meat cutes singles night

[wiztrict]

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!

Comments

SPEED DATING BINGO: Lorcan Scamander & Criswell

[cristrelawney]

Criswell opens his mouth to protest that he knows approximately ten percent of the population is left-handed but stops as Lorcan changes the subject. Going from dominant hands to sexual orientation and its potential place within Sir Forsythe's numerological calculations. He hadn't seen that coming. But he's curious.

"But? How skewed are the numbers so far?" He has to wonder if the boy has actually been asking everyone this question or if he's just making assumptions.

SPEED DATING BINGO: Lorcan Scamander & Criswell

[fursuiter]

Lorcan props his chin on a hand and leans in conspiratorially. "I know at least nine people in here are same-sex attracted, including myself." Okay, maybe he's making some assumptions but he's not going to say that. "There's nineteen people playing this game. We're already up to-- whatever nine divided by nineteen is. A little less than fifty percent."

SPEED DATING BINGO: Lorcan Scamander & Criswell

[cristrelawney]

Leaning in to listen, Criswell makes no effort to hide his surprise. That's absolutely a statistical anomaly and he no longer seems to be questioning Lorcan's numbers. What reason would there be to lie about that, anyway? "Downright peculiar," he murmurs to no one in particular and taps the table with restless fingers. Almost as an afterthought, he adds, "Ten. Also."

SPEED DATING BINGO: Lorcan Scamander & Criswell

[fursuiter]

Lorcan jots down some quick math in his notebook. "That's roughly... fifty three percent in Meat Sweats alone. That's not a coincidence." He chews on the end of his pen, humming in thought. "I'd like to study the rest of the tenants."

SPEED DATING BINGO: Lorcan Scamander & Criswell

[cristrelawney]

Criswell doesn't know what Lorcan means about studying the rest of the tenants. Curious or not, it sounds sort of ominous. "...You could probably just put out a survey," he suggests as he straightens in his seat again.

SPEED DATING BINGO: Lorcan Scamander & Criswell

[fursuiter]

"A survey is a study," he's quick to correct, sounding awfully pedantic and a lot like Lysander. "What would you say your dateable age range is?"

SPEED DATING BINGO: Lorcan Scamander & Criswell

[cristrelawney]

The expression on Criswell's face is skeptical -- the way that Lorcan had used the word initially and the way he's trying to use it in this new equivalence aren't the same, after all -- but he doesn't argue. Instead, he answers the new, odd question that he's been asked.

Well, sort of.

"Why does that matter?"

SPEED DATING BINGO: Lorcan Scamander & Criswell

[fursuiter]

"Why wouldn't it matter? Look at the clues." He flips through his notebook, going back to the first few pages filled with numbers, names, and nonsense. "Numerologist gathers single young adults from legacy families, opens the week before Valentine's day, pushes a singles night by offering discounted rent-- Isn't it obvious? They're trying to--"

The whistle blows and whatever Lorcan just finished saying is drowned out by the noise of chairs squeaking and people moving to new tables. Lorcan's chair is being pulled away and he's too lost in the sauce of reading out what's in his notebook to even notice the growing distance between them.