( 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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[wordvomit]

I got invited,

[he asserts, setting the records down and straightening up. The only thing Ned can possibly hold over Dean is superior height, not that Dean couldn't kick the ever-loving crap out of him anyway. His scripted invitation is withdrawn from a pocket, waved about close to his body.]

A secret admirer. Thing.

[ganking]

Then you're in the wrong location, pal. Learn to read and get out.

[ because he? he's got a handy dandy letter too, one he unfolds to show that it clearly states their current room number as the destination he's supposed to be at. and here he is, right on time, while ned must clearly be lost.

so there!! ...and never mind that ned's letter looks a whole lot like his. ]

[wordvomit]

I did read, [he insists firmly, standing his ground.] Maybe you should take your own advice.

[Ned unfolds his letter and shows it to Dean while peering over the Pie Enthusiast's correspondence. Which...also...says Room 414.]

...this must be a mistake.

[ganking]

[ ....why would ned's letter read the same number as dean's. it makes no sense-- unless this is a double blind date of some sort, in which case dean's definitely outtie. no way he spending awkward time with ned the pie maker after their last encounter, even if the dude does bake a mean pie. ]

What the hell is this... Why does-- did you do this? Are you the-- [ or maybe this really is all ned's doing!! maybe he did ask dean here!! maybe, maybe-- ]

[wordvomit]

[Is he insinuating what Ned thinks he's insinuating? Oh, God. Taste of bile. Ned is pretty sure he just threw up in his mouth a little.]

Look, uh, no offense, but even if I was interested in- [You know.] -you're pretty much Number Three on my People to Avoid list, which makes the likelihood of me setting up an elaborate blind date pretty slim. Like, wafer-thin slim.

[The Pie Maker's People to Avoid list is short but distinctive, Numbers One and Two being Lucifer and Hannibal Lecter, respectively. The former won't leave him alone and the latter pushes his buttons all the wrong way.]

[ganking]

[ don't make that face at him............................ ]

Dude, you never know. Some creep'n'freaks around here, like you, get excited by people they "avoid". [ so don't you give him any wafer-thin excuses here, this is wonderland. anything could go down. ]

But good, I'm glad-- hell, I wanna be number one on that list.

[wordvomit]

[Creep'n'freaks. Well, if that isn't a word Ned hasn't heard before...]

...you're not, but thanks for playing.

[Lucifer is number one on that list. Followed by Satan's Sous Chef. Dean is like Hell's Kitchen's garbage boy.]

[ganking]

[ cue brow raise. ]

Is that a challenge or something? You want me to make things more miserable for you? [ not that dean will, even if ned started begging for it, tbh. he has better things to do than to deal with nervous bakers.

also, adding with a quiet huff as he crosses his arms; ]

Some date this is.

1/2

[wordvomit]

It'snotachallenge.

[Apparently Dean requires swift assurance, because Ned would rather him not start throwing punches hither and yon. As he speaks, Ned cuts a slice of what looks like cherry pie and serves himself.]

And this is not- not a date. I mean, it was probably intended to be, but whoever did this is laughing to themselves somewhere and leaving us both standing here like idiots- [He waves the fork in the air.] -so maybe I should just...bow out. [And takes a bite.] Or somethi-

2/2

[wordvomit]

[Ned freezes then, mouth twisting uncomfortably as though he just tasted something truly horrific. The Pie Maker reaches for a napkin and divests himself of the fruit on his tongue.

Rotten. The cherries are rotten. Which means that these pies came from him. Who asked for this many pies in the past few days? He makes so many, Ned can't even remember.]

[ganking]

[ but he's so ready to throw a punch and then some. instead, he has to make do with watching ned cut himself a slice of pie, all the while ready in case the pie maker tries something with his magic fingers. the suggestion for him to leave is about as green lit from dean as possible.

or would be, if ned didn't look like he'd just stuffed his face with a pile of shit. ]

Dude-- [ dean watches in mild fascination and open disgust, then realizes that maybe he needs to do something here, so he steps closer. ]

What the hell... You alright? Wrong flavor?

[wordvomit]

It'sfine! It's fine. Um. I'm...fine. I'm just-

[Ned shuffles back a little, away from Dean, and drops his plate of pie back on the table with a clatter, which then startles him into flinching.]

I'm gonna do- I have a...thing.

[The spent napkin is shoved into his pocket.]

Igottago.

[ganking]

[ christ, he hopes you know what a mess you are, ned, because really... ]

Jesus, alright. Don't-- trip on the way out, or whatever.

[ at least dean can tell stories of how the pie maker ran away from pie one time. and him. they're both terrifying, after all. ]

[wordvomit]

Yepgreatseeya,

[is all the Pie Maker can manage, harried and hurried, before leaving Dean to his own devices.]