( semi-open ) love is a many splendored thing

[samlicker81]

Who: Everyone who signed up for SHIPPING
Where: All around Wonderland! See below for specific locations.
When: Tuesday, September 9, evening
Rating: PG13 just to be safe, but if anything gets steamy (she hopes it does), I can up the rating.
Summary: Becky sets Wonderlanders up on blind dates. Also, will be image heavy.
The Story:

You receive a letter under your door sometime on the afternoon of Tuesday, September 9. This letter will be addressed to you in fancy script (Becky's best attempt at calligraphy) from a "secret admirer." You might be wondering, but it isn't February! What's with all the romantic nonsense? Well, my good friend, romance can be celebrated on more than just one day out of the year. That day happens to be today. The letter will ask you to meet your secret admirer at 6PM at a designated location. You'd best not be late! A night of romance (and perhaps even intimacy) awaits you! At least, she hopes so...

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STEVE/BUCKY » MANSION ROOM 254

[samlicker81]

fondue for two

[ there are two separate pots, one with oil for the meats, and one with chocolate for the desserts. also set out for them are glasses and a bottle of 1943 vintage wine. a small table stands next to the couch in front of the fireplace where a vintage radio sits playing "moonlight serenade." ]

[assembles]

[Steve finds the note when he returns to his room after a run, and given the friends that he keeps, he at first assumes that it's a prank of some kind. It seems like a lot of effort to put into a prank, though, and Steve also doesn't recognize the handwriting. A random room number is given, and while Steve's almost positive that it's going to lead to some joke at his expense, he figures there's (probably) no harm in checking it out.

After he takes a shower and changes (into casual clothes, as he's not expecting much from this little outing), Steve wanders down to the second floor and then pauses in front of 254. Is this room even here usually? Who knows.

He hears a familiar tune from behind the door, though, something that causes nostalgia to wrench through him, and before he realizes it he's stepped inside. The scene that greets him looks like it had a lot of thought put into it, but it's the fondue pots on the table that make Steve's heart stop.

No one should know about that, no one save for Peggy and Howard, and they're not here. It's as if he's walked into the past, and as Steve strays closer to the dinner table, he sees that even the wine fits the theme. Who could have done this? Whoever it is, they're not here yet. It's just a few minutes after six, so there's still time, but Steve has no idea what to expect, and he won't let himself consider the impossible. (That it's her.)

Instead, he remains standing and keeps a close eye on the door as he waits.]

JAMES/SIRIUS » MANSION ROOM 816

[samlicker81]

i solemnly swear i'm up to no good

[ instead of being signed by a secret admirer, their letters will be signed padfoot and prongs, respectfully. a game of chess has been laid out for them should they choose to play — sadly, it is not wizard chess. ]

[pottershotter]

[James has never, ever been good at having any sort of long-term fight with his friends. What makes this particular fight even worse is that for James, it's exactly had he had wanted to avoid - they've had this fight before, with Sirius rightly accusing James of withholding information from him. James isn't sure why it's so hard for him to just spit out everything he's learned, to sit Sirius down the way he sat Peter down.

That's a lie though. He knows why it's hard. It's hard because it's Sirius.

He hasn't seen much of Sirius since their trip to the tunnels with Peter (except for the last event, in which they had all called a time-out in the interest of actually getting to Oregon) and he misses him. Their room feels emptier and things just aren't right between them. Sirius could leave at any moment against his will (or rather, outside of his control) and James is very aware of this. Any moment spent fighting is a moment wasted, because who knows when he's going home?

So, when he first sees the note, he doesn't question it. He just pockets it and reports to the vacant room when told, assuming that Sirius wants to meet up to make amends and have a talk they've needed to have since Sirius first returned to Wonderland. It isn't until he gets to the room itself that he has any doubts.

There's an incredible pillow fort taking up the majority of the room, and there's some kind of tiny, soft lights inside, and while it's very cute it doesn't strike him as something Sirius would put together for him. James ducks his head down to peek inside, and wow that's a lot of pillows - and is that a chess set? Something about the set-up makes him wish he was meeting Lily there - there are only so many date possibilities within Wonderland, and he mentally adds "adorable pillow fort chess match" to his list of possibilities.

That's obviously not what Sirius would have invited him to though, which leaves James wondering for the first time if he has the right room. He pulls the invitation out of his pocket and gives it a closer look. It's definitely the right room, but it dawns on James that it isn't his handwriting (something that admittedly probably should have occurred well before now). He shoves it back in his pocket roughly and looks around, as if Sirius might still be hiding somewhere anyway, somehow. He had gotten his hopes up, and he's not about to let them waver now.]

Padfoot? ...Are you here?

[Frankly, it's hard to tell with the pillow fort taking up most of everything, no matter how cozy it seems.]

JO/ELIJAH » BALLROOM

[samlicker81]

a tale as old as time

[ jo's letter will be tucked under the ribbon on a large box containing a fairly familiar dress. along with the time and place, the letter will instruct her very politely to wear this. ]

[lightgunhustler]

[She almost doesn't go.

The letter seemed to be out of nowhere, the handwriting completely unfamiliar and the dress completely unlike anything she can imagine anyone she knows picking out for her. She and dresses didn't mix often, especially not the formal kind. The box sits on the floor at the foot of her bed for most of the afternoon, during which time she re-reads the letter no less than five times, searching for some kind of inkling about who it might be from and coming up empty.

She doesn't even know if there's anyone actually willing to do the date thing with her, let alone go about it like this.

In the end, she decides she would rather know than wonder. She manages to find her way into the dress, though it takes a bit of athleticism, and takes the time to make sure the rest of her matches suit as well -- hair, makeup, tasteful jewelry. This might not be something she'd go for on her own, but if someone went through all the trouble to set this up and send her a dress, she's not going to half-ass it.

It's two minutes to the appointed time when she finally makes her way down to the ballroom, though she pauses outside the front door before entering. Most of her memories of this room are not so great, and she feels her stomach tie itself into a knot and then release before she walks through -- practically tripping over the hem of her dress in the process and gathering up her skirt to keep it from happening a second time as she approaches the center of the room, on the alert for any sign of this supposed 'admirer.']

SAM/CORA » MANSION ROOM 193

[samlicker81]

season two flashbacks

[ the pool table is sprinkled with rose petals, and on the other side of the room is a mini bar stocked with mostly whiskey; laid out on the counter are various types of salad and hors d'oeuvres. ]

barry manilow begins to play ...

[resent]

[ in true fashion, cora almost doesn't rock up. it's not out of believing the worst, perhaps someone luring her out in a bid to set her alight or even shoot arrows into her chest as if she's a moving target, but more of her not simply liking it. it makes her uncomfortable to have a secret admirer, someone who has gone under her radar when it's usually so sharp. she's a hunter by nature — or it's predator, as she's hunted by those who wish to use her pelt for a nice fur coat — and she's allowed prey she hadn't even known was prey slip right between her paws without even knowing someone had been trying to be grasped by them. she goes out of curiosity, and having nothing better to do. boudica remains in her room, upset as she lays upon her bed, defeated expression on her white as snow face, as she leaves the ninth floor to scout out the location scribbled quite nicely on her letter. ]

[ at least it's not a candlelit dinner. she still remains tense at the sight of the room, quiet and empty, save for the large pool table that immediately captures her eye and interest. without even taking a step to venture inside, she spies no one else in the room. the scents lingering inside of it are ones she doesn't recognise — and perhaps one she does, from an alternate universe. but she makes no move to sniff them out, unravelling the threads to steal a clue as to who it is that had spent so much time plucking roses from the garden to only tear the petals from their stems to litter an otherwise rather nice pool table. ]

[ instead of going full out with her wardrobe, cora simply dons a nice pair of jeans and a tank top and jacket, flats worn rather than her usual boots. she arrives a little early by accident, scouting the room properly as she has a few minutes to spare. the whiskey is foul on her nose, even if she thinks she'll drink it merely to feel it burn her throat if her alleged secret admirer stands her up. even though her curiosity won't be quenched, at least she'll find herself finally enjoying time spent with her own shadow. wrinkling her nose at the rose petals sprinkled on the pool table, she picks up a cue and circles it, content with the idea of playing a game with herself as she waits to find out her date fate. ]

DEAN/NED » MANSION ROOM 414

[samlicker81]

heat of the moment

[ in the corner of the room is a vintage jukebox with all of dean's favorite records and some of ned's. led zeppelin's "ramble on" is playing when they first arrive. ]

*silent screaming*

[wordvomit]

[The Pie Maker knows what it is like to have a Secret Admirer. He is not unfamiliar with the concept, even though his Secret Admirer back home is less than secret about her amorous intentions. Olive Snook, despite her diminutive stature, is about as subtle as a neon sign set aflame.

The letter he receives reeks of that aforementioned lack of subtlety.

Ned does not want to go. His relationship with Chuck back home, although not properly defined as being of a boyfriend/girlfriend status, is important to him even here. That, and he can't exactly imagine someone in Wonderland being interested in a gangly, socially-inept and emotionally-stunted baker. Despite his reservations he knows that leaving things alone will let them fester, and connections with people are not things that he can easily touch and bring back from beyond the veil.

He goes anyway. He lingers in the currently empty Room 414, shuffling his sneakered feet and picking through a series of Classic Rock records and swallowing the nausea that comes with nervous confrontations. Ned doesn't want to let a hopeful soul down, but it's for the best in the long run.]

MARY MARGARET/BIGBY » WOODS

[samlicker81]

some day my prince will come

[ everything they need to make s'mores is laid out for them and the scent of cinnamon incense fills the air. ]

[sheriffwolf]

[Bigby wasn't going to show.

Mysterious notes signed 'your secret admirer' generally screamed 'TRAP!' to him. If there was one thing Bigby learned in his incredibly long life it was that he had far more enemies than admirers. No one admired him unless they were twisted and into the macabre. Clearly, this was a prank and Bigby didn't feed into those.

The woods were dark, the smoke from his cigarette curling out behind him as he trudged through the leaves on the forest floor. The invitation had smelled vaguely of cinnamon which was the only reason he was here. Even now, the cloying scent drew him on and he followed his nose, a soft glow of a lantern coming into view.

He stopped at the edge of the clearing and stared, surprised and puzzled. It looked as though someone was expecting him, or at least, expecting someone. Why else would there be cushions on the floor and a campfire roaring inside a pit? Strange - it must have been some sort of enchantment and Bigby hesitated to walk in just in case he was caught in a snare.]

Well this is fucking bizarre.

ERWIN/COULSON » MUSIC ROOM

[samlicker81]

agent of l.o.v.e.

[ a table is laid out for them by the piano with metal-covered dishes of spaghetti and a bottle of fine wine. an old-fashioned record player is playing various mozart sonatas. ]

[immutably]

[The note Erwin received was a bit of a mystery indeed. He would have suspected one of the recruits had it not been for the fact he was pretty sure they knew better than to pull antics like this when Hange had been insistent on letting him rest for the time being.

And the note would have been discarded and ignored if it hadn't been for Hange encouraging him to see who had sent it despite him insisting that he needed his rest. Yet here he was, dressed simply in a button up shirt and slacks. He had refused Hange's offer to tie his empty right sleeve, letting it hang empty by his side.

He wasn't sure what to make of the room as he stepped inside, someone had clearly had gone through a great deal of preparation for tonight. He still wasn't sure whom had sent the note, he hadn't had a chance to meet anyone else in the mansion aside from those from this world due to still having to heal from his injuries. He took a seat to wait patiently after looking under one of the metal covered dishes with some curiosity. The music was different but similar to music heard in the Inner Wall, Erwin had to admit that it wasn't unpleasant had least.]

BLAKE/ANGEL » POOL

[samlicker81]

the dark knight romances

[ the candles surrounding the hot tub smell of lavender and pumpkin; wine has also been set out for them by the side of the tub. ]

[oversight]

[ Of course, when he receives the letter, he's surprised. The fancy lettering, the vague invitation... if he didn't know better, he'd guess it was Crowley being ridiculous. As it stands, he does know better.

The still-burgeoning, still-unnamed thing he's got going on with Crowley might be leaning toward a somewhat official relationship (in the least strict meaning of the world, mind you), but something like this just isn't Crowley's style. This fact, of course, is solidified when he steps into the pool room and finds... everything he doesn't expect. He's seen Crowley's preferred methods, and it's wine, sure, but it's also a nice steak and lots of innuendo, and certainly not gently intermingling scents to cover the smell of chlorine. ]

Jesus Christ...

[ He doesn't quite mean to say it aloud, but the appearance of candles and wine and flower petals feels like a joke. This is a joke, right? Because anyone that would go to these lengths to set up a blind date with John Blake clearly hasn't met the man. Honestly, he's about as aromantic as they come. ]

KATNISS/RACHEL » MANSION ROOM 119

[samlicker81]

be your own picasso

[ the sides of the room seem to be made of canvas and in the middle of it lay open paint cans of various colors in the shape of a heart. oversize paintbrushes sit diagonally through the gaps in the paint cans like one of cupid's arrows. a very simple instruction is written on a note tied to the brushes: have fun. ]

[stillplaying]

She had been suspicious from the very moment she noticed the letter under her door. Suspicious of the letter, of the very prospect of having a 'secret admirer. Because, so far, she's done her very best to stay out of the spotlight in Wonderland. To make certain no one knows her background, no one knows about the Games or the uprising. About the Mockingjay. There's no reason here for anyone to admire her. Not when she's been avoiding them all.

And yet, at the designated time, she finds herself outside room 119. Katniss' posture is tense, her hands gripping tightly to her bow. Her head darts back and forth, feeling very much like the nervous rabbit she's hunted in the past. It could easily be a trap. A trick.

She probably shouldn't have come here. She should have crumpled up the letter without opening it. But maybe the people she had talked to on the communicator had been right.

Maybe she was a bit lonely.

BRUCE/MARTHA » MANSION ROOM 213

[samlicker81]

i've got my ion you

[ the atmosphere is warm and inviting, a crackling fire on one end of the room while the table is on the other. soothing music plays from a boombox above the fireplace. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce would think the letter was sent to him by mistake if it weren't addressed specifically to him. So his other options were to either believe it was a prank of some kind, or whoever sent it really wanted to get him alone in that room at that hour for some reason. Some other reason than a date, because he's fairly sure he has no secret admirers, not anywhere else and most definitely not here.

Regardless, he makes his way there when 6 p.m. comes round, his only intention to see who the person was and what they wanted, and on the off chance they actually meant this to be a romantic outing, then politely refuse. He knocks before coming in, but since there's no answer, he opens the door and steps inside gingerly.

He's not sure what he was expecting, but he sure wasn't expecting the scene that greets him. Which is funny because as it is, it looks straight out of a magazine about romantic dinner outings, and Bruce immediately looks around, as if he expects to find someone lurking in one of the darker corners in the room. But it's completely empty, save for the decorations, the set table, the lit fireplace, the boombox playing some light music, and he's obviously very much alone.

For a while he stands there, not exactly waiting but torn between doing just that or leaving a written note and making his exit before anyone does show up. That probably would save the both of them from an awkward moment, but at the same time it doesn't feel like it's the right thing to do. ]

ONCE-LER/TINKER BELL » GARDENS

[samlicker81]

all you thneed is love

[ the fountain is also filled with rose petals. on a bench near the fountain is a basket of small sandwiches if they choose to share them. ]

[thneedifestdestiny]

[The Once-ler isn't sure why he bothered with this really. Or what he's expecting. Or who could possibly so out of their mind that they would secretly admire him of all people. He seriously considered not going, but he's admittedly a little curious. Most than that though, he's suspicious. This is obviously some kind of trick, but he can't help the tiny dash of hope that maybe it isn't.

It feels like ages since he's been on any kind of...date. He's not even really sure he could call anything he's been on a "date" - is it a date when women are throwing themselves at you so they can dig around in your pockets? Or when you need to distract from company troubles with PR stunts? Anyone he'd ever been seen in public with vanished at home, and to be honest he didn't miss them much - he had been using them just as much as they had used him. He knows the standard protocols and procedures, but isn't sure how many (if any) are genuine.

He doesn't bother dressing up beyond his usual worn green suit (though he does make an effort to at least iron it). Once upon a time it had been flashy and bright. He makes sure to slip on his signature green gloves, mostly because he feels odd without them at this point, and goes out to the gardens. He's a good ten minutes early at least and he stands there awkwardly at first, unsure what to do with himself. There's a basket of sandwiches, but no one in sight. He notices the petals in the fountain as well, and wonders if someone ruined perfectly healthy flowers for them - it's about this point that it occurs to him that he's probably a terrible date.

It does put a thought in his head though, and he spends the rest of his waiting time strolling through the general area and looking at the soft pink and white flowers. They're beautiful, and he's sort of fond of them for existing at all. He's not far from the flower bushes he woke up in a few months ago, when he returned to Wonderland. He's wandered through this garden before, but he never gets tired of it. It's a good distraction, but his gaze still strays occasionally to see if anyone has shown up yet or not.]

ATHOS/HAYMITCH » MANSION ROOM 108

[samlicker81]

if you booze you lose

[ an open bar awaits them, as does an inviting fireplace and a table set for two. under the metal lids covering their dishes are two steak dinners fit for kings. ]

SIMON/GEORGE » MOVIE ROOM

[samlicker81]

take me out to the movies

[ rose petals are sprinkled across the large pillows and a selection of romantic movies has already been picked out for them, from titanic to the holiday. they are obviously free to watch whatever they want or nothing at all. ]

[akapeanut]

[Back home, her name on a note was bad news. Not that she knew about that arrangement until after, of course, but. Still. She's a little anxious about showing up to whatever this is. She'd hoped Wonderland had sucked all the events it could out of her. Although the "secret admirer" thing might indicate this is someone else's event. That's definitely not what the post-its were for.

The idea that there's actually a person attached to this concept of secretly admiring her doesn't really occur to her. She mostly shows up because she suspects she'll dislike the consequence of not showing up more.

She doesn't make it much past the doorway when she walks in and there's legit rose petals all over the place. What the fuck.]

PETER/NATASHA » MANSION ROOM 714

[samlicker81]

what could go wrong

[ a trail of rose petals leads from the dimly lit bedroom to the bathroom, where the scent of chocolate and caramel fills the air. ]

NOT HERE

[hypercompetent]

PHILIP/JANE » CHECKERBOARD HILLS

[samlicker81]

the stars at night are big and bright

[ a blanket is spread out for them on the crest of a hill; next to it is a telescope and various star charts that they are welcome to try and make sense of. ]

[anomaliiiiies]

[Jane tried to stay under the radar after Saturday night's little fiasco, wondering exactly what the fallout would be. It was a little bit jarring to get a note with unfamiliar writing and a time and place, considering the timing. But, Jane wasn't going to be rude enough to ditch. She wore cute booties and a dress, and tucked a smaller version of Darcy's taser in her purse before making her way to the place in her note, shoving down flashbacks of Richard and London. Darcy was not going to rescue her this time.]

SAM/NEAL » ROOF

[samlicker81]

at least he can't outrun you

[ there won't be any magic portals popping open, either. just a nice, relaxing dinner on the roof. ]

WOW i dunno neal's done a lot of running in his life

[belovedson]

[Neal really isn't sure just how this happened, considering he hasn't been in Wonderland a week yet. But there's a pretty fancy invitation tucked under his door, anonymous but with clear intent. He debates on whether or not he should go, but in the end? Neal knows what it's like to just be left waiting. The least he can do is show up and let the person down gently, since he really isn't interested.

And yeah, he already knows it's not going to be Emma. This sort of thing isn't her style.

So, 6PM. It's not like he's got much else to do, which is why he ends up on the roof pretty much on time. He needs about two seconds to feel underdressed for the situation, just wearing slacks and an untucked buttondown shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Then again, he isn't planning on staying any longer than he has to, and he pulls the invitation out of his pocket, giving it another look as he waits for whoever sent it to return.]

ARAMIS/WILLIAM » TEA ROOM

[samlicker81]

for the love of god

[ a round table is set in the middle of the room; vases full of roses are scattered around the room. the tea set sits in the middle of the table, with a plate of dessert set for each of them. ]

[not_apriest]

[A secret admirer? Aramis half thinks it's a joke from Elizabeth, and if that's the case, he intends to play along. He dresses for the occasion and makes his way to the designated room.

When he walks in, he glances around at the roses and silver, but nobody else seems to be there yet.]

Elizabeth?

BARBOSSA/BEISTE » DOCKS

[samlicker81]

o is for the only one i sea

[ this was the closest she could get to setting up a dinner on a boat. points for trying? at least the water is calming as it laps against the docks and the cool evening breeze drifts by with the scent of salt water. ]

[belaying]

[The note that arrives is, at first, nearly tossed aside and cannibalized for his own personal notes. The handwriting is...Well. Becky tried, so gold star for her, but it's still not up to snuff to the somewhat-trained 18th Century eye, and the message even more contrite and, really, annoying, enough to get his lip to curl in disgust.

Because if there is one thing Hector Barbossa does not give two shits about, it's anything involving feelings.

However, being unaware of the fact that it's Becky's doing (and God help her when and if he finds out), he knows better than to ignore a Wonderland summons. As much as it boils his blood to know Wonderland's yanking his chain, for the moment there's very little to be done about it.

And so, giving the semblance of going with the flow, to at least see what nonsense this place is planning next (because it's always something stupid) he does make his way down to the docks a little ahead of the appointed time, two more pistols tucked under his jacket, a knife in one of his boots, and extra shot and powder in a pocket, because he's not stupid enough to go anywhere in this place unarmed. And when he gets there, that gnawing suspicion grows, and he stops a few yards from the table, hand resting on his sword hilt, one eyebrow nearly all the way upwards toward his bandana.

Because really, what even is this.]

SAM/KANEKI » MANSION ROOM 252

[samlicker81]

senpai noticed me

[ there's a boombox on the small table behind them that's playing the war of the worlds radio drama narrated by orson welles. ]

/most awkward dinner date ever

[itwouldbeatragedy]

[Kaneki really has no idea what to think about the invitation he receives. Considering he only knows a handful of people and having little experience so far to draw upon, he figures it must be another event. He considers using the network to find out what's up with this and see if anyone can give him more information, but then decides to go ahead and investigate on his own first.

He's really not expecting the setup he encounters when he arrives in room 252, but he feels a little under dressed in his jeans and sweatshirt (not even a regular sweater like normal! Come on Ken, get it together). That feeling passes pretty quickly and is replaced by pure confusion as he steps inside and examines the table, the place settings.

He can't smell anything edible, so whoever (whatever?) set this up clearly doesn't know him personally. He's okay with that, though he feels a little nervous that there are two place settings. His few attempts to practice eating regular food have always ended terribly (and vomitously) and he can't imagine he'll be able to manage it with the added pressure of an observer.

Uncertain what to do now and still clueless about why he's here at all, he stands next to the table with one hand cradling his elbow and his free hand to his chin. For a minute or two, he only moves to adjust his eye patch over his left eye before he goes back to considering the situation.]

MICHAEL/GABRIEL/MICHAEL » DINING ROOM

[samlicker81]

lucifer isn't invited

[ a long table fills the hall, though only three places are set at one end. each place has a little name card, with gabriel at the head of the table and the michaels on either side. becky is very specific about place settings for this one. ]

NOT HERE

[dissemble]

Lucifer didn't want to come anyway.




Also Gabriel if you touch Lucifer's brother you are a dead creature.

FINNICK/BUCKINGHAM » BEACH

[samlicker81]

shirts not required

[ in the middle of the table, in a wicker basket, is a loaf of seaweed bread for them to share along with the rest of their meal. ]

[airshipswank]

Buckingham presses the paper close and inhales deeply, but no scent lingers on the letter, and its written lines are beyond his recognition. Truly a mystery then, it could be anybody! Everybody, indeed! Numbers of men and women beyond count hold deep admiration him, of that he is confident beyond doubt, but secrets of such nature are worth exposing, and the duke intends to reward his admirer's confession generously.

He laments only that he cannot guess the person's identity, cannot surprise them in return by appearing dressed to match their time, whatever that might be. But they must know his origins, and so he is certain that the splendor of his own time will be more than sufficient to do their adoration justice.

Buckingham chooses a dark crimson doublet, threaded with gold. Breeches and boots to match are found soon enough, and he considers adorning himself with a red rose as well, fresh and rich in its sweet scent, ready to be gifted to his admirer. No, that would be too much, wouldn't it? A golden brooch of a rose will do just fine, surely!

Once all that is settled he admires himself in the mirror one last time, and departs for the stable, so that the mysterious author of that note might soon be able to admire the duke's arrival at the beach, on his magnificent black stallion no less.

ADAM/KATE » LIBRARY

[samlicker81]

no dogs allowed

[ instead of wine, sparkling cider is provided for them. the library is quiet, as it should be, though it's doubtful they'll be disturbing anyone, anyway. ]

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[Adam doesn't greet his invitation with jubilance. In actuality, a note from a "secret admirer" slipped under his door just seems suspicious as hell.

He has a bad feeling about it, but curiosity wins out over caution. Someone wouldn't contact him like this unless they wanted something from him, and if it's a trap of some kind, the loaded handgun tucked under his shirt might be a deterrent. In any case, he's getting real sick of people messing with him. He sets out at around 5:30pm with the invitation in his hand.

When he finds the library, it's not to study like usual, it's to get to the bottom of who's yanking his chain.

He's wary as he passes by the shelves, looking each way for a sign of someone. The table with its white tablecloth almost immediately catches his eye. Are those candles? What is that, wine?]</sub>

What the hell.

_{[One half of this "date" can be found frowning down at the table like it's personally offended him, shirt sleeves rolled up like he's itching for a fight.]}

THE DOCTOR/DARCY » HEDGE MAZE

[samlicker81]

let's get lost together

[ at the center of the maze is a picnic set out for them, if they can get to it. this one is more about the adventure. ]

[likesimpossible]

It isn't every day that the Doctor gets letters, and it most certainly is not every day that said letters come from a secret admirer. For one thing, he can't imagine who that might be, or why anyone would secretly admire him. Oh, he's great for providing adventures and excitement, but surely there's others to admire.

But either way, a letter is a letter, and in spite of himself, the Doctor can't help but feel just a few pinpricks of excitement. So, with fifteen or twenty minutes to go till 6 PM, the Doctor makes his way down to the designated area of meeting, namely the hedge maze.

He's early, so it seems to him that his secret admirer hasn't arrived, but then again, if he doesn't know who he or she is, recognizing them might be a bit of a challenge. But either way, if a person shows up looking a bit unsure of themselves, then chances are, they're the one. The only thing to do now is wait and see.

CLINT/ALEX » ORCHARDS

[samlicker81]

take an arrow to the knee

[ if they get tired, there's always the hammock... ]

[markedbyfate]

Alex is in his room when the note slips under the door. He goes over and picks it up to read it. His brow furrows. A secret admirer? That doesn't make any sense. No one here knows him. He hasn't been here long enough to have a secret admirer. He decides to ignore it.

Except he can't. Curiosity takes over, so at around 6:10, he finds his way to the orchard. There's food and he's hungry. Might as well sit and eat while he waits to see who shows up.