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He didn’t want to be here. The feeling only increased as Aly read out the names and paired up the other people in the room. They all seemed to know exactly what they were doing here but he’d only come because………………………………………….well he just had. Call it an inkling that he truly had no choice in the matter. Though if pressed for a reason he wouldn’t be able to give one. Still.
So when his name wasn’t called, and he watched the others take their seats, he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not to feel relieved or annoyed. Aly came up to him and he eyed her as she approached. Clearly there was something the matter with her face if she had to hide her eyes behind those strange squares.
“What are these?” he reached out and plucked her glasses off her face, holding them up high enough that she wouldn’t be able to jump to get them. “What do they do?” Tapping the lense with his fingertip, he noted the distortion as he looked through the lenses at the ceiling.
Ducking away from her, he put her glasses on his own face. They were too small but he laughed immediately as his vision blurred. “Woah!”
“Guys you have to see these things,” he said, stumbling over to the table where Belen and Evangelina sat. “Here, you. Take a look at this.” Coming up right behind Belen, he took off Aly’s glasses and settled them on Belen’s face instead, holding out his arm to keep Aly away if she tried to get them back.
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He didn’t want to be here. The feeling only increased as Aly read out the names and paired up the other people in the room. They all seemed to know exactly what they were doing here but he’d only come because………………………………………….well he just had. Call it an inkling that he truly had no choice in the matter. Though if pressed for a reason he wouldn’t be able to give one. Still.
So when his name wasn’t called, and he watched the others take their seats, he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not to feel relieved or annoyed. Aly came up to him and he eyed her as she approached. Clearly there was something the matter with her face if she had to hide her eyes behind those strange squares.
“What are these?” he reached out and plucked her glasses off her face, holding them up high enough that she wouldn’t be able to jump to get them. “What do they do?” Tapping the lense with his fingertip, he noted the distortion as he looked through the lenses at the ceiling.
Ducking away from her, he put her glasses on his own face. They were too small but he laughed immediately as his vision blurred. “Woah!”
“Guys you have to see these things,” he said, stumbling over to the table where Belen and Evangelina sat. “Here, you. Take a look at this.” Coming up right behind Belen, he took off Aly’s glasses and settled them on Belen’s face instead, holding out his arm to keep Aly away if she tried to get them back.
He didn’t want to be here. The feeling only increased as Aly read out the names and paired up the other people in the room. They all seemed to know exactly what they were doing here but he’d only come because………………………………………….well he just had. Call it an inkling that he truly had no choice in the matter. Though if pressed for a reason he wouldn’t be able to give one. Still.
So when his name wasn’t called, and he watched the others take their seats, he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not to feel relieved or annoyed. Aly came up to him and he eyed her as she approached. Clearly there was something the matter with her face if she had to hide her eyes behind those strange squares.
“What are these?” he reached out and plucked her glasses off her face, holding them up high enough that she wouldn’t be able to jump to get them. “What do they do?” Tapping the lense with his fingertip, he noted the distortion as he looked through the lenses at the ceiling.
Ducking away from her, he put her glasses on his own face. They were too small but he laughed immediately as his vision blurred. “Woah!”
“Guys you have to see these things,” he said, stumbling over to the table where Belen and Evangelina sat. “Here, you. Take a look at this.” Coming up right behind Belen, he took off Aly’s glasses and settled them on Belen’s face instead, holding out his arm to keep Aly away if she tried to get them back.
A long stemmed glass with white wine was pinched betwix her fingers as she pushed away from the bar just in time to hear Aly begin making the announcements. It was beginning. It was going to be too late to scoot out the back door and she would need to attempt to be impressive. Getting out there after the loss of a husband was hard enough, but the pressure she could feel on behalf of her best friend pushed all the way into the establishment. She had to stay.
The anticipation was drilling as she looked from one set to the next as all the names were called. One after another they were paired up. There were only two men left that hadn’t acknowledged their assignments. She had to admit that Lukos looked intimidating and lucky for her it was Vangelis that was chosen to be the first man she would talk to. Her jaw tightened at the thought of polite conversation, what was she even supposed to talk about? Her lip pressed against the glass again and took a sip to stop thinking about it.
Her free hand moved to press into the soft folds of her free flowing dress. She had purchased the garment for just this evening. Rather, she had been forced on a shopping trip with her best friend and then encouraged to try on a multitude of options until her friend approved something they could both agree upon. Aikaterine did not want anything too tight however her friend insisted on a low cut V to expose the goods. You are there to at least turn a head and gain some confidence. She insisted. Aikaterine rolled her eyes at the time and at the bar she had to resist to urge to pull the neckline up to cover what she was showing.
It wasn’t only the men that caught her eye. The women were all so confident and extroverted. Or at least they appeared to be so. This was like a nightmare for a hermit like herself. At least she didn’t have to stroll up to someone on her own. She was assigned her own person for five long minutes. Silent prayers that Lukos didn’t approach her pairing as Aly gave him the option. She was sure that she would absolutely die if she had to entertain the questions of two men at once… and there was something about him.
Instead, attention returned to the tall one. Kat moved towards him and gave a nod. ”Vangelis?” She quietly questioned just to be sure. ”Have you done this before?” An easy first question, maybe a predictable one.
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A long stemmed glass with white wine was pinched betwix her fingers as she pushed away from the bar just in time to hear Aly begin making the announcements. It was beginning. It was going to be too late to scoot out the back door and she would need to attempt to be impressive. Getting out there after the loss of a husband was hard enough, but the pressure she could feel on behalf of her best friend pushed all the way into the establishment. She had to stay.
The anticipation was drilling as she looked from one set to the next as all the names were called. One after another they were paired up. There were only two men left that hadn’t acknowledged their assignments. She had to admit that Lukos looked intimidating and lucky for her it was Vangelis that was chosen to be the first man she would talk to. Her jaw tightened at the thought of polite conversation, what was she even supposed to talk about? Her lip pressed against the glass again and took a sip to stop thinking about it.
Her free hand moved to press into the soft folds of her free flowing dress. She had purchased the garment for just this evening. Rather, she had been forced on a shopping trip with her best friend and then encouraged to try on a multitude of options until her friend approved something they could both agree upon. Aikaterine did not want anything too tight however her friend insisted on a low cut V to expose the goods. You are there to at least turn a head and gain some confidence. She insisted. Aikaterine rolled her eyes at the time and at the bar she had to resist to urge to pull the neckline up to cover what she was showing.
It wasn’t only the men that caught her eye. The women were all so confident and extroverted. Or at least they appeared to be so. This was like a nightmare for a hermit like herself. At least she didn’t have to stroll up to someone on her own. She was assigned her own person for five long minutes. Silent prayers that Lukos didn’t approach her pairing as Aly gave him the option. She was sure that she would absolutely die if she had to entertain the questions of two men at once… and there was something about him.
Instead, attention returned to the tall one. Kat moved towards him and gave a nod. ”Vangelis?” She quietly questioned just to be sure. ”Have you done this before?” An easy first question, maybe a predictable one.
A long stemmed glass with white wine was pinched betwix her fingers as she pushed away from the bar just in time to hear Aly begin making the announcements. It was beginning. It was going to be too late to scoot out the back door and she would need to attempt to be impressive. Getting out there after the loss of a husband was hard enough, but the pressure she could feel on behalf of her best friend pushed all the way into the establishment. She had to stay.
The anticipation was drilling as she looked from one set to the next as all the names were called. One after another they were paired up. There were only two men left that hadn’t acknowledged their assignments. She had to admit that Lukos looked intimidating and lucky for her it was Vangelis that was chosen to be the first man she would talk to. Her jaw tightened at the thought of polite conversation, what was she even supposed to talk about? Her lip pressed against the glass again and took a sip to stop thinking about it.
Her free hand moved to press into the soft folds of her free flowing dress. She had purchased the garment for just this evening. Rather, she had been forced on a shopping trip with her best friend and then encouraged to try on a multitude of options until her friend approved something they could both agree upon. Aikaterine did not want anything too tight however her friend insisted on a low cut V to expose the goods. You are there to at least turn a head and gain some confidence. She insisted. Aikaterine rolled her eyes at the time and at the bar she had to resist to urge to pull the neckline up to cover what she was showing.
It wasn’t only the men that caught her eye. The women were all so confident and extroverted. Or at least they appeared to be so. This was like a nightmare for a hermit like herself. At least she didn’t have to stroll up to someone on her own. She was assigned her own person for five long minutes. Silent prayers that Lukos didn’t approach her pairing as Aly gave him the option. She was sure that she would absolutely die if she had to entertain the questions of two men at once… and there was something about him.
Instead, attention returned to the tall one. Kat moved towards him and gave a nod. ”Vangelis?” She quietly questioned just to be sure. ”Have you done this before?” An easy first question, maybe a predictable one.
Vangelis had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
What even was this thing? Some kind of court etiquette that had to be done at high speeds? While he found the entire thing ridiculous, his lack of inane chatter and polite conversation skills was pleased that they had such a small allocation of time to talk to one another. Hopefully that would mean that actual conversation with take place, instead of the shallow and complete uninteresting tete-a-tete that most folk partook in when approached by someone they were determined to seek a romantic connection to.
Vangelis sighed when his name was called - not in an impolite "dear Gods" kind of manner, but in a steadying way that seemed to say - "Well, I'm here now - let's try this on for size."
When the woman he was supposed to be paired with came over to introduce herself, Vangelis' good breeding came to his rescue despite his awkwardness over him even being in the room, let alone attending an event such as this. With a quick taking of her hand, the man offered her his arm politely before escorting her to a vacant one-on-one table as they had been instructed by the girl with some sort of speech impediment (for he only understood about half her words in that vernacular and accent).
Not seating himself until the lady had done so, her drink in hand, Vangelis offered her a polite nod and awkward tension; for that was all he had to give - before she started speaking, asking if he had engaged in such an activity before.
"Not at all." He commented. "I was, in fact, brought here under false pretences by someone else." Someone who had just been paired with arguable the most attractive woman in the room - so Steph would likely be seeing this all as worth it already, and they were only a minute in. "So, you'll have to forgive me that my social interaction skills leave something to be desired." He told the woman, at least polite enough to keep his eyes on her face, instead of the gown she wore or the legs she had on display. Some of the other men in the room were not being nearly as conservative in their appraisals of their partners.
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Vangelis had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
What even was this thing? Some kind of court etiquette that had to be done at high speeds? While he found the entire thing ridiculous, his lack of inane chatter and polite conversation skills was pleased that they had such a small allocation of time to talk to one another. Hopefully that would mean that actual conversation with take place, instead of the shallow and complete uninteresting tete-a-tete that most folk partook in when approached by someone they were determined to seek a romantic connection to.
Vangelis sighed when his name was called - not in an impolite "dear Gods" kind of manner, but in a steadying way that seemed to say - "Well, I'm here now - let's try this on for size."
When the woman he was supposed to be paired with came over to introduce herself, Vangelis' good breeding came to his rescue despite his awkwardness over him even being in the room, let alone attending an event such as this. With a quick taking of her hand, the man offered her his arm politely before escorting her to a vacant one-on-one table as they had been instructed by the girl with some sort of speech impediment (for he only understood about half her words in that vernacular and accent).
Not seating himself until the lady had done so, her drink in hand, Vangelis offered her a polite nod and awkward tension; for that was all he had to give - before she started speaking, asking if he had engaged in such an activity before.
"Not at all." He commented. "I was, in fact, brought here under false pretences by someone else." Someone who had just been paired with arguable the most attractive woman in the room - so Steph would likely be seeing this all as worth it already, and they were only a minute in. "So, you'll have to forgive me that my social interaction skills leave something to be desired." He told the woman, at least polite enough to keep his eyes on her face, instead of the gown she wore or the legs she had on display. Some of the other men in the room were not being nearly as conservative in their appraisals of their partners.
Vangelis had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
What even was this thing? Some kind of court etiquette that had to be done at high speeds? While he found the entire thing ridiculous, his lack of inane chatter and polite conversation skills was pleased that they had such a small allocation of time to talk to one another. Hopefully that would mean that actual conversation with take place, instead of the shallow and complete uninteresting tete-a-tete that most folk partook in when approached by someone they were determined to seek a romantic connection to.
Vangelis sighed when his name was called - not in an impolite "dear Gods" kind of manner, but in a steadying way that seemed to say - "Well, I'm here now - let's try this on for size."
When the woman he was supposed to be paired with came over to introduce herself, Vangelis' good breeding came to his rescue despite his awkwardness over him even being in the room, let alone attending an event such as this. With a quick taking of her hand, the man offered her his arm politely before escorting her to a vacant one-on-one table as they had been instructed by the girl with some sort of speech impediment (for he only understood about half her words in that vernacular and accent).
Not seating himself until the lady had done so, her drink in hand, Vangelis offered her a polite nod and awkward tension; for that was all he had to give - before she started speaking, asking if he had engaged in such an activity before.
"Not at all." He commented. "I was, in fact, brought here under false pretences by someone else." Someone who had just been paired with arguable the most attractive woman in the room - so Steph would likely be seeing this all as worth it already, and they were only a minute in. "So, you'll have to forgive me that my social interaction skills leave something to be desired." He told the woman, at least polite enough to keep his eyes on her face, instead of the gown she wore or the legs she had on display. Some of the other men in the room were not being nearly as conservative in their appraisals of their partners.
When her name was called correctly, Persephone was pleased that her writing had been up to par, despite the strange implement with which she had had to recreate the letters of her name with. That was at least one way in which she had not embarrassed herself yet this evening.
The first had been her choice of outfit.
While all other women in the room had clearly known the event to be a formal affair - one that involved gowns that seemed more nighttime garments than daily dresses - and had dressed accordingly, Persephone had not been informed such, and her clothing choice for the event was going horrendous marked by her own perspective if no-one else's. While the top - cut across the chest - gave a slight element of occasion about it, her jeans screamed a casualness the event just didn't seem to be promoting.
The female in her was determined to comment, however, that at least her hair was pretty. Straightened to a point of a fine gloss and hanging around her face like silk.
She knew this because she'd been fiddling with the ends of it since she'd settled herself in the corner of the room.
When she was called forwards, however, paired with a man whose reputation was known even to she, who had never left Athenia, but had yet to be someone she had met the persona acquaintance of, Persephone stepped forward promptly, not wanting to hold up the process of the event and took her seat at an open table, hoping the man in question might join us to avoid her looking quite foolish.
She didn't notice the eyes of those around her as she moved with the same grace she had been blessed with back home, nor did she consider the effect her snug clothing had on the impression it gave others to her body. Instead, she was focused on pulling the sleeves of her top down over the backs of her hands, exposing a touch more of her shoulders in the process and trying not to blink too rapidly against the cosmetic liquids and powders that her sister had rimmed around her eyes a few hours earlier...
When the man to be her partner took his seat opposite her, Persephone found herself sitting up into her natural good posture and smiling with a friendliness she wasn't sure she yet felt.
"Good evening..." She offered him blandly, wishing she had something more to offer in conversation to the handsome man before her.
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When her name was called correctly, Persephone was pleased that her writing had been up to par, despite the strange implement with which she had had to recreate the letters of her name with. That was at least one way in which she had not embarrassed herself yet this evening.
The first had been her choice of outfit.
While all other women in the room had clearly known the event to be a formal affair - one that involved gowns that seemed more nighttime garments than daily dresses - and had dressed accordingly, Persephone had not been informed such, and her clothing choice for the event was going horrendous marked by her own perspective if no-one else's. While the top - cut across the chest - gave a slight element of occasion about it, her jeans screamed a casualness the event just didn't seem to be promoting.
The female in her was determined to comment, however, that at least her hair was pretty. Straightened to a point of a fine gloss and hanging around her face like silk.
She knew this because she'd been fiddling with the ends of it since she'd settled herself in the corner of the room.
When she was called forwards, however, paired with a man whose reputation was known even to she, who had never left Athenia, but had yet to be someone she had met the persona acquaintance of, Persephone stepped forward promptly, not wanting to hold up the process of the event and took her seat at an open table, hoping the man in question might join us to avoid her looking quite foolish.
She didn't notice the eyes of those around her as she moved with the same grace she had been blessed with back home, nor did she consider the effect her snug clothing had on the impression it gave others to her body. Instead, she was focused on pulling the sleeves of her top down over the backs of her hands, exposing a touch more of her shoulders in the process and trying not to blink too rapidly against the cosmetic liquids and powders that her sister had rimmed around her eyes a few hours earlier...
When the man to be her partner took his seat opposite her, Persephone found herself sitting up into her natural good posture and smiling with a friendliness she wasn't sure she yet felt.
"Good evening..." She offered him blandly, wishing she had something more to offer in conversation to the handsome man before her.
When her name was called correctly, Persephone was pleased that her writing had been up to par, despite the strange implement with which she had had to recreate the letters of her name with. That was at least one way in which she had not embarrassed herself yet this evening.
The first had been her choice of outfit.
While all other women in the room had clearly known the event to be a formal affair - one that involved gowns that seemed more nighttime garments than daily dresses - and had dressed accordingly, Persephone had not been informed such, and her clothing choice for the event was going horrendous marked by her own perspective if no-one else's. While the top - cut across the chest - gave a slight element of occasion about it, her jeans screamed a casualness the event just didn't seem to be promoting.
The female in her was determined to comment, however, that at least her hair was pretty. Straightened to a point of a fine gloss and hanging around her face like silk.
She knew this because she'd been fiddling with the ends of it since she'd settled herself in the corner of the room.
When she was called forwards, however, paired with a man whose reputation was known even to she, who had never left Athenia, but had yet to be someone she had met the persona acquaintance of, Persephone stepped forward promptly, not wanting to hold up the process of the event and took her seat at an open table, hoping the man in question might join us to avoid her looking quite foolish.
She didn't notice the eyes of those around her as she moved with the same grace she had been blessed with back home, nor did she consider the effect her snug clothing had on the impression it gave others to her body. Instead, she was focused on pulling the sleeves of her top down over the backs of her hands, exposing a touch more of her shoulders in the process and trying not to blink too rapidly against the cosmetic liquids and powders that her sister had rimmed around her eyes a few hours earlier...
When the man to be her partner took his seat opposite her, Persephone found herself sitting up into her natural good posture and smiling with a friendliness she wasn't sure she yet felt.
"Good evening..." She offered him blandly, wishing she had something more to offer in conversation to the handsome man before her.
"You. Are. Nuts!" Nafretiri was so angry she wanted to smack Joelle in the face. "For the sakes of the gods! I haven't even found love in my real life yet! What makes you think I would do any better here?"
Joelle shrugged. "Okay, maybe you won't. But you might. It's a different universe, after all. I just wanted to give you a chance to see if you could. Now get in there! And Naf?"
"Yes?"
"Do not, I repeat do not eat all the snacks."
"Can I drink all the bubbly stuff. then?"
Joelle gave Nafretiri a glare. "You know what I meant."
Yes, Nafretiri did know. But she dreaded it. Dating was hard enough in the ancient world, and she wasn't entirely sure she would ever find someone who completed her. But as good an idea as meeting other people from other countries was, she couldn't quite wrap her head around this "speed dating." Could you really find the love of your life in a few seconds? (Okay, that was exaggerating a bit, but perhaps not by much.)
Joelle read Nafretiri's thoughts. "I admit, I'm skeptical too. But if nothing else, you'll probably make a friend."
Nafretiri began walking inside the building.
..."Or an enemy."
She stopped. "But hopefully a friend," Joelle decided finally.
"I hope this works. But for Aneksi, I'll try anything."
"Ummm, Naf? This may not be for Aneksi. What I mean is, even if you found someone to be with, they might not even be from the same kingdom you are, and that will make it harder to-"
"Stop right there," Nafretiri interrupted. "Then if we may not be together in the real world, what is it for?"
Joelle grinned. "Me."
"You're evil!" Naf accused.
"No. I mean me imagining that you could be happy... somewhere. Wouldn't you like that?"
Nafretiri nodded. "I suppose. But I still think this alternate universe thing is weird, even though I look up at the stars in my world and wonder if one exists somewhere inside them."
Joelle nodded. "I understand. Now get in there. And not too much champagne. You're my driver, remember?"
"Ugh. Don't remind me. Now where should I sit?"
(Open)
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"You. Are. Nuts!" Nafretiri was so angry she wanted to smack Joelle in the face. "For the sakes of the gods! I haven't even found love in my real life yet! What makes you think I would do any better here?"
Joelle shrugged. "Okay, maybe you won't. But you might. It's a different universe, after all. I just wanted to give you a chance to see if you could. Now get in there! And Naf?"
"Yes?"
"Do not, I repeat do not eat all the snacks."
"Can I drink all the bubbly stuff. then?"
Joelle gave Nafretiri a glare. "You know what I meant."
Yes, Nafretiri did know. But she dreaded it. Dating was hard enough in the ancient world, and she wasn't entirely sure she would ever find someone who completed her. But as good an idea as meeting other people from other countries was, she couldn't quite wrap her head around this "speed dating." Could you really find the love of your life in a few seconds? (Okay, that was exaggerating a bit, but perhaps not by much.)
Joelle read Nafretiri's thoughts. "I admit, I'm skeptical too. But if nothing else, you'll probably make a friend."
Nafretiri began walking inside the building.
..."Or an enemy."
She stopped. "But hopefully a friend," Joelle decided finally.
"I hope this works. But for Aneksi, I'll try anything."
"Ummm, Naf? This may not be for Aneksi. What I mean is, even if you found someone to be with, they might not even be from the same kingdom you are, and that will make it harder to-"
"Stop right there," Nafretiri interrupted. "Then if we may not be together in the real world, what is it for?"
Joelle grinned. "Me."
"You're evil!" Naf accused.
"No. I mean me imagining that you could be happy... somewhere. Wouldn't you like that?"
Nafretiri nodded. "I suppose. But I still think this alternate universe thing is weird, even though I look up at the stars in my world and wonder if one exists somewhere inside them."
Joelle nodded. "I understand. Now get in there. And not too much champagne. You're my driver, remember?"
"Ugh. Don't remind me. Now where should I sit?"
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"You. Are. Nuts!" Nafretiri was so angry she wanted to smack Joelle in the face. "For the sakes of the gods! I haven't even found love in my real life yet! What makes you think I would do any better here?"
Joelle shrugged. "Okay, maybe you won't. But you might. It's a different universe, after all. I just wanted to give you a chance to see if you could. Now get in there! And Naf?"
"Yes?"
"Do not, I repeat do not eat all the snacks."
"Can I drink all the bubbly stuff. then?"
Joelle gave Nafretiri a glare. "You know what I meant."
Yes, Nafretiri did know. But she dreaded it. Dating was hard enough in the ancient world, and she wasn't entirely sure she would ever find someone who completed her. But as good an idea as meeting other people from other countries was, she couldn't quite wrap her head around this "speed dating." Could you really find the love of your life in a few seconds? (Okay, that was exaggerating a bit, but perhaps not by much.)
Joelle read Nafretiri's thoughts. "I admit, I'm skeptical too. But if nothing else, you'll probably make a friend."
Nafretiri began walking inside the building.
..."Or an enemy."
She stopped. "But hopefully a friend," Joelle decided finally.
"I hope this works. But for Aneksi, I'll try anything."
"Ummm, Naf? This may not be for Aneksi. What I mean is, even if you found someone to be with, they might not even be from the same kingdom you are, and that will make it harder to-"
"Stop right there," Nafretiri interrupted. "Then if we may not be together in the real world, what is it for?"
Joelle grinned. "Me."
"You're evil!" Naf accused.
"No. I mean me imagining that you could be happy... somewhere. Wouldn't you like that?"
Nafretiri nodded. "I suppose. But I still think this alternate universe thing is weird, even though I look up at the stars in my world and wonder if one exists somewhere inside them."
Joelle nodded. "I understand. Now get in there. And not too much champagne. You're my driver, remember?"
"Ugh. Don't remind me. Now where should I sit?"
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Evras had not intended to explore for the day, actually. Perfectly content with wandering down streets where clothes were decidedly more colorful and caught her eye, the dark-haired woman had planned to explore this new world for as much as she could, before everything else returned to normal again. As it was, she was adoring the fashion they had. The gray, body-hugging dress she wore displayed her pale legs for all to see, the material starting only midthigh and above. The long sleeves made her legs look longer then they were, accentuated further by a gorgeous pair of black velvet boots she had found for half price just not too long ago.
With curled black hair loose and across her right shoulder, she found this world... quite freeing, really. Being seen with so much of her legs bared to the world would be suicide back at home, and she was sure her husband would have much to say. But Zanon was nowhere to be found, and the woman did enjoy some freedom, despite her actually having a heart for her spouse.
As her blue-green eyes flitted across the street however, she had to do a double-take when she saw a familiar figure slip into a dingy looking entrance. Was that her brother? She was unaware if anyone else she knew had entered this odd, loud world with her, but if that had been Mihail, she had to at least ensure he was safe, weird as this world was.
The bell rang lightly just as she pushed the door to enter, just in time to see her brother gesturing as people began to move across the floor of what appeared to be a bar - albeit, not the kinds she was used to. A frown marred her pale forehead as she noticed the people pairing up male to female, yet for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Mimi, what exactly is going on?" she said, after a clearing of her throat that went unnoticed in the din of chairs being pushed and people beginning to talk. Evras wore an expression that was half disapproving and half questioning as she ventured closer to her brother, all curious on what exactly was he orchestrating here.
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Evras had not intended to explore for the day, actually. Perfectly content with wandering down streets where clothes were decidedly more colorful and caught her eye, the dark-haired woman had planned to explore this new world for as much as she could, before everything else returned to normal again. As it was, she was adoring the fashion they had. The gray, body-hugging dress she wore displayed her pale legs for all to see, the material starting only midthigh and above. The long sleeves made her legs look longer then they were, accentuated further by a gorgeous pair of black velvet boots she had found for half price just not too long ago.
With curled black hair loose and across her right shoulder, she found this world... quite freeing, really. Being seen with so much of her legs bared to the world would be suicide back at home, and she was sure her husband would have much to say. But Zanon was nowhere to be found, and the woman did enjoy some freedom, despite her actually having a heart for her spouse.
As her blue-green eyes flitted across the street however, she had to do a double-take when she saw a familiar figure slip into a dingy looking entrance. Was that her brother? She was unaware if anyone else she knew had entered this odd, loud world with her, but if that had been Mihail, she had to at least ensure he was safe, weird as this world was.
The bell rang lightly just as she pushed the door to enter, just in time to see her brother gesturing as people began to move across the floor of what appeared to be a bar - albeit, not the kinds she was used to. A frown marred her pale forehead as she noticed the people pairing up male to female, yet for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Mimi, what exactly is going on?" she said, after a clearing of her throat that went unnoticed in the din of chairs being pushed and people beginning to talk. Evras wore an expression that was half disapproving and half questioning as she ventured closer to her brother, all curious on what exactly was he orchestrating here.
Evras had not intended to explore for the day, actually. Perfectly content with wandering down streets where clothes were decidedly more colorful and caught her eye, the dark-haired woman had planned to explore this new world for as much as she could, before everything else returned to normal again. As it was, she was adoring the fashion they had. The gray, body-hugging dress she wore displayed her pale legs for all to see, the material starting only midthigh and above. The long sleeves made her legs look longer then they were, accentuated further by a gorgeous pair of black velvet boots she had found for half price just not too long ago.
With curled black hair loose and across her right shoulder, she found this world... quite freeing, really. Being seen with so much of her legs bared to the world would be suicide back at home, and she was sure her husband would have much to say. But Zanon was nowhere to be found, and the woman did enjoy some freedom, despite her actually having a heart for her spouse.
As her blue-green eyes flitted across the street however, she had to do a double-take when she saw a familiar figure slip into a dingy looking entrance. Was that her brother? She was unaware if anyone else she knew had entered this odd, loud world with her, but if that had been Mihail, she had to at least ensure he was safe, weird as this world was.
The bell rang lightly just as she pushed the door to enter, just in time to see her brother gesturing as people began to move across the floor of what appeared to be a bar - albeit, not the kinds she was used to. A frown marred her pale forehead as she noticed the people pairing up male to female, yet for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Mimi, what exactly is going on?" she said, after a clearing of her throat that went unnoticed in the din of chairs being pushed and people beginning to talk. Evras wore an expression that was half disapproving and half questioning as she ventured closer to her brother, all curious on what exactly was he orchestrating here.
When the organiser of the event came out to reshuffle things - prior to immediately disappearing inside a closet for some reason - Vangelis cast a look around to the other participants in the room. Was this normal behaviour for just such events in this world? He had no idea.
The other thing he had no idea regarding was what he was supposed to do with the new partner he had been assigned. As he took up the tall and long glass of water, sipped from the rim and waited for the seat before him to be vacated and then the occupant replaced by a young man missing an eye, Vangelis didn't feel particularly embarrassed nor awkward, despite understanding that the even was supposed to be for finding romance.
There was no awkwardness to be had because there had clearly been simply a processing error and it was likely that the man across from him found it amusing too. At least, he hoped so. Because if he was actually interested in those of his own- but no. That would be absurd.
Sitting back in his chair and straightening out his legs to one side - these tables weren't conducive to a man of his height - Vangelis offered a half shrug and a harsh exhale.
"So..." He offered to the kid - for he was no more than a kid, surely - across from him. "Any idea what you'd like to discuss before we get moved around again?" He asked with a gesture of openness for his partner to begin the conversation. Because while he would have been perfectly happy to sit in silence, Vangelis suspected that that wasn't entirely the point of the exercise at just such an event.
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When the organiser of the event came out to reshuffle things - prior to immediately disappearing inside a closet for some reason - Vangelis cast a look around to the other participants in the room. Was this normal behaviour for just such events in this world? He had no idea.
The other thing he had no idea regarding was what he was supposed to do with the new partner he had been assigned. As he took up the tall and long glass of water, sipped from the rim and waited for the seat before him to be vacated and then the occupant replaced by a young man missing an eye, Vangelis didn't feel particularly embarrassed nor awkward, despite understanding that the even was supposed to be for finding romance.
There was no awkwardness to be had because there had clearly been simply a processing error and it was likely that the man across from him found it amusing too. At least, he hoped so. Because if he was actually interested in those of his own- but no. That would be absurd.
Sitting back in his chair and straightening out his legs to one side - these tables weren't conducive to a man of his height - Vangelis offered a half shrug and a harsh exhale.
"So..." He offered to the kid - for he was no more than a kid, surely - across from him. "Any idea what you'd like to discuss before we get moved around again?" He asked with a gesture of openness for his partner to begin the conversation. Because while he would have been perfectly happy to sit in silence, Vangelis suspected that that wasn't entirely the point of the exercise at just such an event.
When the organiser of the event came out to reshuffle things - prior to immediately disappearing inside a closet for some reason - Vangelis cast a look around to the other participants in the room. Was this normal behaviour for just such events in this world? He had no idea.
The other thing he had no idea regarding was what he was supposed to do with the new partner he had been assigned. As he took up the tall and long glass of water, sipped from the rim and waited for the seat before him to be vacated and then the occupant replaced by a young man missing an eye, Vangelis didn't feel particularly embarrassed nor awkward, despite understanding that the even was supposed to be for finding romance.
There was no awkwardness to be had because there had clearly been simply a processing error and it was likely that the man across from him found it amusing too. At least, he hoped so. Because if he was actually interested in those of his own- but no. That would be absurd.
Sitting back in his chair and straightening out his legs to one side - these tables weren't conducive to a man of his height - Vangelis offered a half shrug and a harsh exhale.
"So..." He offered to the kid - for he was no more than a kid, surely - across from him. "Any idea what you'd like to discuss before we get moved around again?" He asked with a gesture of openness for his partner to begin the conversation. Because while he would have been perfectly happy to sit in silence, Vangelis suspected that that wasn't entirely the point of the exercise at just such an event.
Lukos had fully expected Aly to pelt toward him to get her glasses back but before she could, someone sashayed through the door and quite literally shoved her in a closet. While he was not usually inclined to obey anyone, he didn’t feel like fighting today either. Also, he was not above being flattered. While Nafretiri seemed to think that Mihail had complimented her ass, Lukos was positive that it was his ass that had received the praise. Of course, a quick glance at hers once she turned around made him unsure. She did have a really great ass.
Leaving Belen to deal wth Aly’s glasses, Lukos dropped into the chair across from Nafretiri and leaned forward, folding his hands on the table in front of him. The table they sat at was small and a little wobbly. He put both boots on the table’s legs to steady it and smiled at her.
“Hi, Nafretiri,” he said when she introduced herself. To the dust, he wrinkled his nose and went “Unfortunate in Egypt.” And for the sandstorm story, he listened with mostly concentrated attention, nodding every once in a while and interjecting a “Wow,” or a “Huh,” or “Goodness.”
Without explaining how she’d escaped, she then asked him one of his big secrets. He pursed his lips, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned back in his chair. “I’m Lukos of Magnemea. I…..sell people for a living, among other things. Aaaaand…...A big secret…..” He rubbed his chin as he thought.
“I can’t swim,” he laughed and shrugged. “I sail constantly around the known world and I can’t swim. No one knows except my first mate, Arktos. And now you...cause we’re...wherever this is.” He looked around.
“So…” Glancing around to see how everyone else was doing, he then leaned back to the table and propped himself up on his elbows. “You didn’t seem like you’re really looking to date. Why are you here?”
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Lukos had fully expected Aly to pelt toward him to get her glasses back but before she could, someone sashayed through the door and quite literally shoved her in a closet. While he was not usually inclined to obey anyone, he didn’t feel like fighting today either. Also, he was not above being flattered. While Nafretiri seemed to think that Mihail had complimented her ass, Lukos was positive that it was his ass that had received the praise. Of course, a quick glance at hers once she turned around made him unsure. She did have a really great ass.
Leaving Belen to deal wth Aly’s glasses, Lukos dropped into the chair across from Nafretiri and leaned forward, folding his hands on the table in front of him. The table they sat at was small and a little wobbly. He put both boots on the table’s legs to steady it and smiled at her.
“Hi, Nafretiri,” he said when she introduced herself. To the dust, he wrinkled his nose and went “Unfortunate in Egypt.” And for the sandstorm story, he listened with mostly concentrated attention, nodding every once in a while and interjecting a “Wow,” or a “Huh,” or “Goodness.”
Without explaining how she’d escaped, she then asked him one of his big secrets. He pursed his lips, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned back in his chair. “I’m Lukos of Magnemea. I…..sell people for a living, among other things. Aaaaand…...A big secret…..” He rubbed his chin as he thought.
“I can’t swim,” he laughed and shrugged. “I sail constantly around the known world and I can’t swim. No one knows except my first mate, Arktos. And now you...cause we’re...wherever this is.” He looked around.
“So…” Glancing around to see how everyone else was doing, he then leaned back to the table and propped himself up on his elbows. “You didn’t seem like you’re really looking to date. Why are you here?”
Lukos had fully expected Aly to pelt toward him to get her glasses back but before she could, someone sashayed through the door and quite literally shoved her in a closet. While he was not usually inclined to obey anyone, he didn’t feel like fighting today either. Also, he was not above being flattered. While Nafretiri seemed to think that Mihail had complimented her ass, Lukos was positive that it was his ass that had received the praise. Of course, a quick glance at hers once she turned around made him unsure. She did have a really great ass.
Leaving Belen to deal wth Aly’s glasses, Lukos dropped into the chair across from Nafretiri and leaned forward, folding his hands on the table in front of him. The table they sat at was small and a little wobbly. He put both boots on the table’s legs to steady it and smiled at her.
“Hi, Nafretiri,” he said when she introduced herself. To the dust, he wrinkled his nose and went “Unfortunate in Egypt.” And for the sandstorm story, he listened with mostly concentrated attention, nodding every once in a while and interjecting a “Wow,” or a “Huh,” or “Goodness.”
Without explaining how she’d escaped, she then asked him one of his big secrets. He pursed his lips, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned back in his chair. “I’m Lukos of Magnemea. I…..sell people for a living, among other things. Aaaaand…...A big secret…..” He rubbed his chin as he thought.
“I can’t swim,” he laughed and shrugged. “I sail constantly around the known world and I can’t swim. No one knows except my first mate, Arktos. And now you...cause we’re...wherever this is.” He looked around.
“So…” Glancing around to see how everyone else was doing, he then leaned back to the table and propped himself up on his elbows. “You didn’t seem like you’re really looking to date. Why are you here?”
He’d been perfectly happy drawing at the bar. So much so that he almost didn’t hear his name and he certainly didn’t hear who’d he’d been paired with. However, once he turned and spotted the hottest girl in the room eyeing him from her place at the table, it was pretty obvious who he was supposed to be sitting with. Taking his pen and the little paper with him, he strode across the room and offered Persephone a smile as he sat down.
To her very bland greeting, he nodded. “Evening.” There was very little need for introductions at this point. Though they’d never met, they knew each other by name and reputation. It felt a little weird to tell her his name and where he was from and what he did...when she already knew it. He held up the pen instead and pointed to it.
“So...this is way better than a quill. Go on. Try it.” The extra paper he’d swiped was slid in her direction as well as the pen. “You don’t even have to trim it,” he pointed to the already sharp tip. “And the inkwell is inside it. It’s a bit amazing, actually….”
Then Mihail called out that they were supposed to share a deep dark secret. Stephanos half turned in his chair to look at him, briefly glanced over the pirate with the glasses, and decided that Persephone was a little more worth focusing on. He turned back.
“Hmmm...deep dark secret…” he mused, watching to see if she’d take up the pen or not. “I don’t really have secrets…” he thought aloud. Most of what he did was open and known. “I mean...I tipped over this priceless vase once, on accident, and I let my sister Xene take the fall for it. I never told that to anyone. And she doesn’t know it was me who blamed her...but….that was when I was eleven…”
He shrugged and smiled. “What about you? Murder anyone lately? Tell me your secret is better.”
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He’d been perfectly happy drawing at the bar. So much so that he almost didn’t hear his name and he certainly didn’t hear who’d he’d been paired with. However, once he turned and spotted the hottest girl in the room eyeing him from her place at the table, it was pretty obvious who he was supposed to be sitting with. Taking his pen and the little paper with him, he strode across the room and offered Persephone a smile as he sat down.
To her very bland greeting, he nodded. “Evening.” There was very little need for introductions at this point. Though they’d never met, they knew each other by name and reputation. It felt a little weird to tell her his name and where he was from and what he did...when she already knew it. He held up the pen instead and pointed to it.
“So...this is way better than a quill. Go on. Try it.” The extra paper he’d swiped was slid in her direction as well as the pen. “You don’t even have to trim it,” he pointed to the already sharp tip. “And the inkwell is inside it. It’s a bit amazing, actually….”
Then Mihail called out that they were supposed to share a deep dark secret. Stephanos half turned in his chair to look at him, briefly glanced over the pirate with the glasses, and decided that Persephone was a little more worth focusing on. He turned back.
“Hmmm...deep dark secret…” he mused, watching to see if she’d take up the pen or not. “I don’t really have secrets…” he thought aloud. Most of what he did was open and known. “I mean...I tipped over this priceless vase once, on accident, and I let my sister Xene take the fall for it. I never told that to anyone. And she doesn’t know it was me who blamed her...but….that was when I was eleven…”
He shrugged and smiled. “What about you? Murder anyone lately? Tell me your secret is better.”
He’d been perfectly happy drawing at the bar. So much so that he almost didn’t hear his name and he certainly didn’t hear who’d he’d been paired with. However, once he turned and spotted the hottest girl in the room eyeing him from her place at the table, it was pretty obvious who he was supposed to be sitting with. Taking his pen and the little paper with him, he strode across the room and offered Persephone a smile as he sat down.
To her very bland greeting, he nodded. “Evening.” There was very little need for introductions at this point. Though they’d never met, they knew each other by name and reputation. It felt a little weird to tell her his name and where he was from and what he did...when she already knew it. He held up the pen instead and pointed to it.
“So...this is way better than a quill. Go on. Try it.” The extra paper he’d swiped was slid in her direction as well as the pen. “You don’t even have to trim it,” he pointed to the already sharp tip. “And the inkwell is inside it. It’s a bit amazing, actually….”
Then Mihail called out that they were supposed to share a deep dark secret. Stephanos half turned in his chair to look at him, briefly glanced over the pirate with the glasses, and decided that Persephone was a little more worth focusing on. He turned back.
“Hmmm...deep dark secret…” he mused, watching to see if she’d take up the pen or not. “I don’t really have secrets…” he thought aloud. Most of what he did was open and known. “I mean...I tipped over this priceless vase once, on accident, and I let my sister Xene take the fall for it. I never told that to anyone. And she doesn’t know it was me who blamed her...but….that was when I was eleven…”
He shrugged and smiled. “What about you? Murder anyone lately? Tell me your secret is better.”
When the handsome man before her broke into eager discussion over the writing implement he held, Persephone felt herself becoming more comfortable in his presence. While they might both be royals in the world that came from, here, it would appear, they were both as lost at sea and eager to notice new things.
"You sound like a small boy with a new toy." She commented lightly, her tone one of encouragement and amusement rather than chastisement. The innocence of the man's enthusiasm was genuinely quite sweet and calming. "And it is a remarkable innovation." She agreed, taking it from him as he offered in order to be polite. She handled the item awkwardly as she wasn't sure how to grip it properly - the stem was a different thickness to most stylus or quills - and then attempted to make something of the item in order to show she wasn't entirely stupid. Stephanos - for that was his name, she already knew - had drawn several geometric shapes and some curling flourishes over the paper. Persephone added a few to the design and then some leaves, turning a few of the flourishes into vines. She added a simple daisy shape to the top of one's crescent.
When Stephanos spoke again, Persephone lowered the item, slid the paper and the implement back towards him and then gave him her full attention, as was right and proper when someone was speaking. He offered an insight into himself through a story from his childhood and Persephone was then immediately affronted by the terror that was being put on the spot for herself.
She made a slight face that was both awkward and apologetic.
"That's a funny story but I fear I have nothing to return it with." She worried. Her teeth appeared momentarily as she nibbled at her lower lip and her brows came together in a pretty frown of thought. After a few moments, her expression cleared as an idea came to her. "Oh um... well, I don't know if you'd consider it to be a dark secret but... I once discovered one of my ladies’ maids in um... well, a precarious position with a stable boy." She offered with her hands open as if in hope that that would count as a secret. "She didn't see me so I um..." She flushed a little, her lip nipping becoming a little more severe as she raised the curve of her finger to her lips for a second in shame. "I tormented her a little for a few weeks making every reference I could to the stables and... well... anything that sounded scandalous in some way." Persephone offered a little shrug. "I think I drove her slightly mad for a few weeks before I confessed..."
Persephone's expression was one of awkwardness.
"I don't really have a dark secret about myself. I... I've never done anything that was wrong?" She offered another shrug before picking up the napkin in front of her in order to play with it in her fingers. Wow, when her rank and regality were taken from her by context, she was incredibly boring...
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When the handsome man before her broke into eager discussion over the writing implement he held, Persephone felt herself becoming more comfortable in his presence. While they might both be royals in the world that came from, here, it would appear, they were both as lost at sea and eager to notice new things.
"You sound like a small boy with a new toy." She commented lightly, her tone one of encouragement and amusement rather than chastisement. The innocence of the man's enthusiasm was genuinely quite sweet and calming. "And it is a remarkable innovation." She agreed, taking it from him as he offered in order to be polite. She handled the item awkwardly as she wasn't sure how to grip it properly - the stem was a different thickness to most stylus or quills - and then attempted to make something of the item in order to show she wasn't entirely stupid. Stephanos - for that was his name, she already knew - had drawn several geometric shapes and some curling flourishes over the paper. Persephone added a few to the design and then some leaves, turning a few of the flourishes into vines. She added a simple daisy shape to the top of one's crescent.
When Stephanos spoke again, Persephone lowered the item, slid the paper and the implement back towards him and then gave him her full attention, as was right and proper when someone was speaking. He offered an insight into himself through a story from his childhood and Persephone was then immediately affronted by the terror that was being put on the spot for herself.
She made a slight face that was both awkward and apologetic.
"That's a funny story but I fear I have nothing to return it with." She worried. Her teeth appeared momentarily as she nibbled at her lower lip and her brows came together in a pretty frown of thought. After a few moments, her expression cleared as an idea came to her. "Oh um... well, I don't know if you'd consider it to be a dark secret but... I once discovered one of my ladies’ maids in um... well, a precarious position with a stable boy." She offered with her hands open as if in hope that that would count as a secret. "She didn't see me so I um..." She flushed a little, her lip nipping becoming a little more severe as she raised the curve of her finger to her lips for a second in shame. "I tormented her a little for a few weeks making every reference I could to the stables and... well... anything that sounded scandalous in some way." Persephone offered a little shrug. "I think I drove her slightly mad for a few weeks before I confessed..."
Persephone's expression was one of awkwardness.
"I don't really have a dark secret about myself. I... I've never done anything that was wrong?" She offered another shrug before picking up the napkin in front of her in order to play with it in her fingers. Wow, when her rank and regality were taken from her by context, she was incredibly boring...
When the handsome man before her broke into eager discussion over the writing implement he held, Persephone felt herself becoming more comfortable in his presence. While they might both be royals in the world that came from, here, it would appear, they were both as lost at sea and eager to notice new things.
"You sound like a small boy with a new toy." She commented lightly, her tone one of encouragement and amusement rather than chastisement. The innocence of the man's enthusiasm was genuinely quite sweet and calming. "And it is a remarkable innovation." She agreed, taking it from him as he offered in order to be polite. She handled the item awkwardly as she wasn't sure how to grip it properly - the stem was a different thickness to most stylus or quills - and then attempted to make something of the item in order to show she wasn't entirely stupid. Stephanos - for that was his name, she already knew - had drawn several geometric shapes and some curling flourishes over the paper. Persephone added a few to the design and then some leaves, turning a few of the flourishes into vines. She added a simple daisy shape to the top of one's crescent.
When Stephanos spoke again, Persephone lowered the item, slid the paper and the implement back towards him and then gave him her full attention, as was right and proper when someone was speaking. He offered an insight into himself through a story from his childhood and Persephone was then immediately affronted by the terror that was being put on the spot for herself.
She made a slight face that was both awkward and apologetic.
"That's a funny story but I fear I have nothing to return it with." She worried. Her teeth appeared momentarily as she nibbled at her lower lip and her brows came together in a pretty frown of thought. After a few moments, her expression cleared as an idea came to her. "Oh um... well, I don't know if you'd consider it to be a dark secret but... I once discovered one of my ladies’ maids in um... well, a precarious position with a stable boy." She offered with her hands open as if in hope that that would count as a secret. "She didn't see me so I um..." She flushed a little, her lip nipping becoming a little more severe as she raised the curve of her finger to her lips for a second in shame. "I tormented her a little for a few weeks making every reference I could to the stables and... well... anything that sounded scandalous in some way." Persephone offered a little shrug. "I think I drove her slightly mad for a few weeks before I confessed..."
Persephone's expression was one of awkwardness.
"I don't really have a dark secret about myself. I... I've never done anything that was wrong?" She offered another shrug before picking up the napkin in front of her in order to play with it in her fingers. Wow, when her rank and regality were taken from her by context, she was incredibly boring...
"Okay, I'm here, like you demanded." Nikolias' brow wrinkled in thought. "Funny. I'm the one who should be demanding for you to do things, as lord and head of the House of Condos. But I love Olivia. Well, okay, not quite in the sense you're talking about, Joelle. There are four words for love in Greek, like your friend Steve taught you. But...I do care about her quite a lot, so this is weird."
"Maybe for you." Joelle grinned as Nikolias entered the building where the speed dating was being held. "But knowing that you had a lot more restrictions in Greece as far as whom you could associate with and still keep your reputation as an upstanding noble, it might be interesting for us both to see if you connect with someone even more than you do with her. Even though I know you guys must have great...um... what we call a love life- which I don't."
"Fair enough. I can always use more friends. For that matter, maybe she would like another woman friend." It might be nice to see Olivia with a new friendship of her own. If he could be friends with the person too, so much the better. Then maybe going to parties-at least in the alternate universe- wouldn't be the chore it was back home in 672.
Nikolias took a seat at a table and found himself seemingly surrounded by people talking. He always felt somewhat awkward at parties, particularly if he saw a rival at an event he was invited to, but today he'd be relieved if he saw anyone he knew at all. Even a Leventi. And that, to him, was saying something significant.
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"Okay, I'm here, like you demanded." Nikolias' brow wrinkled in thought. "Funny. I'm the one who should be demanding for you to do things, as lord and head of the House of Condos. But I love Olivia. Well, okay, not quite in the sense you're talking about, Joelle. There are four words for love in Greek, like your friend Steve taught you. But...I do care about her quite a lot, so this is weird."
"Maybe for you." Joelle grinned as Nikolias entered the building where the speed dating was being held. "But knowing that you had a lot more restrictions in Greece as far as whom you could associate with and still keep your reputation as an upstanding noble, it might be interesting for us both to see if you connect with someone even more than you do with her. Even though I know you guys must have great...um... what we call a love life- which I don't."
"Fair enough. I can always use more friends. For that matter, maybe she would like another woman friend." It might be nice to see Olivia with a new friendship of her own. If he could be friends with the person too, so much the better. Then maybe going to parties-at least in the alternate universe- wouldn't be the chore it was back home in 672.
Nikolias took a seat at a table and found himself seemingly surrounded by people talking. He always felt somewhat awkward at parties, particularly if he saw a rival at an event he was invited to, but today he'd be relieved if he saw anyone he knew at all. Even a Leventi. And that, to him, was saying something significant.
"Okay, I'm here, like you demanded." Nikolias' brow wrinkled in thought. "Funny. I'm the one who should be demanding for you to do things, as lord and head of the House of Condos. But I love Olivia. Well, okay, not quite in the sense you're talking about, Joelle. There are four words for love in Greek, like your friend Steve taught you. But...I do care about her quite a lot, so this is weird."
"Maybe for you." Joelle grinned as Nikolias entered the building where the speed dating was being held. "But knowing that you had a lot more restrictions in Greece as far as whom you could associate with and still keep your reputation as an upstanding noble, it might be interesting for us both to see if you connect with someone even more than you do with her. Even though I know you guys must have great...um... what we call a love life- which I don't."
"Fair enough. I can always use more friends. For that matter, maybe she would like another woman friend." It might be nice to see Olivia with a new friendship of her own. If he could be friends with the person too, so much the better. Then maybe going to parties-at least in the alternate universe- wouldn't be the chore it was back home in 672.
Nikolias took a seat at a table and found himself seemingly surrounded by people talking. He always felt somewhat awkward at parties, particularly if he saw a rival at an event he was invited to, but today he'd be relieved if he saw anyone he knew at all. Even a Leventi. And that, to him, was saying something significant.