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Failyn breathed in and out as she showed the ticketbooth clerk her bracelet that had come with the summons for the blind date. She had changed her outfit from usual preppy dresses into something more fitting for the heat and long walk through the carnival. The dress (with shorts underneath because a proper lady would not go to such a social place without protection) and pair of sandals she thought would offset her usual look.

She even did her makeup a bit, letting her curly white hair fall to her shoulders instead of it's usual pinup. Thanks to her korean/america heritage, the dress flowed well with her slim frail features. She wrapped her purse over her shoulder, staring at the spot where her name was boldly printed on a sign and then looked around.

Well at least she knew her date was...Zach...something. Just Zach.

Well, Emily hadn't expected the event to be so...

Something she'd suspect her Dad of running for others. She'd pried and cajoled to try getting her father to sign up of course, but the encroaching threat of a cold or repiratory infection kept him home the day she went, so Emily had gone alone.

She wasn't sure she made the wisest choice and wondered if the signs were a sort-of payback for Wren's efforts to play Cupid with her father's love life. Regardless, Emily approached the sign, wearing a nicer outfits (slacks, of course; and a button up blouse) and only light makeup today, wondering if her chain earring was, as always, too much or just right, and she settled as neutrally as possible by her sign, looking around curiously.

At least Demetrius was an interesting name and in no way plain or something, but who knew. Wren pondered, wondering what kind of man this would be. Someone like Dad? No, no, a thousand times no, the fussing would be terrible. Maybe Uncle Tom?..... Nope not entertaining the thought. Well maybe she'd get lucky and he'd be like her cousins. Her eldest cousin was pretty awesome and so was second eldest, or perhaps her brother was the personality type. That would be fun. As long as the boy wasn't.... Well.... Boring, she was good.

She just hoped he didn't think she was weird. Note to self - do not use standard Loki-Greeting Procedure.

What would this event be like, he wondered as he began his adventure. Walking slowly but surely to the Carnival entrance.

Demetrius approached the park with his hair slicked back nicely. Wearing a pair of dress slacks, a white buttoned up collared shirt, with some brown shoes. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to wear to these sorts of events. His closet was sure proof of that with his many track suits and sweet pants. He was more used to track and outdoors sorts of things. Though his friends had assured him this outfit would be just fine, he hoped they were right for his and his dates sake.

Part of him was honestly starting to wondering if he made the right choice. After all he hadn't been on a date in a long time or really ever. Unless you count talking to the stars a date. Since they could be quite the company at times that was for sure. They just didn't really answer back was the main problem he faced with them.

Though there was always a first time for everything he decided as he took one long deep breath and glanced at the list of names. He took his finger and moved it down the list. Until he ran into his name and used his finger to trace over towards the name next to it.

"Emily," he whispered quietly but a little loud as he took his finger off the list and put it by his side. What a beautiful name, much simpler then mine for sure - He thought with a smile as he began to look around the entrance for someone who may fit the lovely name. Since after all someone with a name like that, couldn't be anything but lovely he thought as he continued to look around.

Emily watched people come and go, finding names and then searching for their partners, and she simply watched each pass, waving cooly. Of course, this one piqued her curiousity. A blouse, slacks - similar shoes? Well, if nothing else it was a rather amusing cooincidence, and she grinned, waving a bit politely. Her date or not, she grew up apreciating a goot business-formal outfit, and she smiled warmly.

"Nice outfit. Looks good."

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"Girls vary really, but it's a good shot." Emily chuckled. "I'm more worried mine will be run off. I mean. girl in pants."

She laughed some, still smiling and shaking her head.

"That and the geek thing."

Really. Most guys intimidated really easily. She smiled, then grinned at the name.

"Well what do you know. Emily, nice to meet you. I highly suspect you're the one I'm waiting for? hope you like to have fun, Demetrius." She grinned. "I'm big on fair rides and games."

That Christabelle was nervous would have been the understatement of the year.

At her stupid brother's insistence (and her father's request to be a chaperon), the gray-haired young woman had dressed herself up in the finest her wardrobe had to offer: the cool brown and tiered skirt that stopped at the knee, close-toed and almost librarianesque black dress shoes and a simple, lacy, long-sleeved beige blouse. She looked too modest and almost downright mousy - all she needed was a pair of glasses. It was a very sharp contrast to the regalia she had donned when powered up.

She knew his name was Donovan, which sounded nice enough, but honestly, Christa had no idea how to spot him in a crowd. She carried with her a blank, leatherbound journal as a "sorry for wasting your time" sort of gift. Walking about, she caught someone out of the corner of her eye holding a bouquet of flowers and her heart took a nosedive into her stomach. Assuming this was him and not some random guy I'm about to creep on... She thought herself brave but found it was only when in senshi form that she had any kind of self-confidence.

"Ah... h-hello? Are you... Donovan?" came a timid voice from somewhere behind him and to his left. Christa approached very cautiously, lest she be mistaken for a drunk or a serial killer.

"Christabelle?"

Donovan couldn't believe it as she approached. His mind strayed to one of the many other less reputable connotations of librarians before a mental b***h slap brought him solely back into the present again. She was adorable! More than that, she was very pretty. He immediately held out the bouquet of flowers glad now that his Pappy had taught him such niceties. Maybe this date thing wasn't going to be do bad...

"I hope you like carnivals. It seems it is the back drop for our date."

He motioned to the booth giving out bracelets for free admission and such to the couples participating in Hayden's event. There were pleasant smells in the air of the surf and the many really bad for you food options all around the place. There were rides but she seemed a bit dainty in his opinion and he wasn't sure she'd like those.

"Some games, perhaps? I might try to win you a teddy bear."

That was exactly what the hunks did in this situation in the old films, right? She had to walk out of there with the most ginormous bear he could find even if he had to pay someone for it. Though, obviously, it was more sporting if he actually won it.