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Round 1, Post 2
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Now this was certainly a different turn of events. The figure before him had certainly started this 4-minute date off by getting straight to the point, though she cleverly hid those features away with a very innocent and alluring smile. He was not ignorant, however. The male could probably pass off for being shy. A few people could attest to his actual nature however. He usually found it best to let others find out on their own. All the while, however, he would humor this gullible sensibility by daring to be all the more naíve. Knowing him, trying or daring was not that much of a difference as he was just genuinely odd and awkward.

She had told him that it was alright to stare. He looked up at her and gave a closed smile with a double head nod. His head was no longer lowered to look at the table a bit as his eyes instead made contact with her midriff before finally elevating it to look at her breasts. His head titled partially as he looked at them quizzically like a confused puppy.

"Sorry,"he scratched the back of his head nervously as he finally made proper eye contact, though his face had somewhat of a blush to it with a nervous smile. "It's just that, uh, one of them is, uh..."

He did not have to finish his sentence as there was nothing more he could add to it, leaving his date with nothing but imagination about what could be wrong. He instead looked back up at her and smiled partially again before his attention turned to the figure approaching. The sight of the waiter coming with the basics of beverages appeased his mind at last, which he thanked the figure respectively. The male had quickly applied a couple packs of sugar into the tea, though what came next had certainly given him a time to discern his next choice of actions.

If he had heard correctly, she wanted him to get her wet, so when the black cups of water and tea were sat down before them, he thanked the figure and slowly took a sip from his glass, but feigned to give surprise by almost gagging on the water. That in itself allowed some of it to drip on the black tea cup, which when he applied his mind to it by spacing the liquid out, it would trail down the cup. To the naked eye, it would barely be seen.

"W-wet? That's uh, that's uh, that's uh... He continued to stutter for a bit almost like he was a computer that had crashed. He casually placed his hand off the cup and brought it down to the table to get a napkin, the thin traces of water now rolling under the table at his command. The randomness was about to come flowing like his mouth had become a reservoir, his eyes full of fascination."But your name is Landslide...wouldn't that turn you into mud?"

She probably could dismiss his questions and attempt to rationally explain, but the male had moved on, per say. Instead, his imagination would take place as the concentrated a bit more to let the water itself defy gravity and crawl on the bottom of the table's head.

"I imagine mud would not be entirely too bad if I were to get you wet. It's sort of like clay, I think. You're able to reshape or sculpt with it. I think the issue would be that worms and other nasties may invite themselves right on in that deep crevice and soon you're competing with the cacophony of a dying beached whale."

He smiled just as innocently, believing that he had said something he assumed she most likely asked. He felt great. Great about what was going to happen next and what other questions she had in store.


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O.O.C: PLACE FOR OOC HERE

Genosha? Cheesy-Petes, maybe someone at the Academy did have a worse memory than he did. “I left a little ways into the reconstruction on the old Academy, after the Sentinel attacks.” He trailed off, a sort of wistfulness apparent on his face. The old mansion had been home for so long, he started to realize why this bunker might be a step backwards. ”I had some things I needed to take care of back home.”

Alphas? Cooking? Blasphemy. ”Sorry, I must be at the wrong Academy, the kitchen is strictly Omega turf.” He said with a laugh, never able to take the ever-present team rivalry seriously. A mutiny, on the other hand, he could believe. The Junior X-men did love their food.

Gracie’s desire for her friends to find someone was admirable. Jacen looked to the next table over as she mentioned her friends. He had always had the slightest twinge of jealously for Daylia. Her camouflage was, like, crazy better than his. It was irrational of course; he wouldn’t trade his power-set for anything. But being irrational was the way of the world. ”I’m sure there will be plenty of eligible bachelors for them to choose from.“

”Hex bolts? Like the Scarlet Witch?” he winced even as the words left his mouth. Generally people didn’t care for having their powers related to the baddies. He’d been compared to Toad enough times to know that.

He took the lifeline out of that comment by answering about his former codename. ”Oh, well I used to go by that just because I thought it was a good representation of my powers. Octopus abilities and whatnot.” Technically cephalopod, as Dr. McCoy kept trying to explain. ”Nowadays I go by Jetsam though. Needed a change, and I’d just seen The Little Mermaid, so…”

He stopped as a bell went off, signaling the end of the round. ”Oh, I guess that means I switch.” he looked back to his date, smiling. ”It was great to officially meet you, I’ll see you around, yea?” he put out a hand to shake, figuring it was best to end on a formal note.

Dimitri's countenance formed one of surprise then slight compress from the 'kick' that the taste his ocean blue drink gave him, followed by the heat rush through his body "Mmph! I see why they call it an Adios.."

He had heard about it back in Cali and from the house parties he went to in high school, no one had or tried to make the more fancy s**t. Lucky for Dimitri he was able to try it given their new territory and laws. He strolled over to his empty seat with sastification; thinking about the buzz he was going to get from the one drink alone that would make this even more interesting. Unlike some, nobody actually forced him into this event. Being underground with cold and nothingness on the surface, social activities were... limited to say the least with limited people. And if this was the best someone could come up with, so be it.

It would also be interesting to shoot the s**t a bit more with his female teammates and the omega ones as well. There was always the possibility of something going further than just talking and it was easier to accomplish too, for each of them had something similar to talk about. Dimitri's attire to represent himself in this charade was simple: red polo shirt, black jeans, red tennis shoes, cinnamon mint breath with a spray or two of C.K cologne He approached a table with his drink and relaxed in his chair with his hands laced behind his head.

The first lady to see him, Dimitri could tell that this event was trying to kick things off right from the gate. Daylia Astrallo and Otengam knew each other and clicked pretty well from their prom date. But the redhead's body language said that she wasn't to thrilled to be here in general so Dimitri attempted to lighten things up from the get go.

"Yeah, ...I know..." he said, followed by a wry smile. As if he was reading her thoughts on this entire thing.

He playfully sunk his head in embarrassment when she called him out on not following up prom with a call. In actuality they had followed up prom with a snuggle session post Netflix and chill(without the "chill") that as hard as it was to believe, Dimitri still kept that part under wraps to everyone else. "I was going to but I know this sounds crazy.....but robots came and try to kidnap me." And as a result, had to switch into the Playboy.

"So yeah, I was kinda tied up." He admitted. "I'll call next time I promise."

Regardless of how this was all set up, they were both playing the game and it seemed to be leaning towards more of a game when she asked for a candy bar? "I have mints if you'll settle for that." It was speed dating after all and was looking fresh. Why not keep one of his money makers fresh too?

"Keeps your mouth busy and won't stain that pretty smile of yours. You like cinnamon? " A lie detector would catch Dimitri red handed if he said that Daylia's request wasn't random.

He gave Daylia a slight mild expression shortly after. "Wait.... Did you came here to go table to table trying to come up on candy for your dinner tonight?" he teased. "You look great, so you can actually try and score two candy bars.... maybe something with a plate on it."

Her first date of the day was starting off on an interesting foot. He seemed nervous, fiddling with the menu and rambling on at times. It was too cute for her to pass up - she'd never forgive herself. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to misrepresent herself when they had such little time to get to know one another.

He seemed to be trying so hard to avoid eye contact with any part of her, even her more perky assets. Jokingly, she encouraged him to take a peak, which he finally did, or at least parts of her. His head tilted partially, scratching the back of his head with a soft blush as he started to say something about "one of them" before trailing off. For a brief second, the brunette's eyes narrowed at him, but she immediately burst into laughter, clearly confident that there was nothing really wrong with them. Even if one of them were hanging out, n****e and all, she wouldn't have dignified his attempt to throw her off with showing any type of concern.

"Oh, we're going to get along just fine," she responded as the waiter approached them, setting down cups of water and tea that he had ordered for them. In typical Tara fashion, the brunette took charge of the conversation, wanting to make sure that they made the most of their short time together. He had given his code name as Tsunami, which prompted her to ask for clarification on his power. Unfortunately for Marcel, he had just taken a sip of his tea when she asked if he would be able to get her wet, sputtering on the liquid in surprise. If nothing else went right the rest of the day, she would consider this a win.

He continued to stutter after setting his cup down, the brunette almost feeling sorry for the poor boy, before he seemed to break the cycle and turn the question back around on her, asking if it would turn her to mud. She smiled at him, adjusting her white sundress as she gave a shake of her head, "Nah, i don't turn to rock or earth, sweetie. I just control it." She intended to make that the end of the conversation, though he pursued it further, touting the benefits and drawbacks of such an ability, if it were true. Her eyebrows raised slightly, as if she had never considered the possibility before. Again, she started to laugh as he brought up worms settling in "that deep crevice."

"Well, I've never had anything in any crevice I didn't invite or put there myself, so," she trailed of taking a sip of the water that had been put before her, resisting the urge to reach across the table and pinch his cute little innocent-looking cheeks. He seemed to have relaxed pretty quickly.

"Question number two. Wha-a-a," she started, only to jump slightly in her seat, knees knocking unto the bottom of the table and causing the cups to jump slightly as she felt still slightly-warm liquid fall into her lap. He probably expected her to jump up, yell and whine, be embarrassed by it all. No doubt, the noise of her hitting the table and clinking glasses would draw some attention from around the room, though she quickly cleared her throat, putting up a hand to indicate that she was fine.

"It's okay, I'm good, people. Watch out for this one, ladies, he'll make you moist in the nether regions," she announced to the room in a raised voice, fanning herself with her hand as she turned a sly grin back on her date. "Hey, at least it was still warm. I can definitely think of some good uses for you," she continued, chuckling.

"Screw question number two, you're on my short list." Reaching across the table to snatch his napkin from his setting, she nonchalantly put it in her lap, hoping that whatever liquid it was didn't stain.

Round 1, Post 3

Gabriel sat there, taking note of Alexandra’s redness at the cheeks. Did it just get warmer in here? Had she been drinking something other than water? Certainly he couldn’t have elicited a response from just remarking that her mutation is interesting. It was honest; the ability to control sensory input was rather interesting to say the least. Enhancing senses in favor of others could be very useful, especially if certain sensory enhancements allowed for the ability to detect beyond our normal spectrum of perception. Imagine being able to reduce your sense of smell and then be able to see radio waves? His own intellectual curiosity got the best of him as he took a sip of water.

“Of course, whenever something interests me I make a note of it. And truth be told I haven’t heard of that kind of mutation.” he watched her eyes widen a bit to which he had to smirk. Usually when someone hears that he can fire out armor-piercing rounds they usually are surprised. It’d be one thing if he could manipulate metal or something less physical, but being the equivalent to a biological munitions platform often weirded people out. She then wondered if he was ever concerned about the cost of his mutation, to which he simply answered, “It’s a function of my nature, the cost is something I just learn to manage. Diet, supplements, all the good things to make sure my body is properly nourished. And in time I imagine my ability won’t be as costly, simply because I’ll have gotten used to it. However, there are some benefits. The increased metabolism means I sleep far less than the average human, which lets me work in my shop.”

“As for your ability, in time it may come to be the case. However, I personally would rather not wish for something more combat-oriented. Family wisdom taught me that to wish for violence often invites it to you.”

She mentioned a few things about her, allergy to cats, learning to cook, could play the flute all of which he smiled at. An interesting and eclectic array of interests and quirks, and she then asked about himself.

“My family back home has three dogs, a German Shepard, a Dutch Shepard, and a Boxer. I was adopted into a large family, only one with powers of course. Their idea for me to come here, safe environment to better myself. I can’t cook or play music, but I’m pretty savvy on the keyboard. I work on robotics and autonomous drone technology, as well as further my skill in the family trade: gunsmithing.”

“If you ever want I can bring you out to a range, show you how to use a firearm. Maybe you can learn to use your powers in conjunction.”

She then mentioned that their time was up, to which he politely got out of his chair, and said with genuine sincerity, “I would like that Alexandra. I hope the rest of your evening is enjoyable.” he then set off to his next date.

Part of him wished he kept his gun, but that wouldn’t look too good with what he was currently wearing…

"Well there’s plenty of cabin fever around here." Irritation rang true in the blonde's tone as she leaned back in her seat, and draped one of her legs over the other. Arms crossed as a disinterested stare found Blake.

The look on Peyton’s face would give away the fact that it was taking all of her willpower not to roll her eyes at the limp apology from the ‘cowboy.’ She hadn’t been looking for an apology, just hoping he would stop acting so prim and proper. Those sorts of people got on her nerves, she had trouble trusting anyone who acted that ‘sweet.’ Because typically people were assholes and backstabbers. She didn’t believe anyone was honestly, wholey so polite and proper. Just two-faced.

His compliance to everything she said dragged a sigh out of the blonde and her eyes drifted from her ‘date’ to Daylia and Gracie to see if they were having a better time than her. They’d better not be, after dragging her along. Unfortunately they didn’t look nearly as irritated as she was starting to feel.

She realized as Blake proudly rambled on about his rodeo experience, that she was actually trying to pick him apart. Instinct, she supposed. He still apparently did was his mom told him. She would have commented on it but doubted it would get to him. He was either too stupid or too much of a pushover to get angry. He had no fire - that was what she was seeing.

"I’m from Reno - technically Lemon Valley." Her tone would tell him that the response was an obvious answer. "That’s what people around there do. Raise livestock, train horses, go to rodeos..."

"Oh, and gamble and drink. Those are pretty big in Reno too."

The tone she held was a little less than friendly, but mild as far as the iron lungged blonde was concerned. She was bored, annoyed. Her mouth was a weapon in more ways than one, but she wouldn’t waste the effort on someone who wouldn’t fight back. What was the fun in that?

"I think my sister used to think barrel racing would be fun, but she’s more interested in her 4H group than rodeos. We have this makeshift obstacle course at home that she likes to run with her pony. She loves him, but I think she’d kill for a Thoroughbred." A rare smile curled into a small smirk as she spoke about her sister. She really missed her...

"I used to ride, before I came here..."

Blake affirmed her observation with a nod, the barest hint of an amused smirk touching his lips as she stared over the table with a blatant disinterest in being a part of the conversation. “That’s why I came, to be honest. Plus Alice there needs to meet new people.” He’d come to supervise and he was certain every guy that sat down at Alice’s table would hear of it.

When he agreed to her request, her irritation grew. Tilting his head, cerulean eyes shifted over Peyton’s features that he guessed would be considerably more attractive if they ditched the permanent scowl. The more unhappy she got, the more relaxed he was. “Did I offend you, Peyton?” He asked candidly, doing his absolute best to keep his own expression blank. Laughing at someone’s misery certainly seemed rude. Especially because he was beginning to wonder if she would have rather had him argue with her instead of apologizing.

After the super-lunged girl asked whether or not he was actually a cowboy, Blake delved into his experience quite readily - happy to have someone who might listen to a world most of the people here knew nothing about. Peyton said she was from Reno, as though that answered all of his questions. He nodded along until she mentioned drinking and gambling. “We had a bit of the prior in my parts too.”

“Other than Texas Hold ‘Em, I haven’t had too much experience throwing chips, so I’d guess you’d smoke me in cards.”

Peyton finally seemed to humanize herself as she spoke about her sister and his earlier guess that she’d be quite pretty when her features weren’t pulled into an angry expression was right on the mark. His own countenance rose into a smile when she spoke of the pony her sister had. “Me too. I go back to the ranch as often as I can for the sake of my horses.” He didn’t offer the breeds he raised for the simple fact that he had never been one to flaunt his family’s wealth. “If your sister wants to race, I know a guy who has some really good lines at a decent prices. There’s nothing better than a Thoroughbred for the track.”

The bell rang then and saluted his teammate with one finger. “It’s been a pleasure…. I’ll get you that contact info if you think she’d be interested.” Sparks may not have flown between them, but she may as well use his connections if she thought it’d make her sister happy.

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Round 2, Post 1

It took all of two and a half steps to make it to the next table, where he slid into his chair with a smile ready on his face as he caught the tail end of Alice’s words to Roland. “Future date, huh?” He asked, his sapphire gaze glittering with his mirth. “And here you fought me every step of the way.”

“I told you this would be good for you.” He said, bracing himself to go molecular in an instant - just in case he took it too far. Coughing to cover his laughter, Blake remembered he was supposed to be on a date. “Oh, right. This is our date…”

Propping an elbow on the table, Blake rested his chin on his palm and tried for a lazy look. “So… I like pie and my ma’s sweet tea. I want four children. Strapping boys.”

His crooked smile said it all; he had every right to gloat. “But one new friend and a date later makes this worth it.” He countered, his grin growing all the wider. His brows did pinch though when she said half the guys here gave her the creeps. “Really? Which ones?” He asked, unsure of who she meant. Alice did her best to maintain that the victory was hers and the Texan shook his head. “I honestly hope you don’t go spoilin’ things with the other guys out of spite.” He chided.

Unable to stop himself, he chuckled when she said something about the guys here wanting to get into her pants. “Doll, I seriously doubt very many people here came to find a hook-up.” His eyebrow arched then, obviously using themselves as an example. “It was something different to do, and many people jumped on it.” When she mentioned the dress however, his sapphire hues glittered with the win. “No one said you had to….” Sure he might have implied that she try to look nice, but nowhere had he said the dress code included a skirt. “Pantsuits also look nice you know.” He seriously doubted very many of the guys would complain from seeing a little of her leg though.

A minute in, Blake was reminded that this was supposed to be their “date,” and he hammed it up - only for Alice to try and spoil it with her sour mood. “You want to ditch while I’m taking you out?” He asked, feigning hurt as well as a kicked puppy.

He sat lazily in the chair, and while he tried to hide the teasing smile that threatened to overtake his expression, the dimples that accompanied it refused to disappear in his amusement. “Oh I’m a pretty boy now?” She certainly had used other names when he suggested this for their evening of fun. Her eyes darted over to Roland’s table and he shook his head when she said she liked a man with an accent. “What? Suddenly mine’s not good enough after you all but told Aren otherwise?!”

She kicked his shin with the end of her heel and Blake’s leg jumped, his knee knocking the underside of the table. “Now that was uncalled for! Such moves should be reserved for when a man decides he no longer wants to be of gentility.” He griped.