Oh, this is the night and the heavens are right on this lovely Bella Notte

[etcircenses]

Who| Everyone who signed up for blind dating!
What| An evening of romance, or disaster, take your pick.
Where| The Swift Cut restaurant
When| 16th June
Warnings/Notes| The course of true love never did run smooth. Remember that if your character was not rolled in arena but you signed up for them to be here, you will need to mark their death on fatality reporting.

The atmosphere at the Swift Cut this evening is bustling. It's clear from the moment one enters the restaurant that they have pulled all the stops out for this televised extravaganza.

Every fire is lit and the air is filled with the scent of the roasting meat on spits over the flames; boar, beef, pork, venison and more. Pots bubble with the smell of hot stew, vegetables are being roasted in ovens and from giant casks around the room beer is being drawn. The staff are in full 'barbarian' getup, consisting of skimpy furs on both the male and the female servers but luckily for you they don't seem to expect a similar dress code from their guests.

Tribute's stylists may have had other ideas, of course.

The giant room has been clearly divided. Tribute's will find themselves directed to one side while trueborn citizens of Panem and petitioned out individuals are brought to the other. It is left up to them to find their table with the number they will be handed upon entering the restaurant. Whether they are the first to arrive at their table is a matter of chance but they can be sure that a cameraman will always be there to capture the moment of realisation on both participants faces when they realise who their date is.

Once everyone is seated the music will begin the play. Minstrels strum lutes and harps, their voices filling the air softly with traditional medieval ballads. There is a space set aside for dancing if anyone is in the mood.

Throughout the evening, and certainly at the end, Tribute's and Capitolites will find themselves sporadically approached by the show host to be asked questions about how they feel the evening is going. It's up to them how honestly they answer, though they should remember the camera's are always watching.

Comments

[fuckitall]

Nick hadn't expected himself to offer a bargain either, to be honest. Back at home, it usually had been others to do the talking when it came to meeting new people (Nick, being one to not always make good first impressions, usually opts to take the backseat to such things). His vote on those matters typically align with just ignoring strangers entirely, because trust is a difficult thing to come by. He still doesn't even trust Zed with most things, but at least knowing that the supposed "Emperor of Darkness" has a soft spot for someone else indicates that there's something more to this glitter bomb.

Or so he hopes, just so he wouldn't be found eating his own words in the form of blood loss in the next arena.

"S'all I ask. Thanks."

With that said, he holds up his wine for a toast, with the intention of chugging it down to at least forget the fact that this meeting was meant to be a date.

[whydoyoushine]

Zed supposes he owes Gritta that much, to try to see to it that no one else decides to try to kill a "monster." But he gives Nick a nod at that thanks. Will they stick to the bargain when the time comes? Who knows.

He'll hold up his own wine to return his toast with a bit more of a theatrical flourish than Nick's offering, and when he drinks it, he's sipping rather than chugging. He's used to being in the Shadow Line's court; he can put on a show of courtly table manners if he has to.