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The Date Meme

THE DATE MEME

Here's how it works!

1. Comment to this post with your character. List the character's name, series, and any preferences you might have in the subject.
2. Using the RNG, pick from one of each of the two categories below. (Or if you'd rather pick them yourself, feel free to do that instead!)
3. The two of you are now on a date! The first list is where you took your date. The second list is your current relationship.
4. Have fun!

Locations

1. Restaurant. What better way to spend some romantic time than over food? Maybe you're at the fancy restaurant in town, or maybe you just couldn't afford anything nice, so you're at the nearest diner. Or maybe somewhere in between?

2. Games. The two of you are playing a game somewhere! You could be at a bowling alley, an arcade, a miniature golf course...the possibilities here are countless.

3. The Park. Of course, Mother Nature can provide an excellent atmosphere for romantic bonding! Perhaps you're taking a leisurely stroll through the lush grounds, or maybe you've laid out a blanket somewhere so the two of you could have a picnic.

4. Movie Theater. Or maybe the two of you are sitting next to each other in a dark room, sharing a bucket of popcorn while you're watching the latest film. Did you opt for a horror flick to keep your significant other latched to your arm -- or for you to latch to theirs -- or perhaps something they enjoy, like a sappy romance film or a cheesy action flick? Or maybe you compromised and went to see a sweet romantic comedy.

5. Skating. It's always nice to go skating, right? Are you at a roller skating rink, or did you find a frozen lake and decide to go ice skating? Which one of you needs help (you know at least one of you does)?

6. Beach. Ahh, the beach! Go ahead and set up camp wherever you like! Or if you don't watn to lay down and catch a tan, you can go swimming, or take a walk along the shore! Or if you don't want getting sand on your feet or in your shoes, go hit up the boardwalk!

7. Sunday Drive. Sometimes you don't really have a destination in mind. Sometimes you just want to drive and enjoy the scenery. Well, here's your chance to do that!

8. Amusement Park. There's plenty to do here! Take your date on the Ferris wheel, or the tunnel of love...or something more thrilling, like a roller coaster! Walk around with cotton candy!

9. Dance/Ball. School dance? Prom? Business gala? Whatever it is, you're there, and you've got a date.

10. Wild Card. Your choice! Feel free to pick something that's not here.

Relationships

1. Blind Date. You had no idea who you were going out with until you arrived! Was it a complete stranger, or did it turn out to be someone you knew?

2. First Date. You finally worked up the courage to ask this person out, and they agreed! How awkward is this going to end up?

3. Steady. You guys have been going out for a while. This is just another one of many dates.

4. Proposing. This isn't just any date for you. You've brought your significant other out somewhere to propose to them! Make sure to warm them up for the main event!

5. Married. You're not just dating, you're a married couple! Whether this is a special occasion or you just decided to break from your everyday life, the two of you are using this as an opportunity to remind each other just how much you love one another.

6. Wild Card. Your choice! Feel free to pick something that's not here.

[Taken from an earlier meme]

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[Blind or first date preferred. I've said OTA, but m/m would have to be a blind date, for...various reasons]

Hannibal's had a fantastic past three months. Well, his life in general at Reagen-Morris Hospital has been spectacular. He's not really one to sprinkle on so many accolades internally, but there's certainly a coiling air of contentment throughout his mind. He has respect, a bustling social life, plenty of interesting patients - although even now, he's been preparing the foundations for his departure into psychiatry - and of course, his newest acquisition. The three-months notice.

Ichabod has proven a lovely workmate, now that Hannibal's interest in him has been piqued. He watches him through the gossip chain - a new invention here, a sudden breakthrough on a difficult body there, the occasional panic attack when he accidentally locks himself in the supply closet of floor 3 with the fussy door - and through bringing him the occasional lunch and test result. And if Ichabod has been having a slightly rough time with his tools and notebooks becoming misplaced, missing, and then reappearing in impossible locations, sometimes across the building, or even once in his home atop a fresh pile of laundry - well. He doesn't mention it aloud at work. It's something Hannibal observes in the occasionally darker rings under Ichabod's watchful eyes, in the flinch of his shoulders when he ghosts past.

He's been having, as stated, a lovely time. And so had Ichabod - despite the light torments, he'd been doing well at work. Better than to be expected with his poor social skills - Hannibal had been putting in good words for him, sweetening other employees to the awkward stick that worked in their morgue.

And so it was such a shame that just as things got their own proper rhythm that everything went wrong! The boss was furious, test results were rubbish, Ichabod was giving wrong information - potentially because he was fed that wrong information. But who on earth would intentionally mess with the test results, or leave false clues on the bodies to lead him astray...?

He's fired. Ichabod is being transferred to a new hospital, assuming they even want him once he gets there. A shame, truly. Hannibal would have wished him well if he'd been present - so far, no one's seen him since he was told.

It's while he's at his desk, cheerily breezing through a new set of safety protocol for the nurses in his staff that Hannibal senses it. It's a smell, first, an oaky tremor through the air followed by pine. Then his vision hazes and then, almost anticlimactically, he is suddenly seated on a mossy log in the midst of a forest clearing. Fog is all around him, blues and greys streaking the twilight. He looks back and forth, reassuring himself that it's real.

The smallest of sighs echoes off the nearest rocks and twigs, and then silence, as he stands and begins to inspect.

The only sound you will hear otherwise is Ichabod fumbling through the tall wheat he has found himself suddenly deposited in. He meets the property's end at the edge of a forest, face alight with shock, hair tousled madly. He has one piece of anciently-designed luggage in his hand -- or, strangely enough, modernly-designed.

But Ichabod has not come to terms with what year it is, as he is still trying to figure out where he is and why. Panting, he whips around for any identifying features of what surrounds him. It smells heart-breakingly familiar, this place: the humidity, the soil, the foliage.

In the distance, a couple of yards to his right, there is the sound of twigs snapping underneath the precise weight of feet. A bird laments and his cries are followed by the fluttering of wings. Ichabod's stomach turns. He has to understand what has happened to him, and while lost, there is little else that he can do other than ask the first man he sees.

Cautiously, Ichabod follows the soft sounds through the echoing expanse of this sparse forest, quietly as possible to better pin down the source of what he is hearing.

There is the softest of sighs, almost like a hiss somewhere behind him, that drains all animated life from Ichabod's body. He stops cold, knuckles turning white as they grasp the handle of his bag. The forest floor rustles without the sound of boots or bare feet to inspire the disturbance.

Ichabod's mouth goes so dry, he cannot even swallow his fear. Eyes wide and lips splitting apart to better oxygenate the blood pounding through his body like a war drum, he slowly turns to see whatever it is looming behind him in the dying daylight. In his periphery, it seems dark with the shadow of another presence, but as Ichabod completes his 180, the atmosphere thins and the rumbling, breathy aura ceases.

Silence has never sounded so loud before, or perhaps that's merely the sound of blood rushing past Ichabod's ears?

The supernatural does not exist. That's a fact, one that gives Hannibal confidence as he slowly stalks through the woods. The impossible forest around him smells real, feels real under his hands as he inspects the rough bark of pine trees, looks real as he peers through the low fog at the moist ground and deep blue sky.

So how did he suddenly arrive here? His perception of appearing here should be wrong - he must have been drugged and dropped off, taken unaware somewhere in his hospital and deposited for some insipid purpose. But he knows how all the common tranquilizers work, how they would have to be administered to him and how they would wear off - ketamine is too slow, he'd be too groggy, no barbiturate would have left him so oriented as to his surroundings at a dose sufficient to knock him unconscious. It's simply not how sedatives work. Which leaves the idea that Hannibal really has been conscious and aware the entire time, that the oddly-snaking fog and formed shadows are truly there. He feels as in-control of his mind as ever, so where did his missed time go?

Time. Hannibal flicks a thin wrist and his watch materializes from under a fitted sleeve - 4:58. He truly did lose two hours, and at least several miles, to be so far in the woods. It smells wrong for his Baltimore's forests, as well...

Like an oil painting, the forest seems mutable, changing at every moment. The shadows don't always align with the trees, the mist pursues invisible foes through the weeds like a hunting dog, seemingly unswayed by the wind. Hannibal is not afraid, but he feels a sudden prickling at the back of his neck, a primal caution stirring. He doesn't read others as predators of himself - only of other humans, weaker ones - but right now, Hannibal feels undeniably hunted. His head twists owlishly on his neck and his vision seems to blur, a moment, on a form that shouldn't have been there - and then nothing. He doesn't even notice the noise until it's replaced by a ringing silence and normal twigs snapping, no more roar of voiceless sound.

Ichabod is through the trees. Ichabod wasn't his hunter and couldn't be his captor. Ichabod must be a fellow captive. Hannibal slinks over, quiet as the fog ringing around his shins, presses through the silence that hangs like spiderwebbing all around them.

His breath reaches Ichabod before his voice does, so close up behind the horrified man. "So glad I found you." It's the truth warped with ill intent, made to sound like a lie in its twisted purpose. He smiles and it's nothing but teeth and too much gum, Hannibal's nameless not-fear putting him at the edge of aggression.

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A horrified rasp for air groans out of Ichabod, as if ghostly hands are attempting to wring the air out of the man's throat, and he whips around without forethought at the familiar voice.

"Doctor," he pants, shivering, clearing his throat weakly. "Ah, d-doctor Lecter. Doctor Lecter?" And suddenly Ichabod realizes just how peculiar this scenario truly is.
Once more, he looks over the forest interior, nearly completing one full spin in his scan of their surroundings. "Forgive my forwardness, but what are you doing here?"

Poor Ichabod has had quite a few dizzying run-ins with the unbelievably supernatural... While still a novice, he can tell when the events around him are being orchestrated by those who do not exist of this world, but they typically only happen to him. This grave displacement has happened to Ichabod before, but he never found himself in the company of another. Until this instance.

He's trying to be as polite as his will and nerves can allow him; why did he have to get stuck with Hannibal Lecter?

There's the fear he had expected, the reluctance for their surroundings that Hannibal can only show in vague half-frowns and faintly-wrinkled brows. "I couldn't say. I woke up here." Not entirely true, not the whole story, but who is Hannibal to give up all at once?

"I'm surprised to see you, though, just as you're shocked to see me. I hope I wasn't interrupting a fun romp in the woods for you." He's so clearly not, the adrenaline roils off of Ichabod in bubbling waves. "Because I didn't come here willingly, myself." An admission, an obvious one that shares nothing except that Hannibal is just as displeased to be there as you, Ichabod.

Around them, the forest listens and a low growl of wind coils through the lowest logs and leaves. It's almost a chuckle, if you strain your ears and imagination hard enough...

Ichabod fights a soft harrumph; fantastic that he has been either kidnapped or grossly displaced once again, but he's been trapped with someone who has no information behind what happened. How did Hannibal manage to get dragged into this mess, then? He was halfway across Baltimore when Ichabod was pulled from his lab...

Nope, there goes Ichabod's reserve, and that harrumph bursts quietly forth into the cool, heavy air around them. "Perhaps you'll delight in knowing that you interrupted no such lark, then."

It's far from snippy, and you can tell with how hung up young Crane is about his feelings. Shifting gears easily, his attention jumps to a gentle shuddering in a tree past his right shoulder. Funny, that, since there had been a significant absence of animals thus far. "Then that would make two of us, doctor.

"But despite our despair, daylight is dying and we need to find out where we are. Perhaps we can find a road or, if we are lucky, shelter."

These woods aren't terribly unfamiliar; the selection of trees are very typical for the east coast, so that tells him that they aren't too far from either New York or Baltimore. The general weather is also very typical of the area, though being stuck out in the wilderness, he can't tell if that's a good thing or not.

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