "You got this." he whispered.