[DATING SIM] A chance to destroy a nice, romantic atmosphere

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

[Look, a chance to see that rare creature--a somewhat content (Love Interest) Mantis! He's found himself a massive outdoor concert hall, an orchestra warming up on stage. Out on the lawn seats, with a blanket and a special someone and the stars twinkling in the sky, it could be really quite romantic.

Mantis is sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair under the canopy, muttering about acoustics.

And the program starts. Go be romantic with someone who is not Mantis, for the love of Christ (obvious exception aside).]

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[revolver-kitty.livejournal.com]

[Main Character Ocelot has arrived]

[Sophistication! At last!] [plunks down on a blanket alone]

[thefedoraman.livejournal.com]

[A love interest has arrived, waiting for his main character~]

[ego-not-emo.livejournal.com]

[His main character has arrived!]

[thefedoraman.livejournal.com]

[Flemming is very happy to see you! He motions for Dalton to sit next to him.]

(+10 because Flemming is very much a romantic.)

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[This main character is carefully patrolling the perimeter, keeping a sharp eye out for enemies and love interests.]

[thatkindofguy]

Oh, this is nice...

[ As he's always had a certain appreciation for classical music, main character Raikov takes a seat on a blanket and waits for the orchestra to begin. With any luck, he won't enjoy it alone? ]

[revolver-kitty.livejournal.com]

[plops next to Raikov]

Any luck? [luck with what? God I am saying weird goddamn things.]

[thatkindofguy]

[ How long it's been since he's talked to the Major... Since, well, before coming here at least. ]

[nods] Some and then again not much. Can you believe there are those here who would resist my incredible charm and good looks?

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

[The Sorrow peeks in, sees Ilya, and, noting the weather, drifts back out again only to return a few minutes later with a familiar-looking raincoat over his arm.

He floats over and, taking a seat beside his love interest, greets him softly, so as not to drown out the music.] Hello, Ilya. I, er, brought you my coat, since it's... a bit chilly. [Mikhail gently drapes the raincoat over Ilya's shoulders.]

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Plus fourteen for misplaced paternal instinct. [He puts the coat on and settles back down, arm on the armrest between him and Spooky.

And Spooky can't see it, but he's smiling, a little, behind the mask.]

(+14)

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

[Well now where is Spooky supposed to put his arm? He'll just have to rest it across the back of Ilya's chair then. Heh.

...huh.]

These seats aren't very comfortable, are they.

[epic-advice.livejournal.com]

Hm.

This is... surprisingly nice.

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

[Love interest!Hal finds this.. interesting.]

..Hey. This is kinda nice...

[Takes a seat on a large Transformers blanket in the front of the hall, and lays down, listening to it]

[jadedmercenary.livejournal.com]

[Snake hasn't been shyly trying to find a way to get close to Otacon, not him!]

Hey, Hal.

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

[As always, oblivious Hal is oblivious]

Hey, Snake. What brings you out here?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Love interest Liquid finds a tan blanket on the grass.]

[In the interim since escaping the harem, he has acquired desert camo fatigue pants, and somehow found his gun again. Father gave it to him. He is not letting it go.]

[He lies down on the blanket with a sigh and stares up at the stars.]

Nice weather, nice music, no crazed Russians with their sights set on my crotch. Not bad, all considering.

Not a stalker. Honest. Really.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[He's telling himself he's just here to check up on him. That's all.]

[lightly coughs] Ah- Hey, Liquid.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid opens one eye.]

[No threat. He relaxes.]

Hello, Dr. Emmerich.

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

[He's sitting on the grass, waiting/hoping for a certain somebody to walk by.]

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

[Sitting on a nearby grassy knoll, thinking, "If I were Sniper Wolf, I could take him out from here."]

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

[Has the feeling that someone's watching him. Looks around slowly.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

[A certain somebody eventually walks by]

[young-glasses.livejournal.com]

Zzzz

[This love interest has fallen asleeeep]

[femmesnake.livejournal.com]

[Poke poke poke]

Why are you always asleep when I see you?

[femmesnake.livejournal.com]

[FemSnake has wandered into the field. She looks around then frowns at what she's wearing.]

I...
Don't think I am dressed for this.

Oh well.

[Sit.]