henhursthall | meat cutes singles night

MEAT CUTES SINGLES NIGHT

what's up? Love is (possibly) in the air at Meat Sweats: All You Can Meat Steakhouse (Good First Date Spot!), which is trying to live up to its name by cramming as many first dates into one night as it possibly can. Cocktails are arguably Valentine's Day themed, and someone went to the trouble of charming paper hearts into fluttering around like drunken butterflies.

The small dining room is packed, and the tables have been arranged so that there are plenty of spots where couples can sit across from one another. Over the speakers, an "oldies" playlist of early 2000s Muggle ?love songs? is on shuffle.

Participants who get Bingo get a special prize! Anyone who gets a blackout is a madman, but there's something special in it for you if you do. And of course, signing the attendance sheet gets you half-off on rent at Henhurst Hall.

Tonight's menu is:

A pink sweetheart cocktail that tastes a little bit too much like pepto bismol, garnished with a strawberry and twisty straw.
Tater tots shaped like hearts.
Your choice of pizza (pepperoni shaped like hearts), salmon (it's pink!) or curried cauliflower with red food colouring (the veggie option).
Chocolate cake dessert.

The dinner begins at 7:00 PM and Olive kicks everyone out at 12:00 AM, but like, who wants to stay at Meat Sweats for five hours?

visuals!

volunteer slots! Hugo Weasley ends up stuck talking to an older wizard who is clearly very drunk and keeps asking extremely strange questions. On the bright side, they do manage to fill out one elusive spot on their bingo card! (By taking this spot, you can mark any one of your bingo spots as filled for free!)

Grizzy barrels into [CHARACTER C] while they're both dashing to get to the next table, and they go tumbling to the ground. Now that's a Meet Cute!

[CHARACTER D] feels like they've been plunged into ice water when Morty passes through them on his way to another table. The sensation is brief, but then they feel something cold and wet stuck to their back. It's partially digested pizza encased in ectoplasm.

how bingo works!
🍗 Remember, this IC/OOC is forward-dated meaning that it takes place on Sunday, February 14th. Please wait until Sunday to make journal posts that take place during the event.

🍗 Speed dating rounds last anywhere from thirty seconds to five minutes before Bud blows his whistle and participants are expected to get up and run to a different table, musical chairs style. There's not much organization to this event and there's nothing stopping residents from cheesing the game by running to people they already know.

🍗 Organizers insist that the seating arrangements were randomized, which is why sometimes participants are seated across from a relative or otherwise-inappropriate potential mate. They insist that, legally-speaking, this is a networking event — so don't worry, mark off those cards, and keep going!

🍗 Click here for the Bingo Card template.

On desktop: click File > Make a Copy.
On mobile: press "..." > Share & export > Make a copy.

Follow the directions in the spreadsheet to learn how to set up your card!

🍗When you're all set up, you can either paste the code in its own entry on your journal (fancy!) or grab a sharable link to your spreadsheet (convenient!). Either way, come on down to SPEED DATING BINGO and make a new comment with your character's name in the subject and your link in the body.

🍗 Reply to others and fill your card! Have fun!

🍗 The cutoff for submitting completed Bingo Cards for prizes is February 15, 12:00PM EST. You can keep playing in your threads for as long as you want, but you just won't get the Mystery Prize if you haven't submitted by the cutoff.

locations! 💘 BEFORE THE MEAT CUTE: Are you ready to find love and avoid gastrointestinal issues?

💘 SPEED DATING BINGO: Date! Meet! Win! Post your cards here with your character's name in the subject. Others can reply to your thread to start quick scenes as they fill out their cards in search of a BINGO — and maybe... true love?

💘 AROUND MEAT SWEATS: Same time, same place as Speed Dating Bingo but this section is for those MEATier scenes. (Any non-speed-dating scene)!

💘 AFTER PARTY: After you've either won or given up on Bingo, there's a plan to meet up at Poor Lenore's for drinks. A local band is playing tonight, and it's a more pleasant setup for dancing and flirting if that's your jam. You might miss the subtle aroma of a New York striploin, though.

🥩 OOC – QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS! Don't forget to submit your card under the subheader when you're got a bingo and/or blackout!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Reflexively, Criswell reaches out to steady the barely-disturbed bottle and shrugs, "Not yet." The water here is almost certainly fine. But he knows how this water was filtered and that this bottle has several helpful charms worked into it, so why wouldn't he bring his own?

He glances at the glass in Hugo's hand before adding, "...Is that your dominant hand?"

Hugo glances down at his pint, in his right hand. He looks back up at Criswell and lowers his voice. "Yeah, but let's keep that between us." Hugo nods towards his left hand. "This one thinks she's the dominant one. No harm in letting her continue to believe that."

Hugo gives the man another look. "You like to really cook your meat? Make sure it's fully done?"

This hand-based melodrama doesn't seem to impress Criswell, who looks blankly at Hugo and doesn't respond again until the question about meat. "Of course," he confirms, as if this is the only reasonable answer to give. He's not certain how reasonable Hugo is just yet, though, so he adds, "...do you take yours rare?"

"No. Medium," Hugo replies, feeling as though this was a test he's somehow failed spectacularly. Hugo narrows his eyes and sips his ale. "There's nothing wrong with a medium steak." Right? Cris' confidence has thrown him. "I think most people get it medium."

"Hitting 72°C kills most bacteria. The internal temperature for medium only hits 63°C," Criswell responds flatly and shrugs again. In truth, he doesn't know much about cooking and he only knows enough about cooking sanitation to overthink it, but...Hugo did ask. "...But most people do seem to do all right with medium."

"Yeah, I think we'd hear if medium were this massive problem." Hugo scans the establishment and weighs what he's heard from his peers about this place. "Though, might not hurt to get your steak well-done from here..."

This prompts Criswell to stiffen in his seat and he looks at Hugo expectantly, as if he's been holding out on him this entire time. The utter gall. "Do you know something about this place's... everything else that I don't?" His mind flashes immediately to the possibilities of unsanitary kitchens or connections to 'former' dark wizards or the use of illegal culinary materials. He read an article once about a restaurant serving hodag in secret.

A nightmare.

Even if he hasn't eaten anything yet.

"I just know I got a mate meal with a Meat Sweats employee earlier this week and she insisted we not come here." Hugo shrugs. "Just putting two and two together. Plus, I mean..." he gestures around them. "I don't see cloth napkins or any Magi-Michelin stars on the wall."

Yet, Hugo grabs a tot off a passing tray and pops it into his mouth without hesitation. "We're young," he says to Cris preemptively, "our bodies will bounce back."

Unmoved, Criswell watches Hugo devour the questionable (and stolen) tot as if it was a bug he'd picked up off the floor. Still alive and skittering. He shakes his head, retorting only with, "...I'll leave the 'bouncing back' to you." He'll be thirty in a few months. He's basically elderly compared to some of this crowd.

After a pause, apparently spent recalibrating his perception of Hugo, he asks, "Have you ever had a blood pop? By chance."

"Yeah, once," Hugo sighs, some terrible memory clearly returning. "I was sold a false bill of goods, mate. I was told it was cherry. Which," Hugo shakes his head ruefully, "I don't even like. So, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Never again," he vows to Cris, solemnly.

At this, Criswell appears genuinely stricken. If that can happen to Hugo, it can happen to anyone. He crosses off the spot on his card with equal solemnity and silently swears off cherry-flavored...anything. That's not a risk he's willing to take. "Merlin's beard. I hope you were compensated. At least."

"Not really." A shake of his head. "But it's given us something to talk about, yeah? That's not nothing. It's Hugo, by the way," he extends a hand. "It's a pleasure. Suppose we'll be seeing plenty of each other going forward."

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SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo

SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell & Hugo