wondertwits | (no subject)

DATE AUCTION meme

Haven't you heard? Love can be bought! Welcome to the Date Auction meme, where all the non-existent profit goes to your favorite non-existent charity.

HOW IT GOES
For those who haven't heard of a date auction, it's basically where qualified *~singles~* have a date auctioned off to the audience. Usually these dates have conditions, are mutually agreed upon, and just a cute way to raise money.
But this isn't usually; this is LJ.

As such, you're free to do whatever you please, within mun consent, with your bought date!
Post your character, and in the subject line (along with Character/Canon, if that's your thing) let other players know what you're looking for! Looking for Love, and cute shippy interactions? Looking for Laughs, and want to troll/be trolled? Looking for Lust and want to make this meme R-18? (Please mark your thread, if so!)

Not sure where to go on your date? Here are some options!

1• A lovely restaurant
2• A soothing spa
3• A fun carnival
4• A vibrant zoo
5• A quiet park

6• A slammin' party
7• A popular concert
8• A crazy shopping trip
9• Screw the date, back to my place!
10• Or whatever you like!

Choose your own, make something up, or leave it up to fate!

And, as always, feel free to take the concept and run with it! Is your character so pathetic they can't even buy a date, and have to hope for pity? Does a couple have to deal with the jealous aftermath of one person going along with the auction for fun? Does a scorned bidder try to ruin the winner's date? Or, heck, maybe you just want to play out the ridiculous bidding wars over much-desired characters!
Let it all hang loose, have fun, date !

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Edgeworth rises as well, though as he looks down he does raise an eyebrow. In their game so far, the Earl has proven himself thoughtful, intelligent, and prone to extended consideration...The sarcastic words slip out before he has time to rein them in.]

Are you certain you wish to abandon this game so soon after a move like that?

[Immediately he does regret the sarcasm. After all, the Earl did pay handsomely for his company, and he's been nothing but polite. Edgeworth has no reason to be sardonic and unkind whatsoever; good lord, even if he did believe the rumors, then it would bespeak a decided lack of self-preservation to treat him with contempt or suspicion.

But - good Lord, that move had been so bad.]

Do I seem uncertain, Mr. Edgeworth?

[The languid, amused stare he directs Edgeworth's way is certainly nothing of the sort. He knows the man must be aware of his own situation (which leads Cain to wonder why he signed up for it in the first place, but that's a mystery for later.) To react this way regardless -- there's a kind of blunt, compulsive honesty to it. Fascinating.

It's a satisfying reaction, at any rate.]

Of course not, Earl Hargreaves.

[Again, there's that slight curl of irony that he can't suppress; it's the price of choking back the comment that he seems to be a man who is physically incapable of uncertainty. To be fair, though, he does. There's absolutely nothing less than self-confidence and surety in those unsettling eyes.

Perhaps it's that which is causing this dangerous desire to pry and needle and prod in Edgeworth, who values and respects a healthy measure of self-doubt. Perhaps it is, rather, the rumors which surround the esteemed Mr. Hargreaves. Or perhaps it's simply Edgeworth's nature.]

Forgive me, that I know comparatively little about you.

[He speaks as he walks beside him, crossing his arms thoughtfully.]

Is this your primary estate?

No. This was my childhood home.

['Home', in this case, is more or less a castle, complete with tall towers and ancient suits of armor. Yet -- even with the servants bustling about, even though everything is spotless and in perfect shape, one might get the feeling that the place is quite... empty. Abandoned.]

I choose to reside in London for the better part of the year. The company tends to be more interesting.

...though there are certainly, ah... exceptions to be made. [That sly look from under his long eyelashes? Is most definitely flirtatious. ~~He is waiting to see just how uncomfortable it makes Edgeworth.~~]

[He's opening his mouth for another question when he looks over and sees that expression. He's not altogether certain precisely what it is that look is to indicate, but it is most certainly odd, and it is most certainly mocking or something of the sort, and it makes him hunch his shoulders a bit and clear his throat self-consciously.]

I, ah - Quite. [He clears his throat again and tries to gather his thoughts. His thoughts, unfortunately, stray to how altogether miserable it would be to spend one's childhood in such a place. He himself, after all, had been reared in an estate more modest but not altogether dissimilar from this, and he knows how altogether cold such homes can be. He, of course, has to push that aside as well, because giving voice to thoughts like that would not only make him seem weak but would also be condescending and altogether unnecessary. The Earl did not need pity, particularly not pity given purely because his house was so grand.]

Why, then, return here?

[Hm-- it is the reaction he expected, somewhat, and yet... well, he had hoped for something more. Of course, this man is a lawyer -- it would be disappointing if he were to be completely transparent.

Besides, they have plenty of time. Cain had made sure of it.]

I must remind the caretakers I exist, once in a while -- tangibly so, as opposed to some abstract notion of a faraway lord. To keep away entirely would be asking for mischief.

Besides, the largest part of my collection is kept here.

[He doesn't say which collection; but then surely, Edgeworth would have heard the rumors...?]

Edited 2011-08-31 01:36 (UTC)

(no subject)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

TYPOS EVERYWHERE