( 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

[oversight]

[ John holds out his glass expectantly and leans somewhat casually nearby the vampire. The longer he spends in Wonderland, the easier it is to understand all the nuances that follow around a person that's something other than human. ]

Sounds like a challenge. You eat other stuff?

[ Because he's answering these questions mildly and without being offended, all Blake can figure is that Angel's been at this for a while and he's found there's little reason in being anything but blunt. ]

Like spaghetti?

[vampdetective]

On occasion.

[He pours John a glass as well before setting the bottle aside, right back where they'd found it in the first place, then pauses to taste his own wine before elaborating.]

I can, but it doesn't nourish me. Sometimes you get cravings. Not as good as it would be with human tastebuds, but I work with what I have.

[He's become especially fond of Wonderland events that turned him human.]

You're taking this pretty well. Meet a lot of vampires?

[oversight]

Mm, not as many, no. But I've met my share of angels an' demons an' aliens so... [ He shrugs. It had been hard to be surprised after Pinkie Pie, to be perfectly honest, and that way day 2 for Blake.. ] Hopefully you're not too bummed the novelty's lost it's luster.

You seem pretty modernized. Not-so-Nosferatu, if you get my meanin'. Not sure if that means "older'n shit" or "freshest undead in town."

[ Blake coughs. ] Just assumin' the undead thing. No offense.

[vampdetective]

Older than most. At least where I'm from. Two-seventy-five and some change. [Give or take a couple of years. It's hard to keep track of them after awhile.] Most don't make it this far. Get reckless and end up on the end of some hunter's stake.

[Or if they're really unlucky, they meet up with the Slayer.]

And no offense taken. 'Undead' is still politically-correct, last I check. [He smiles.] I try to keep up with the times. You stand out like a sore thumb if you don't.

[oversight]

[ There's an appreciative whistle. Man, who doesn't wish they looked good for eternity. It almost seems unfair. ]

Yeah, well, near as I can figure, not all vampires are created equal. Pretty sure they're not all the same. You might think it's politically correct and then some other-universe vampire comes strolling in with their picket signs.

[ He might actually like to see that. ]

[vampdetective]

[To a degree, it is unfair. Most of the people who get to live forever don't deserve it. Aside from that? Really not all it's cracked up to be.]

Already met more than a handful of different types of vampires in this place. You're right on the money with that one. No two are exactly the same. Some are closer to human. Others are more like what I'm used to -- soulless shells that used to be people until the demon kicked them out of their own body.

[Whoever they were in life, there's never anything of them left.]

[oversight]

[ It sounds... familiar enough that it leaves Blake to really think a moment. And then drop back whatever's left of his wine in one smooth motion. ]

How many—? [ He grimaces as the wine catches up to him. Honestly, he's not much for wine but even he suspects this is an awful vintage. ] How many are there? —vampires in Wonderland, I mean.