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Upon arrival at the booth, Julian was greeted by a young man dressed in dress pants, freshly shined shoes, a white blouse and a tie to finish off the look. Just like the daters who were up for auction, he too seemed to be roasting in his own outfit.

"Jeez! You finally made it buddy!" The young man told the newcomer, breathing a sigh of relief as he extended his hand to him. "For a moment I thought I'd have to risk my butt and go up there on stage myself! Oh, by the way, I'm Richard. I'll be your announcer. Basically your killer if you don't like these kind of things and magine the stage as a gallow." A playful laugh at his joke and Richard continued to talk with Julian, trying to ease his nerves...if he had any pulsing through him.

"Oh, You're not drunk are you? You don't feel light headed either? I don't want you to vomit or keel over on stage....believe me...no gal or guy likes that to happen if they're betting on you. Bad first impression. Anywho. Let's get you up on stage."

"You know why you're here. You just go out there, answer questions, look pretty, act like a....What are you supposed to be, again? A runaway groom or something? Anyways, just get your bum through the curtain and act nice." Richard asked, giving Julian a brief run through of what was to take place. The young man was a fast talker, so it was a miracle if Julian could actually register what the man was asking or telling him.

Without another word, Richard let the young man out onto the stage with him. He placed Julian Sweet in the middle of the stage as he began speaking into a mircophone, "Alright! Ladies and Gentleman! Thanks for attending the auction! I know you've all been waiting. Now, let's get on with things. Meet Julian Sweet! Dressed as a butler. Mr.Sweet, do you have anything you'd like to say to your adoring crowd as they begin their bids?"

Clearly, Aphismet had only have the nerve to call Julian crazy, because he had not yet met the date booth's announcer. While Richard skimmed over any topic imaginable having to do with Julian's public sale, all the scientist could think of was that he wanted to surgically remove the young man's voice box and ability to speak faster than he thought. The man was an abomination of nature if he could manage to say almost everything under the sun without letting Julian interject a single syllable. Understandably, after a few instants of paying mild attention, X Lab's primary scientist focused the entirety of his awareness onto smoothing his blazer and the dress shirt underneath. At that point, he would consider it a major personal victory if he could at least eradicate the larger wrinkles before he made a spectacle of himself.

True, his presenter might have been seeking to dull his anxiety, but all the explanations only managed to increase Julian's feelings of intense agitation. Being pushed onto the stage was nearly a relief in comparison to standing there as Richard articulated the entire situation.

A flash of stage fright spread through him, and then he remembered who he was and played the part.

Walking briskly to the center of the stage, the student turned to face the small crowd. He stared directly at the customers as they watched him for only a beat, before he parted his lips and smiled. When in enjoyable company, Julian always tried a half-formed grin that looked extraordinarily uncomfortable upon his features; within the confines of the auction, he nearly beamed. The expression was his professional smile; the sort he used on potential investors or his uncle when he needed any monetary assistance. As of yet, no one involved with the lab had seen his mask quite so brilliantly placed, but he was performing purely for Dr. Kyou's sake and that made all the difference.

Gaining the doctor's trust was far more important than his personal dignity.

"Good afternoon," he said, voice quiet, yet absurdly self-satisfied.

She tipped her glasses down a ways to get a better look at this…Mr. Sweet. Those cold seeming gray eyes slowly took him in from head to toe. ‘He certainly was dressed nicely enough and easy on the eyes…hmmm…’ she thought silently to herself. The price of gold weighing on her mind much more as she tried to decide whether she would partake in this date auction. ‘Seems the intellectual type, so he’d provide plenty of stimulating conversation no doubt…nice smile too…’ But she wasn’t entirely convinced about spending hard earned cash on such a frivolous thing as this just yet. He’d merely said ‘Good afternoon’ and that was all. As she had figured, Ebony thought the people up for bid had to somehow sell themselves, but she could be wrong. People did judge others on looks primarily all the time, why should this be any different? Well…it was for charity after all. Perhaps she should give back some after having taken so much herself in life. ‘Still…’ her thoughts drifting away as she looked about to the other potential bidders, her finger tightly tugging upon a loose strand of violet hair while her overlapping leg bobbed daintily in even beats.

As always, Lazarus ended showing up late again for the lab event. It's the same thing with the valentines event last time. Only in this one, Lazarus was reluctant to go due to the change of scenery when Summer arrived - girls in light summer clothes and bikinis. Last Summer, he didn't know anything or developed any interest with the female body figure. But this Summer, his state of mind and thinking had changed dramatically, all thanks to Tsu. He came in the end, driven by guilt, it was him who blew up the lab after all.

Trying to not stand out too much for being late in the festival, he stayed in the sidelines and behind bushes as he made his way to his designated destination - the ice cream booth. In his hands he clutched on a white apron nervously, eyes trying to stay in front and not dart around too much as he moved. He don't know why, but nowadays he became nervous very easily around girls. Last time he used to despise them, but now it's replaced by a feeling of discomfort. Especially if they're scantily cladded, his currently existing heart would beat like a horse's gallop.

His eyes brightened a little as he saw a familiar figure manning the refreshments booth beside his booth - Rivener. Feeling a little more relieved and brave, he waved at Rivener as he settled behind the large ice cream box in front of him. "Hey Riv!" he said casually before putting on the apron and getting ready for work.

Luckily for Lazarus, he's floating so it was easy to him to regain balance. This however, was not the case for the girl that bumped into him. He grabbed onto the girl's arms reflectively, trying to prevent the girl from falling. The both of them fell backwards a little but thankfully they didn't hit the ground. The heavy camera swinging dangerously around the girl's neck as she released her grip on the camera due to shock.

"You alright?" Lazarus asked as he pushed and helped the girl to regain her balance. At the very least this girl was covered up decently.

"Ooph!" Lazarus floated back a few steps instinctively as the girl's head hit his chest. He frowned as his hand reach up to rub the part her head hit, the lady sure have some really hard forehead. Although slightly annoyed, but Lazarus couldn't bring himself to burst at this girl because he know she wasn't intentional.

"It... it's okay." trying his best to calm the flustered girl down. "I'm okay, I accept your apology. Just next time... try to watch where you're going." but his tone turned a little snarky in the end anyway. Oh well, bad habits die hard. After he's sure that the photographer was alright, he floated back behind his booth. Then suddenly he noticed something on the booth that he didn't saw before this - a little golden bell. He stared at it sitting idly on the booth and narrowed his eyes, is he supposed to wave that thing to attract people?

Jesus it was already hot in this suit! I mean, he looked good and he guessed that outweighed the heat stroke which would inevitably end this night. He polished up pretty nice for a convict and with all the half naked ladies running around, it looked as if his chances were going to be quite high. But he was really only looking for three people tonight and all were immune to his pheromonal charm.

But first he needed to find Sevilin and mooch a few roses off his charge.


"Oh?"The sea Frei commented absentmindedly as Vyn kept growing closer and closer. That was strange, they'd met before. How did the Raevan not-- Ah, guess it didn't really matter. "My name's Sevilin!" He chirped proudly, winking amiably. He saw a lot people do it on TV. It took him a week to learn how and not 'look like retard having a seizure' as We`rika had put it.

Startled by the new voice that came before him, Sevilin looked on like a deer in the headlights. Flower? "Oh! Uh..." The watery Raevan looked down at his selection and up at the girl and then down at his flowers. He picked a lush purple iris, "This one... definitely!" Sevilin had no idea what he was talking about, but he was learning from We`rika the art of bullshit. "They are uhmm--" At the sight of his guardian, the little Frei began to trail off.

Ignoring the customer before him, We`rika came around beside Sevilin, bending low as he pleaded for a discount. "Hey, could ya grab me a few roses please... Three ain' gonna hur' th'lab..."

Sevilin looked appalled, "What? You think I'm just giving awwaay all my flowers! You hafta pay!"

"....... " We`rika yanked a rose and shelled out the friggin three dollars for the plant. "See if I'mma ever nice ta ya again...!" The Huichol chided as he ran off to the date auction.

"........ They are 3 dollars each and then 20 for a bouquet..."


Putting on his best kicked puppy face as the volunteers at the auction scolded him for being late, he quickly adjusted himself in the back in front of a mirror. Yep, pretty ********' hot. Since it wasn't his turn quite yet, the shaman lingered in the awaiting crowd hoping to size up his competition. That's when he saw his muffin. And what a muffin! Hot damn! For once We`rika could only stare as he couldn't think of anything to say. She was always looking good, but she outdid herself tonight. ".................. Hi...." We`rika felt like a little boy all of a sudden. "Haha, I'mma sorreh! Here..." He handed her the rose he had just bought "Yer lookin' fine and foxy tonigh'..."