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“What the hell… really? I’m guessing since he’s in charge he can just… do it anyways.” Sid blinked when Melvin snapped his fingers, s**t, if that was the case he was going to have to make sure to carry a bottle of sunscreen in his pocket and figure out how to never take his hat off again.

“Mayhem no, I mean maybe done a few things here and there but nothing really anything I would consider fuzz worthy.. For the most part. But yea… you could consider that my major crime. More of a lover and less of a stand there and let someone ruin my pretty face.” Or anything else that he liked in pristine condition. “What else do you do around here for fun? Besides laying low.”

"Oh!" There had been a fair bit of various commotion, but she heard the name Lysander and sure enough, there was a gentleman waving in her direction. Gentleman was certainly the best way to describe him - he was dressed very well, and he looked rather friendly. "Yes, I'm Sherry, and no, it's certainly not."

She glanced around again, wondering why he'd make that comparison. Though it seemed like the purpose of the this whole exercise was to get to know one another - so maybe that was it. Bars were good for chatting.

"It's nice to meet you, sorry to keep you waiting," Sherry said, reaching for a pillow and setting herself down on it. "I have to say, that's a very nice suit. I almost feet under dressed for this occasion." She wished there had been a memo about dress code.

So far, so good, maybe. Sid wasn’t entirely sure but he figured if he kept putting out an occasional joke, and telling most of the truth it wasn’t a collapsing failure.

“What I enjoy is.. Was... I guess the usual, clubbing, occasional party… meeting people..… music was a big thing. Not so much me playing or singing or whatever… but concerts, small gigs, whatever I could go a listen.” He skipped over a few of the others, not wanting to spend time explaining. “Diving sounds like it would be something fun to do around here. Find or see anything cool?”

Cooking sounded like a really fun skill to have, especially when you got to try the results after and to this Jolene smiled brightly, "What kind of soups?"

When the question was turned back on her though she started rubbing her arm uncertainly, "Uh... just... puzzles. Whatever I can find to keep my brain going I guess? I'm used to not having anything to do, the staff here have been really helpful though and seem to always have tasks for me to do indoors."

"Is it?" Ace blinked innocently, as a newbie to speed dating, he had no idea what shallow topics they should be touching or better say he didn't know which are regarded as deep contents. In his life, he didn't have anything he couldn't talk about. "It's fine to me but if you think it's not, we can talk about it in private next time." Not sure what they could talk about, the tall man frowned lightly, "So what can we talk about? What're considered appropriate topics here?"

He might, for a second, tried to overhear what others were chatting. Ace heard something like clothes, cooking, hair and so on. The Sun hunter tried to recall how he met others: in Jason's situation, the hunter was under the effect of the green eye and attacked him...... In Rep's situation, the full hunter asked him for a spar....In Claude's, she was the one who woke him up......

Ace thought of many, but all of them didn't seem to apply to situation of a casual date. Like a good pupil, he asked his teacher if they could talk about their weapons.

Recognizing that he had probably put his foot in his mouth he pulled both hands out of his pockets and held them up in a gesture of apology.

"However you do it, looks nice, s'all." He certainly didn't have the patience likely required to do make up such caliber. Heck, he didn't shave because he was too lazy to.

Thinking about his beard reminded him that it itched sometimes, so naturally he had to scratch at it with blunt nails as he watched his 'date'.

"Nah," he answered easily, hand pausing in the beard scratch to think about what he might say after. Truthfully that sounded like a lot of work and too much dreaming. "Distractions maybe, but don't really believe in that true love nonsense."

Back into his pockets went his hands. "You?"

She was never one to be late. Joana had impeccable timing, always, and yet, today she didn't. Her perfect attendance record was mentally mocking her as she entered the room filled with people chatting-- This definitely hadn't been something she'd been looking forward to, but she was aiming to meet new people. She hadn't gone out much from the initial shock of arriving at her current home, but after her fourth day encased in her room, she realized she needed people to talk to. Struggling out of bed after signing up, Joana was used to being on her game, but for some reason, today she was lacking. It would be alright, she hoped-- It didn't look like she'd been too late, right? Avoiding the people talking around her, the normally diligent woman seemed slightly frazzled at the prospect of being, well, looked down upon because she was late. She had asked them to pair her with someone ambitious. She straightened her back, cleared her throat, and moved to the front to search for her partner, eyes fierce, body poised, expression one of instant judgement. Sonja, hmm? Maybe she was nearby...?

The only other person searching for someone might've been a huge clue. Maybe. She approached them stiffly, seeming a little uncomfortable at the thought that she was supposed to maybe become a pair with this person. "Ahem. Excuse me. Are you Sonja?" She asked, head lifted high, crossing her arms unsurely. This girl seemed younger than her, and something like a troublemaker. Joana wasn't impressed. (But she had to admit, she was cute.) "I am Joana. I apologize for my lateness. Pleased to meet you." Simple, to the point. That was Joana.

He was pretty sure it didn't make him brave at all, but he wasn't going ot argue the point, since it mostly looked like Melody needed at least something to hold onto. Nash gave a small laugh, sounding a mixture of amused and exasperated as he said, "They were definitely interesting, that's one way of putting it."

He smiled at her. "Sure. You can ask me whatever you want, I don't mind."




Either October missed the it's just Inoke comment, or he was choosing to selectively ignore that. "Oh, it's definitely science," he said now, with an air of wiseness that was probably not entirely accurate. "Science doesn't have to be all numbers, there's a certain science to putting one person with another and vice versa."

He liked the idea of umbrellas being a necessity. October was, however, disappointed that no one had ever heard of Tomodachi Life.

"Minipets are little creatures here on the island," he informed them both. "They can be pets, and I want to see them, but if neither of you have them, then that's very sad. And why did you go back into the pod?"