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[selfhelp]

Hey out there, Luceti. Are we all more or less ourselves again? Pretty sure we are, uh... here's hoping.

Considering how crazy things have been lately, Teddy and I were talking, and we think it'd be a good time to run this. We all need a break. So courtesy of the LGBTQQA Club - um, I'm tentatively calling it "Alliance", for the sake of minimizing all the abbreviations, better name possibly pending - I'm happy to introduce: Luceti's first-ever (I think) Speed Dating.

If you don't know what speed dating is, it's pretty much exactly how it sounds. The idea is we'd all get together, pair up, you'd talk to someone you might not have talked to before for about ten minutes, and then afterwards decide how you liked it and if you want to see them again. First impressions count for a lot, and sometimes that's all it takes to find your true love or your new best friend.

We're going to run it next weekend - Saturday afternoon, we figure is a good time - and sign-ups are starting now so we'll have time to pair everyone up. Anyone can participate, not just club members or people in the LGBT spectrum, and you're not obligated to do anything if you don't like it. So why not give it a shot? ...And we'll have cookies. Teddy's making them and the recipe looks amazing. Anyone else want to bring some food and stuff? We can have a table for contributions...

Um, anyway. I'll be over by the plaza today, and on the journal network, too, if you've got any questions or if you want to sign up.

[The above message is also written out (albeit less informally). And there's a table with posters and some forms in the plaza, near the school, all day. Billy's just hanging out and drawing the passerbys while he waits, if anyone wants to chat him up about it in person.]

((ooc sign-ups here!))

Comments

[touchofrogue]

It's worse than The wheels on the bus! You ought to be ashamed, Billy Kaplan.

[selfhelp]

I will never be ashamed or apologetic of Broadway. And I'm offended on behalf of that wonderful musical that you'd even think of comparing it to Wheels on the Bus.

[touchofrogue]

Says the man who's walkin' around infecting other people with earworms!

[selfhelp]

...Ugh. That's only the nastiest way to phrase it ever.

[Rogue you are so weird.]

So why are you hating on Fiddler?

[touchofrogue]

[You're the one infecting people with earworms, Billy Kaplan. Who's weird now?

She gives him a bit of a flat look.]

Because I prefer the songs in my head ta not be neverendin'.

[selfhelp]

It totally has an ending. Three singing bride-to-be girls fall dramatically on a bed and sigh. Trumpets and cymbals. Are you sure you don't just know the catchphrase or something?

[Does he need to educate you? Possibly sing the song in its entirety? Because he could.]

[touchofrogue]

[She points at him accusingly.]

It's still goin' through your head right now, isn't it.

[selfhelp]

Oh, sure. But only because I'm enjoying it.

[He can do this all day.]

[touchofrogue]

Or because it's not over. It's stuck on a loop goin' round and round inside your head. And it will lurk there. Waitin'. Like a barracuda.

[She was basically over her indignation and just having fun now. As long as Billy didn't start singing it again, maybe it would stay that way.]

[selfhelp]

Have I not properly implied that I like the song? Because I do.

[touchofrogue]

[She shook her head sighing.]

There's no accountin' for taste.

[selfhelp]

Says the girl who listens to death metal?

[touchofrogue]

[She points her finger at him.]

You need to broaden your horizons. Don't be such a music snob.

[Smirk.]

[selfhelp]

Wow, okay then pot, the kettle acknowledges your opinion.

[touchofrogue]

Hey, look. Just because I don't like one Broadway song doesn't make me a snob. You're smashin' on an entire genre!

[selfhelp]

Only because it all kind of sounds the same.

[Totally a music snob.]

Akai, do you remember what this thread was originally about? because I don't!

[touchofrogue]

[She shakes her head sadly.]

Now you're just showin' your ignorance.

it's not even that long either, how did this happen

[selfhelp]

I'm not ignorant, I'm just half-deaf from all the screaming and drum solos.

I have no idea!

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue shook her head.]

You're just startin' to beg for reeducation. When's the last time you even listened to what I like to hear? Can you even name any bands?

cupid matchmaker woo

[selfhelp]

I could probably name a few of the mainstream bands, sure. I don't follow indie death metal.

ooooh, right!

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue rolls her eyes and ticks the musicals off her fingers:]

The Phantom of the Opera, The Fantastics, and Cinderella. Rogers and Hammerstein.

[She shakes her head.]

You know what they say about assumin'...

[Something similar to being carried away by the spirit of competition?]

[selfhelp]

[What, this is a contest now? He can play this game.]

Metallica, Megadeth, uh. ...Slipknot.

[touchofrogue]

But are those bands you like? Or just bands you can name. [She gives him a content grin.] The Fantastics is one of my favorite stories, an' don't get me started on my Phantom phase.

[selfhelp]

You asked if I knew any bands, so I told you! Nobody said I had to like them.

It's just not my style of tunage.

[touchofrogue]

[She shakes her head. Rogue doesn't really want to emphasize that she'd listed off ones that she liked in order to prove his pigeon-hole of her not liking 'Matchmaker' was due to ignorance.

One: That might lead to more Matchmaker

One: She didn't want to talk about where her musical experience had come from.

So for both these excellent primary reasons, she just smiled.]

So to each their own, is what what you're sayin'?