Blind Date meme.

[semimeme]

The Blind Date meme. Pretty self-explanatory. No matter how awkward and unexpected they might be, there is always something exciting about them. Who is your company for the evening going to be? Will it be a person of your innermost dreams or someone you absolutely can't stand? And most importantly...
 

How are you going to handle it?

What do:
1. Post with your character! They're now in the middle of a blind date.
2. Comment to each other! When you do that...
3. Go to Random.org and roll a single die!

1.

First date

-- You've never been out on a date before, so someone's decided to give you a helping hand.
2.

On the rebound

-- You're recovering from a painful breakup, but your friends/family think they found a great person for you anyway.
3.

Not strangers at all

-- Someone thought you didn't know your date. Turns out you know them from somewhere.
4.

Hideously awkward

-- Hey wait, that's your ex/boss/doctor/distant family member! Or, even worse, it's that person you absolutely despise. This will go well!
5.

Existing partner

-- You two are just acting like strangers to spice up your love life.
6.

Future spouse

-- Unfortunately, you have to have an arranged marriage. Fortunately, you get to meet that special someone for a date beforehand. How will the night go?
7. ...or, instead of rolling, come up with your own scenario!

4. Play out the date. This meme can be completely fluffy, smutty, or hilarious. If you don't want smut, you can put that in your subject. It doesn't even have to be romantic.

Comments

Re: time bending stuff?

[stag_seeker]

[James had no idea who Moony was setting him up with, as he stood outside the Leaky Cauldron. This is where the blind date was supposed to be happening. He was wearing some smart green robes and carried his wand underneath, just in case. He entered the pub and looked around for his date. He was told to meet the mystery person at the bar.]

[grimolddog]

[The world beyond of the veil was startlingly similar to the "ordinary" world... but different in enough ways to make Sirius constantly feel an awful sense of isolation. Nobody seemed to recognize him, at least... but neither could he find anybody that he recognized. He felt as though he was a strange past, and as time went by all he could do was wallow in his regrets.

That was, until he found Remus. It had taken awhile for him to accept that his best friend was a teenager once again, but immediately his thoughts turned toward the possibility that James might also be here. He'd managed to set up a meeting between the two, and was now waiting for his old friend to show. When he finally does, Sirius can only stare, hand clasped around the handle of his mug with his drink temporarily forgotten.]

[stag_seeker]

[James took a while scanning the bar area in search for a lone witch, who might possibly looking for him. No one of that description caught his eye. He was now wondering if he had been set up, as the feeling was beginning to tug at his stomach. One of disappointment.

He walked over to the bar and ordered a butterbeer. He could have ordered a firewhiskey, but declined this time. Then, he saw the man at the bar. He was dressed in fine clothes and had long, shaggy hair like his friend Sirius. Could he be a relation of sorts?]

You haven't seen a young witch sitting on her own here have you? [James approached the man, clutching his drink and his hair all messy. James was assuming that his blind date was going to be a young witch and no one else. Of course, he could be completely wrong in his assumptions.]

[grimolddog]

[Sirius had wondered if there was a younger version of himself wandering around this alternate world as well, but hadn't thought to inquire with Remus. He'd assumed not, but just in case, he realizes he probably should be wary about giving out his true name.

When James sits next to him at the bar, Sirius can feel his heart rate begin to pick up. How he'd missed him... it's all he can do not to spout out apologies that would mean nothing to this carefree teenager. He'd longed to beg for forgiveness from his old friend, but it looks like now isn't the time for that.]

Ah... you're James, aren't you? [He offers a small, friendly smile, despite the fact that he feels close to tears. Everyday for twelve years in Azkaban he'd dreamed of speaking to James again, and now he finally has the chance.]

I'm afraid your friend has played a prank on you, and I was, admittedly, a willing accomplice. Regrettably, there is no witch here for you.

[stag_seeker]

[James just stared at the man next to him. How in Merlin's name did he know who he was? He swallowed and nodded slowly.] How....how do you know my name? We have never met before, have we? Your face is not familiar to me. [He took a sip of butterbeer and frowned. What was going on? What did he mean no witch? Was this some kind of joke?]

Did Remus set me up? You seem to know about my friends also, which is quite odd. How do you know all of this about me? [He was becoming defensive now and felt for his wand. Just in case some Slytherin had hired this man to hex him or something. The thought had crossed his mind that either Lestrange, Malfoy or McNair would try and set him up with someone bad.]

I'm James Potter. Who might you be, sir? [He was defensive but he still had manners.]

[grimolddog]

Yes, as I said... I'm in on the prank. It was Remus' doing.

[With some careful prodding on Sirius' part. The chance to see and speak to James again was too tempting to pass up, whatever the consequences. He looks just as Sirius had remembered him... his friend had been so young when he died. Would that happen in this dimension as well? If he's being set up on a date, that must mean he and Lily aren't together.

The temptation to tell James the truth about who he is is awfully tempting. Would he buy it? Anything is possible when magic is involved, isn't it? If he just left out some of the more sordid details, perhaps he wouldn't damage the time period too badly.]

I must ask... do I appear familiar to you?

[stag_seeker]

[James nodded. He could not believe that Remus had set him up like this. He wouldn't be offering to help do his homework from now on after this. Sirius could help Remus instead. Pfft. Fat chance that was going to happen.]

Familiar? [The man's question caught James off guard somewhat. He had just met this man, yet he knew so much about James and his friends. How?] Well, you have the same colour eyes as my best friend, Sirius. Also, your hair is sort of like his. I don't think we're family relations are we? If we are then, forgive me for not recognising you as a distant uncle or someone. [James you idiot.]

[grimolddog]

[Sirius lets out a snort of laughter when James suggests he might be an uncle. At least he made the connection between himself and the younger Sirius... and at least Sirius now knows that he isn't the only version of himself wandering this universe.]

You could say I'm related to your friend Sirius, yes.

[He's well aware that his years in Azkaban harmed his appearance a great deal, through weight loss and premature aging. It's gratifying to know that he still has some resemblance to his old self such that a teenage James can recognize it.]

What are your thoughts on time travel? [He asks before taking another sip of his drink.]

[stag_seeker]

Time travel? [James wasn't sure what to think on that one. He had never thought of such an idea ever becoming a reality.] Do you mean the sort of things Muggles read in their fantasy comics? He had read a few himself and so had Remus. Muggle comics were rather interesting at times.]

Well...I don't know really. I don't believe that it can actually be true. Can it? It's more for Muggles, as they can't do many things we can. Such as apparate or use magic. Why do you ask? [James noticed how amused the man was at his reactions to his questions. Why was that?]

[grimolddog]

No, no... I suppose you've never heard of time-turners.

[One of those handy little devices had helped save his life, though he doesn't know if one could allow a wizard to travel back so far in time. In any event, wherever he is now clearly isn't just the past, but another world entirely.

Sirius leans a little closer to James, keeping his voice low.]

What I'm about to tell you could have severe consequences should word get out to anybody else. I need you to swear you won't tell anyone, especially Sirius.

[stag_seeker]

Time-turners? No, I haven't. [He was lost on that one. It did sound like something someone could buy within Diagon Alley.]

Oh? [James's expression hardened, as he leaned in closer to hear what the man was saying. Why did he not want Sirius to know what he was about to say? Something told James to listen carefully to the man's words. Was it instinct or something else? He had a very strange feeling wash over him right now.]

I won't tell Sirius. I promise.

[grimolddog]

[Sirius pauses, feeling his chest tighten with sudden anxiety at the prospect of sharing the truth. He has to assure himself that the world won't immediately come crashing down upon them if he does so, and eventually gets up the courage to say it.]

I am Sirius. From the future.

Ask me questions nobody else could know if you don't believe it. [He quickly adds before James can get a word in.]

[stag_seeker]

[At those words, James let out a snort of laughter. Was this man for real? Was this another of Remus's jokes to rub James's nose into it? The look on the man's face was deadly serious. So many things were so very coincidental. Could this man really be Sirius Black?]

Are you telling me you are my best friend at school? [He took a deep draught of drink.]

This is.....rather odd. I need to take this in. Questions...uh, right. Alright. What is my Marauder name?

[grimolddog]

[That reaction was expected, but Sirius feels certain he can convince James of the truth.]

I was, yes.

[He takes a sip of his own drink, watching James carefully.]

That's an easy one. Prongs. And I could tell you exactly why that's your name, but I wouldn't want anybody here to overhear.

[Which brings to mind a way to prove himself much more clearly.]

And if we go outside for a moment, I could demonstrate for you why I'm called Padfoot.

[stag_seeker]

[James was surprised that Sirius knew his Marauder name and also knew about being an Animagus. His head was spinning at the notion that this man was his best friend. But older.]

That's...right. That is my name. [He was keen to see if this older Sirius could turn into the shaggy black dog known as Padfoot.] Alright. Let's go outside.

[grimolddog]

Right. Follow me.

[Sirius leads James through the crowd and outside. There are plenty of people walking the London streets as well, so he tries to find a more deserted area where he can transform.]

Wait here. [He doesn't want James to think he's going to be attacked by leading him into a dark alleyway, so instead instructs the younger man to wait by the street as he walks into the alley himself. When he emerges a few seconds later, it's as the same big, shaggy black dog that James has seen so many times throughout the past few years.]

[stag_seeker]

[James waits and then gasps, as he sees the shaggy black dog emerge. Padfoot. It really was him. His friend and Animagus.] Padfoot. So, it's true!

[He went over to give the dog scritches, as he often did when he'd felt like it. He patted down his shaggy coat and could hardly believe it. So, he'd remained an Animagus even into older age. James hoped that he could still turn into a stag even into his fourties and fifties.]

I believe it now. It's just....so hard to believe.

[grimolddog]

[Padfoot barks once in agreement, running an excited circle around James' legs before sitting down at his feet and enjoying the scratches. He can't help but feel an intense relief now that James believes him. His tail whips back and forth a mile a minute, betraying his happiness at this development. He decides to stay in this form to give James a few more moments to get used to the idea that his best friend is visiting him from the future.]

[stag_seeker]

[James continues to pat Sirius and enjoy the feel of the thick fur under his fingers. This is his friend. The one he has known for a very long time.]

Enjoying that, Pads? Don't get too comfy now though. [He grinned and gave the dog a few more scratches around the ears.]

[grimolddog]

[He allows himself to revel in the feeling of having the attention of his best friend again for a few more moments before bounding back into the alleyway and returning in his human form again. This time he's grinning, and claps James on the back when he's close enough.]

It's a relief to see you, mate. Especially since I have this one little problem... I don't know how to get back to where I belong.

[stag_seeker]

Yeah, it's good to see you again too, Pads. Even though I saw you last night in the Common Room. We were playing chess and I beat you fairly. The look on your face though. [He smirked.] Or rather, the younger version of you.

What do you mean get back?

[grimolddog]

To be honest, you'd probably trounce me in chess now... I haven't played in ages.

[But back to more pressing matters-]

Well, you see... I didn't come back in time on purpose. It was a rather bad accident, actually.

[stag_seeker]

We could have a game if you wanted. [James was just pleased to see this version of Sirius.]

An accident? How can someone fall back in time during an accident? [James gave him a confused expression.]

[grimolddog]

Perhaps.

[He sighs heavily, wondering how much he should tell James. He obviously can't talk about his death... and mention of the circumstances of his falling behind the veil would ultimately include questions about how this situation arose in the first place. Considering they all involve James' son, that's probably out of the question too.]

Mishandling of a magical item. [A thought does occur to him.] I wonder, if I returned with you to Hogwarts... I could ask Dumbledore about it.

[If anyone knew how to help, it would be him.]

[stag_seeker]

A magical item? [James was itching to know what sort of magical item could cause someone to go back in time. He wanted to ask, but thought best of it.]

Dumbledore knows everything. I am sure he can help you, Pads. [It felt odd talking to this older version of his friend. But somehow, it felt right.] He should be able to help you and maybe get you back in your own time? I guess I shouldn't ask if I keep my good looks when I get to your age.