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Tonight was the night! The dash dating thing, whatever that meant. It'd be fun though, right? That was all that mattered? Junko donned her best kimono and even put all her hair up on her head...all of it. Every last bit, except for maybe one or two small strands by her face that she could get to stay in place. Fine, fine. She'd let them stay. The hair being put up was mostly a precautionary measure; if She couldn't move then She couldn't touch anything, and if all her hair was up She wouldn't be heard as much. She'd be heard just not as loudly or clearly. The last thing she wanted for tonight was for Her to ruin any potential friendships or potential anythings. Definitely not! And so Junko hummed happily to herself as she walked to the Home-Ick room, a place she almost dreaded going to after attending that class with Miss Ginger, but as long as they didn't have to deal with food she supposed it would be alright.

Wow! What an exuberant greeting! Junko smiled warmly to the kelpie boy and waved a bit. "Hello! It's nice to meet you!" She greeted cheerfully, though his welcome speech had her confused. Crying into her pillow about being sad and alone? But...she never cried into her pillow? Did she? She was pretty sure she never had. If anything she cursed or whined at worst because she'd pricked her finger on a needle while sewing! That seemed like an odd thing to say, did anyone else really cry into their pillows at night about being alone?

...This would probably make more sense to Junko if she ever had a moment in life to feel alone. But she said nothing on the matter. There was no use correcting him, because perhaps someone else really did feel that way! She looked to the table in question, pausing a moment at all the little leeches hanging out on it. Eh...okay then. She picked up a random pen and wrote out her name, yes her real name, taking a moment to place it carefully on her chest in a place the badge could be seen and read easily. What a clever idea! Guess this saved them the awkward introductions if everyone could just see each other's names, right?

The best time to wear a striped sweater... slash dress is hopefully now. One with a collar. Turtleneck! That's the kind Colette had decided to wear to the event, along with a nice pair of ankle boots. Colette hadn't thought to put on anything too spectacular, she was just here to get to know her fellow school mates after all, but she couldn't help but hope she didn't look too plain. Some of the students she managed to take a peek at looked quite nice. The good thing was there weren't too many people, so she at least couldn't get overwhelmed. It was funny, at first she figured it didn't really matter; but now that she was actually here, she felt a bit anxious.

The host's welcome had given Colette some amusement. She was sort of guilty, as she knew no one and didn't really have much to do, but she wasn't completely alone either. She had her beloved swords with her as much as possible, though.. they don't actually make conversation. In fact, they were nestled on her back right now; and to Colette's happiness, quietly observing. She thought crying into pillows was a bit dramatic. Yet, she couldn't help but ponder if anyone here actually did do such a thing from being alone.

The leeches on the table were quite.. attention grabbing on their own. Colette didn't want a name tag with any slime on it, though she wasn't even certain if leeches had slime. She certainly didn't wish to hold the activity up either, so Colette snagged the closest name badge that looked fine and filled it out.

First and last.. she hoped that wasn't too formal.

Deacon had tried to dress as nicely, but comfortably as he could manage. Finely pressed black slacks and a silky, dark red button-up dress shirt. Being from the 'better' group of students; at least, as far as he thought; the feline wanted to be sure he made a nice impression. Visually, at least. Whether or not he'd be pleasant to socialize with all depended on if he was disgruntled by the setup and what dates there were to be had.

Once he'd stepped into the room, he immediately decided that the setup was ghastly. Not the good kind of ghastly either, but the one that made him have to try very hard not to wrinkle his nose in disgust. The host of the event didn't make it much better. Deacon had never cried in his life; he certainly wasn't going to start now. Let alone over the fact that he was single. That was his choice. That's what he'd told himself from the moment he'd decided to show up for this event, at least. Coming here didn't make him look desperate... Right?

He was simply... Taking advantage of those who were...

As much as he detested the idea of making himself look an idiot with a name tag, he selected one from the pile and filled it out anyway. Sticking it to his shirt over the right side of his chest, his ears tilted back with distaste of the tag before he finally looked up to actually take in the others in the room who had arrived before him. Aside from the guy who labeled them all as desperate singles, the rest were girls.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad...

Putting on a handsome, if not mildly unnerving grin, he boldly stepped up to the first of the opposite gender that he met the gaze of. "Good evening..."

She heard Kasumi before she saw Kasumi, gasping and whirling around to spot her friend. "Hi, Kasumi!" She chirped happily to her friend, waving back at her. Her hair wriggled a bit, trying to free itself, but Junko had tied it down too tightly! Ha! Sure, it gave her a bit of a headache but she would rather have a headache than allow Her to mess up what was going to be a fun night. She blinked and tilted her head at Kasumi's question, humming thoughtfully. Was she? She never really thought about that kind of thing. Did she have a 'man of her dreams'? Not that she was aware of! "I don't know!" She answered quite honestly, tapping at her cheek. "Are you?" After all, this was a dating thing! And while Junko was here mostly to see what it was like and to possibly make new friends it was possible Kasumi really was here for the dating aspect. Perhaps she had a person she wanted to date and be with?

Junko glanced over to see someone else walking in, pausing to stare curiously at the boil. He was...a cat? His ears were so cute! A-and she wanted to pet his tail! It looked so soft and fluffy and--wow wait a second, those were weird thoughts. He wasn't a cat, he was a student just like her and Kasumi. "Hello, ah.." She paused a moment to look at his name. "Deacon?" She greeted him with a wave, blinking and watching him come closer to them. Wow, he was so...confident! Another girl came in and her attention strayed long enough to see if she knew this person or not, finding she only recognized her from their...sex ed class...she nearly shuddered at the thought. At least her partner was nice. But wow, this girl was pretty. Junko couldn't help but stare at her as she fiddled with her badge, looking from Belladonna to herself and back again. Wow, she didn't own anything that did that to her! Should she? Hmm..

Coralie clicked her tongue as she centered the room, apparently not impressed. Or in fact she was, but not in the right way. This was more pathetic looking than she had imagined. She had known from the moment she'd gotten the letter that it'd be pretty ridiculous, but...this didn't even appear to be going in the interesting ridiculous direction. It was a shame, really. This event had such potential in that regard.

Calder's announcement about no fake names didn't go unheard. She took it as a bit of a challenge, staring down at the boring sticker trying to think of something that would shake things up. A fake name wouldn't have been fun anyway, since there was bound to be at least someone here who knew her real one. But there had to be something she could do with that nametag...She scribbled down something with a shrug and put the tag on the front of her shirt. Huh, awkward placement right across her boob. Well, it wasn't her fault her dress left most of her shoulder neck area exposed. There wasn't really a better place to put it without sticking on her forehead.



Looking around the room lazily, she commented to Wilfred as she closed one eye, "I was right. Definitely a estrogen party." Her hat then began to ramble on about the inappropriateness of it all and something about possums.

The group just kept getting bigger and he was happy for it. He loved all the interaction between everyone and from what he could see, everyone was grabbing a name tag. Moving over, he nodded his head to Kasumi, waved to Junko, and smiled at his friend Belladonna. He didn't know she would be attending but was happy that he could help her in any way. He had tried once before with the Personal Ad board but, as everyone knew, that didn't go over so well.

At the question about actually being involved in the dash dating, he quickly shook his head. "Of course not. I'm happily in love with someone else. I could never find a substitute for my dashing darling." Ah, just thinking about that manly goatee and deep scowl made him feel faint. "No. I'm here to help everyone else get to know each other and find something akin to the joy and happiness I feel on finding my one and only. That and I can't have Hellma going about making our lives miserable. Bitter prude."

Smiling, he spun about and clapped his hands. "Okay now. Seems we got a good group! How about we get things in order."

Pulling out from his pocket, he set to work to start sticking heart stickers on several people, counting as he did to make sure he had a nice number that would work. Once he was done, he turned about. "Now everyone with hearts, I want you all to be the ones to sit. You will always remain at your table. Everyone else will be the ones to move. I'm going to set you all up in pairs for the first round and after that point, when I blow the whistle…" To which he pulled out a whistle from under his scarf. "…the people without hearts will move to the right. We'll do this for several rounds. Okay? Now lets start meeting people!"

Calder sets everyone in your seat for the first round. After a few posts where you characters talk, I'll switch to the next round. If no one talks at that point, it can be assumed you two had a very awkward bit of silence where you fiddled with the centerpiece and tried to think of something to say. Since I don't want to drag this on too long, I'll be giving each around a few days (about 2 rounds each week). Don't worry about remembering who sits where for the next round as I'll be posting a new list for each time we rotate.

Tahki blinked at at the dark feathered demon she had for a partner. Braum. Tahki remembered that name now. The demon had been in sex ed with her and had referred to undead as food past its due date. Tahki felt her cheeks turn a bright red color and her hands turned to fists. The gryphons best friend Amrita was an undead and as such those comments had turned her stomach sour.

Braum was being polite though so there was no reason to bring up any of the past sayings. Everything that possibly could have been said already had been said in sex ed. Julian was a demon and he was also one of her best friends and some of the comments about demons had been unfair in the heat of the moment. Still, Tahki was cautious and nervous as she accepted the chair graciously.

"T-thank you," The gryphon whispered nervously. The gryphon laced her fingers and set her hands on the table. Golden unsure eyes focused on Braum. The fact that Tahki was nervous was a little more then obvious as she trembled unsure of what she should say or do. Headphones were always an option.