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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!))

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[And in stark contrast to the hidden mood of Cliff's comment, Billy doesn't even miss a beat-]

Actually, one of my closest friends back home came from the future.

...

What?

[Congrats, Billy. You threw the space man off of his groove for once.]

Ah, yeah. Sounds weird, but that's actually how we met. He came from about a thousand years in the future to try and get some help. Ended up recruiting me and a couple of other guys to join him.

...

Huh.

And here I thought that there'd be a little problem with physics. How'd the 'getting help' thing go for him?

Well... it did resolve the issue he was having, sort of. He had to go back to his own time, though, so we're not really sure what happened in the end. I'm not sure if we'll ever know.

Sometimes that might be for the best. There's no point in wasting you time worrying over things you can't change anyway, and your buddy probly took a big risk even doing that. There's all that muck that sci-fi films get into about that.

...

It's way too complicated for my taste.

Complicated and annoying. I hate time travel now, not gonna lie. A couple of us almost stopped existing because we unintentionally messed around too much.

That. There. Is my point. I don't get why people'd bother risking something like that.

To be fair, it was kind of necessary to do in the first place - when you're dealing with a time-traveling supervillain, you can't avoid dabbling a bit in the science yourself. But it's better to avoid it whenever possible.

Super--

[Okay. Wait. Cliff was once again stopped in his tracks by something that sounded like it was from a movie or something. A cheesy one at that, full of over the top costumes and top of the line graphics. Denoting someone as a 'villain' in casual conversation meant that 'heroes' were a named concept as well-- it was too cut and dry.

Rather than press the kid too much on the topic, Cliff stepped back a few paces. They were neighbors, in a way. Best not to step on toes.]

Look. I don't know anything about 'supervillains' or any of that, so I'm just gonna take your word on it. We'll save eachother a few headaches that way.

That's... probably for the best, yeah.

[He doesn't even have the decency to apologize for the brain-breaking. Oops.]

[It went both ways-- Cliff didn't have the decency to apologize for breaking the UP3 and telling people about space...and, if he wanted, he could deliver a few brain-breaking bits of information himself.

There were some topics that were best lft untouched all around.]

Yeah. Anyway, you gotta name? I caught your friend's, but not your's.

Oh, sorry! I'm Billy, it's nice to meet you.

Cliff Fittir. It's cool meeting you too!

--uh. You've probably heard my friends and I a few floors down from you. Things get kinda messy sometimes.

Oh no, I haven't noticed at all. Frequent explosions and wall-breaking is the norm in the building, didn't you get the memo?

Yea. I did.

...did you like the upgrades I've been making on the microwaves?

[Not that they were that noticeable...]

...Oh my god, so it's your fault I've been burning popcorn the entire month?

Hey, your Twenty-First Century microwaves are old and inefficient. All I did was up the heat output, since those turntables in there? They don't cut it.

Ain't my fault that you haven't adjusted yet.

You could've left a memo or something, geez. That's not even yours to tinker with.

Aah. But no one owns any of this. Besides, leaving a memo takes the magic out of the sudden arrival of a new and improved microwave

You're basically just excusing your own dick move.

But it works better, right?

Not on popcorn!

Hey, hey. Simmer down~

Look. If it makes you feel better, I can make you up some popcorn to make up for it.

[Billy has no idea how dangerous this is...]

[He really doesn't.]

I think you owe us at least two bags.

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