( 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...

Comments

don't say "on your left" and he'll treat you right, neal

[howtocarryit]

[ Natasha Romanoff is not the type to send secret admirer notes especially because Sam asked her on a date where they both intended to get severely drunk. Even if this is her messing with him she wouldn't go this far. Which means that someone else has sent him this note and fully intends for Sam to meet them on a rooftop alone at six. Kind of scary in the sense that this could go two very different ways. He just really hopes it doesn't go the way he imagines and Sam gets pushed off a date for some sort of weirdly misguided affection. That would suck.

He takes the letter with him because it seems like the smart thing to do. If Neal feels underdressed that won't last for long. Sam has on a t-shirt and some jeans with a leather jacket over the t-shirt. He's got a pair of sunglasses hanging from the front of his shirt from his daily activities. When he sees Neal there is definitely a pause in all his movement and he sighs heavily. This better not be a trick by Natasha. She better not have convinced some guy to show up and--]

Please tell me you didn't send this.

[ He holds up the letter. ]

but what if he's carrying something and he doesn't want sam to knock it over?

[belovedson]

[Well, Neal's not exactly expecting a guy, and he looks over with mild surprise as the person speaks up--and reveals he's got an invitation similar to Neal's own. That raises a whole new mess of questions, but also answers something very important, and Neal grins as he holds up his letter.]

Nope. I got one of these too. But thanks; that was a very flattering way to ask that. [Seriously, please tell me you didn't send this? It's a good thing Neal has a healthy sense of self going on here, Sam. He tucks the invitation back into his pocket, then walks over to offer his hand to Sam. Just for a handshake though. Might as well be polite.]

Neal Cassidy. So it looks like we both got set up.

you better learn some acrobatics neal

[howtocarryit]

[ Thank God he got a letter too. Not that Sam was against being asked out by a dude, but he didn't want to have the awkward talk where he let the guy down easy. The fact that they both got letters meant they were set up by someone to meet here. Unless of course the guy was playing him, but he didn't really think he'd go to such great lengths just to eat dinner with him on the rooftop of the mansion. It'd be weirdly elaborate. ]

Hah. Either whoever sent this thinks I don't have enough friends or they made some very off base assumptions about my sexuality.

[ He'll look into figuring out who sent these, but right now it doesn't warrant too much attention. Whoever did this went to great lengths to make sure they had a nice time. Sam doesn't really turn down free food in any shape or capacity. He figures he can stay and have a meal. Sam shakes his head briefly before going around him for the table. ]

Sam Wilson. Whoever did this obviously had some ideas about this night.

not until at least the third date what kind of hussy do you think he is? :|

[belovedson]

Obviously. [Pretty much all of what Sam says applies to Neal too. Top it off with the fact that he hasn't been in Wonderland for long at all, and it amounts to one messed up arrangement. Still, the guy seems pretty cool about it, especially when Neal reveals his own invitation. And like Sam, he isn't one to waste food. Too many years scrounging broke Neal of that trait long ago.]

So don't get the wrong message here; I'm just looking to have dinner. [It probably doesn't need to be said, but Neal would rather be open about it before he takes a seat. He still thinks its pretty crazy, but hell if he hasn't had weirder nights.] Are you new around here too?

the prettiest hussy ever.

[howtocarryit]

I'm not gonna start reading into this unless you start playing footsie with me under the table, man. As long as your hands stay above the table we're all good.

[ Sam has dealt with a lot of crappy food when he was in the military. He's learned by now not to turn down a meal that looks this good. Rations aren't exactly good eating when you're out there. Anything that can be eaten on a plate is good news to him. He's already looking over the food when Neal joins him at the table. ]

Not that new. I've been here maybe a little longer than four months.

well his eyes are gorgeous

[belovedson]

Think we'll be okay then. [Since yeah, Sam definitely isn't Neal's type--not to mention the whole still in love with the mother of his child thing Neal's got going on. Hands above the table, feet on his side, and since he isn't shy, Neal starts eating during his gaps in the conversation.

What? He's hungry, and the food really does look good.]

Yeah, I'd say you're definitely not new. I haven't even been here a week yet. [Which makes this whole thing even weirder.] So how are you coping after four months?