witchesreign | date auction! forward dated to Wednesday lunch

[The quad's all set up for the date auction! A handsome-looking blonde guy - one of the native cadets on the GFC - is center stage with the list and a mic, auctionees (and Headmaster Cid, ~~sipping on a drink~~ supervising) ready behind him. (Alas, Pinkie is out campaigning or something, and Mikuru is doing some last minute work elsewhere and doesn't like the stage anyway.)

[He flashes a smile.] Gooooood afternoon, ladies and gentlemen and everyone else! I'm Russell Drake from the Garden Festival Committee, and I'd like to welcome you all to the GFC's second charity date auction! Once again all proceeds will be going towards the Centra orphanage, so please be generous with your bids! Bids start at 1 gil and we do not take rain checks or IOUs!

We have a fantastic bunch of volunteers for your dating pleasure today, so without further ado, let's get started!

Each person has their own thread. Please put your bids in the subject lines so people can see them! Threads collapse after fifty comments, so using the subject lines will make the bids easier to see.
Bids close and winners will be posted on Friday before the carnival post goes up. IC-ly, the winners will be announced Wednesday afternoon.
If you missed signups, PM wrmods and we'll squeeze them in as an IC "saw the auction on the day, hopped onstage and harassed the GFC to auction them off" auction. Just characters who would willingly sign up at this point, please!

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[Oh, so it's a glaring contest she wants, not a moping contest? He can do that too!]

Is that all you got? If you've been itching to throw baseless accusations at me this whole time, why not go all the way? Tell me I secretly enjoy strangling puppies or something. Go wild. [And hey, if it'll make her feel better...]

What does THAT have to do with ANYTHING!?

[Congratulations, Ed, you have banished Rainbow's mope and replaced it entirely with anger. ...did you really want this trade?]

[At least now they're on more familiar territory! Never mind the fact that he isn't any better at dealing with it...]

About as much as your idea had to do with reality! Unless you're gonna tell me you meant it as a suggestion...

No! I didn't want you to do it. I just...

I don't know why you wouldn't do it. [Down goes her head again.]

[Damn, not more moping... And here he was braced for her to yell back at him.

He folds his arms.] Yeah, well... there's a lot you don't know. But assuming things isn't gonna help.

Then why would you stick around us talking magic flying ponies when you could have friends that don't offend you just by being them?

[She just sounds... tired. Because she knows she ought to be better than this. She's cool, right? She's awesome, right? Of course anyone would want to be her friend, right? She just...]

[...can't believe it.]

[It's his turn to hang his head and stare determinedly at the floor. The only answer coming to mind is something stupid, and he doesn't want her to notice that it's also... well, sincere.]

...Equivalent exchange. What else is there?

[Rainbow Dash blinks, trying to figure this out, and finally comes up with a comprehensive and logical response.]

...huh?

You don't even know what that means? [He must have mentioned it at some point...] It means... well, you don't owe me anything. So... as long as you're gonna stick around, why wouldn't I?

No, I --

[She's about to say she knows what it means to HIM, which is all about alchemy and reactions and physics, and then...]

[Well. Congratulations, Ed, you just schooled the element of loyalty on friendship. She sort of rocks backwards in surprise. because, in that particular fit of insecurity and fear, she'd just... not even thought of the fact that friendship doesn't depends on differences and similarities, so long as both the people wanted to be friends.]

[It's so obvious now that she knows she'd be writing a letter to Princess Celestia this second, if she were back home.]

[She's not exactly sure how to express this, or even if she should, but her thoughts are not terribly well-concealed by her expression.]

[He finally meets her eyes again... with, despite whatever he just said, a glare. Go on, Rainbow - just try telling absolutely anyone else in the future that he has actual emotions apart from crankiness, or that he can't express them without sounding like a total loser. He dares her.] What? You got something to say?

Edited (okay just one word is a bit rubbish) 2012-09-09 01:13 (UTC)

Yeah.

Um...

Sorry.

[She smiles hesitantly and sheepishly.]

You're right.

[His expression doesn't really change, but the rest of him visibly relaxes somewhat.] 'Course I'm right! When am I ever wrong?

[...are you sure you want to hang around this guy after all, Rainbow?]

[She stands up, and if she seems to be back to her old self, well -- it's not entirely an act, but don't think it's not one.]

All the time. So I guess you were bound to get SOMEthing right eventually.

[Good thing he's totally fine with acting.]

What's that supposed to mean? Where's your proof?

[She's so relieved, and so giddy from the release of tension and worry, that she can't help it -- she breaks into laughter that's just a little on the hysterical side, because his outrage is -- believe it or not -- a relief, a sign that everything is still cool. She laughs hard enough that she flops to the ground, rolls over once, then comes up into the air to zip around him.]

You'll find out how wrong you are about flying soon enough!

[He turns away in a huff. Well, she's stopped moping. That's always good. But obviously to be expected, and totally not the reason there's a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.] I wouldn't count on it.

I'll make you eat those words!

[She drops down to nudge him with a shoulder, grinning.]

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