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MATCHMAKER MATCHMAKER MAKE ME A MATCH!

A feeling of dread began to bubble up from within Merope. He shifted uneasily from foot to foot, pale eyes glancing from the left to the right for any sign of escape. He felt pinned. Trapped. The nets of socialization were closing in on him, wrapping tightly about him as Sibyl raised his arms.

She had him right where she wanted him.

He took a step backwards as she unleashed her torrent of words, then another as she continued to speak. "Ah -"
"HI~! I'm Sibyl! It's nice to meetcha! What's your name?

"Er -"

I like your clothes! S'all piratey arrrrrr! You gots some pretty big horns too."

"Than-"

"Do you know there's a piece of your face missing?"

"Ye-"

"Does it hurt? Can I touch it!?"

"No, it -"

"You look like a big dragon but you have fins not wings are you a water dragon?"

He had backed up as she barraged him with questions until he had backed into something. Merope flailed about briefly, his hand alighting on the love machine meter as he steadied himself against it.

The boil didn't say anything as he stared at Sibyl, waiting. It occurred to him then that she was quite finished with her questions, and that he should probably say something. "N-no, I'm not a water dragon," he said slowly, "At least I don't think I am. I'm a leviathan." Merope shrugged, considering. "I guess it sorta is a sea serpent or dragon. I guess? I dunno. What... What are you?"

He removed his hand from the love machine, glancing at it then jumping away from the machine as if it would bite him. He grabbed the end of his trailing blue sash and used it to wipe his hand, shuddering before turning his attention back to Sibyl. "But, ah, seriously. Are you okay? You're rather... Er..." He waved vaguely at her, his forms indicating a shape of some sort that he couldn't express in words.

(( Perfect Match: Xiu
1-2 Apart: Christof, Roch, Edel, Willow
3-5 Apart: Shehk, Danny ))

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Calder has been more than prepared for the event. It was easy to stay over the night before and then, upon waking, set about running a bath, working on setting out clothes, taking a bath himself before setting another for Barth, and then doing his hair. The clothes he had been given by Barth recently were washed and set for him to wear, and he spent the better part of an hour, all of which Barth was in the tub, having a long debate in front of the mirror on just HOW he was going to wear his hair. Usually he wore it up, but for whatever reason, he just wanted to keep it down, and let it spill down his back. He then set about pulling some and placing dying roses around his ears and through his hair, and then got dressed. After brushing the fur about his leg and polishing his hooves, Calder then spent a good 20 minutes looking at the anklet. It shouldn't come off.............but this was Scarentines, and he wasn't about to wear the one thing to someone he didn't like with someone he did. Slipping it off, he placed it on the counter and then helped Barth with his own clothes.

This was a task in itself, but just as fussy as Calder was with his own clothes, he was wanting Barth to dress to match. And then.....there was the simple job of undressing and dressing hsi boilfriend as he debating on clothes. He had decided before, but he took the luxury of passing some time with just changing clothes. If only he could keep Barth undressed all day, but he had to look forward to something later tonight.

Smiling to himself, he was left fluttering here and there, and stealing kissing and touched (he said he was pressing out wrinkles, but they both knew that was a lie), before they were finally done. Smiling, he took Barth by the arm, and they slowly descended the stairs and walked towards where the main event was located. For once, he didn't rush, only because, dressed elegantly under the walk and watching the sky turn from crimson to black, he didn't mind just holding Barth's arm and walking together in public. Barth didn't leave his room often, which meant there were few times he actually got to show him off. To make that public announcement that he was with him.

He liked it.

Entering the main hall, he gawked at the decorations. This was SO MUCH BETTER than last year. He had to wonder where they even got the seeds, but brushed it off. He wasn't going to think of the hows right now. Right now, he was going to be impressed and dance in this magical wonderland clinging to the boil he loved. While the main entrance to the ballroom was a tad packed, Calder sidestepped around them, leading Barth with him, and noticed they were soon surrounded by games. Arcade games by the look of it.

Grinning, he nuzzled against the boil. "Remind you of a certain date?" He asked, and walked around one odd machine before looking over at it. Compatibility machine?

"Ohh. Let's try this one before we find a seat! I bet we get perfect scores." He was clearly missing the point of the game.

Looking at the game once over, he set his hand upon it, and watched the heart in the center pump and then glow. Little dots lighted up, and soon a number flashed on the screen.

He looked to the screen, and then looked at Barth. "Who the heck is Mot?"

Danny noticed another boil getting her number and said, "Hahaha, I got that number too! We win prizes right? 'Cause 13 is li-"

Suddenly the student council called out that their little event was going on, and Danny was immediately distracted, bouncing away after Yin and Alex. The attention span of a phish, that one. Her little converse skidded out of sight in seconds.

Yes West, that was totally your soulmate.

((Exiting to tables~))

Herryk wasn't exactly sure what was going on or why Freya's expressions had seemed to change so fluidly, but that last little smile that she gave him swiftly dissipated whatever worries he might have been feeling. His own expression read of undying love, complete dedication and unquestionable honesty. He would do anything for his beloved, no matter what - and a little part of him wished that the ring wasn't just all based around a silly prank.

Perhaps after the holiday festivities he would have to remedy that.

"Herryk desires another kiss... or three. The game can wait." That being said, Herryk grasped Freya's hand meaningfully. The draugr grunted and glanced around in slight agitation before making his way towards one of the corners of the room.

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Barth laughed.

"Reaper. Wears a cowboy hat, if I remember correctly." He ducked down to kiss Calder's cheek. "And I do remember. Our date, I mean." Their first date had been at an arcade, and involved a lot of shyness and sneaking touches. Barth was too caught up in the atmosphere to pay much attention to the environment.

He was hardly concentrating when he put his own claws on the machine.

15

The high number caught his attention. He had, he had err, maybe not meant to contribute quite so much Fear... it was well above Calder's number. PROBABLY NOT. He was reminded vaguely of the exams the Bogeymen had installed on campus. He scanned through the familiar names. CAN WORK, WITH WORK. That one was embarrassingly on the accurate side, although just the word work gave him chills. BETTER OFF ENEMIES. That was a no-brainer. NATURAL PAIR. Well, in a manner of speaking...

Shehk had also scored a 15. Interesting. Well, numerologically it was alright. A composite of 6. But he had always been partial to 7...

"We're seven apart," Barth said to Calder, with a sharp, private smile. He whispered into the roses braided through his hair, "My lucky number, you know."

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Having missed the dating game (sure to become a love game if he had any say in the matter, JD sauntered over to the OTHER games offered by the student event.

Not bad. A little sparse to what he was used to back home but certainly they had stepped it up a bit. He waited his turn to try out the machine that claimed to be a matchmaker. As it spit out his result, he checked the scoreboard, perhaps over eagerly.

He frowned, disappointed. No perfect match? He crossed his arms and jutted out his lower lip. He would just STALK the machine until someone rolled his damn number.

Moure was more that a little alarmed when the machine's 'heart' started beating faster, and and then shorted out altogether. The hissing sound really didn't help the situation either. Ohcrud, what just-- Did he short it out? Uh, well, Moure really hoped he hadn't broken a probably expensive piece of machinery. He stepped to the side and watched a few others use it to make sure he hadn't killed it on accident, and was finally sure that the machine was okay. When there was a lull in people, Moure, feeling extremely silly but doing it none the less, reached out and gave the match-maker machine a little pat. Okay, no he was not doing this, he felt crazy and was probably going to get a few weird looks so he was just going to go now.

While attempting to put some distance between himself and the hopefully not broken love machine, he glimpsed something he never thought he'd see on school grounds again. The lead hunter. The patchwork moved to investigate, looking over the machine with a slight grin forming. Finally, a way to take out all that anger over those disgusting little humans and their cheap ways of getting out of dying.

Was Moure holding a little grudge against the Hunters from the Conquest incident? Yes, yes he was. Moure really didn't like dying, okay?

In any case, he picked up the mallet of righteous indignation and prepared to smash the stuffing (or whatever these 'Hunters' had in them) out of the little things.

After a nice session of trying to smash Hunters, Moure left with a vague sense of accomplishment. He's actually hit ten, and that wasn't that bad, right?