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[blacklisle]

"A missed connection is a type of personal advertisement which arises after two people meet but are too shy or otherwise unable to exchange contact details." - Wikipedia

HOW TO PLAY

1. Subject line: your character / canon / prefs (whether you're open to cross-canon/misfires/etc). Comment: a "missed connection" ad placed by your character. You can make it as specific or as open-ended as you want. Get creative. Make liberal use of Noodle Incidents.
2. Reply to any ads that are directed at your character. Or look like they might be directed at your character. Or can somehow be construed to indicate your character. (Just remember to respect people's stated limits.)
3. Thread your little hearts out.

Comments

Jiang Cheng | The Untamed (AU) | ota

[poisonous_frog]

You: Sashaying down the boulevard decked out for the pride parade downtown.

Me: I'm the idiot you winked at as I stared at you and then promptly walked into the streetlight because I was more than a bit dazzled.

I don't normally do these ads (and now I realize just how much of a cheesy pick-up it is-and it still is) but your makeup was impeccable and I never realized how much talent was needed to walk in pumps. Would really like to say hello over coffee and cheesecake if you're not lactose intolerant, or against caffeine.

[hasrefinedtaste]

You: The one probably with a black eye right now. Watch out for those streetlights.

Me: Decked out in make-up and killer heels.

I guess that goes for both of us then. I tend to ignore these things. Some of them can get a bit creepy, if you ask me. As for my make-up, it's always on point. Maybe you'll get to find out. Name a time and place, we'll have that coffee and cheesecake.

[poisonous_frog]

Too-Da-Loos, tomorrow, 3pm. If not tomorrow, then what works for you?

[hasrefinedtaste]

Never heard of it. Shouldn't be that hard to find. Though, we might have to push it to 4pm instead. The hour before I'm stuck in my big brother's class.

[poisonous_frog]

[Sends the address. Not too far off the main drag. ]

4 is fine. Class?

[hasrefinedtaste]

[ That really isn't as far as he thought. ]

Karate instructor. Da-ge is a pain, but supportive little brother.

[poisonous_frog]

Oh! Maybe I should save all my questions then for our encounter.

[ Date. Could he have said date? ]

4 pm it is then. See you tomorrow.

[hasrefinedtaste]

It'll be easier to answer the questions in person.

[ He could possibly get away with it, maybe. ]

See you there.

[poisonous_frog]

He should have gotten the man's name. So now Cheng was just seated in a corner on his own, his foot tapping a nervous beat as he waited. His eye wasn't too black from the connection with the metal pole but it was still a little tender. He was in a short-sleeve button-down and comfortable khakis, waiting for the other man to arrive. While he really couldn't put on makeup to save his life, he had just a bit of eyeliner on, knowing how to accent his eyes at least that much.

Now it was a waiting game to see if he'd been duped or not.

Re: Jiang Cheng | The Untamed (AU) | ota

[shui_xian]

Huaisang sat in the cafe, idly toying with his fan while watching the door. Though he went for more gender neutral clothing today and his natural hair, his make-up was still on point yet subtle. Maybe he should have worn something more feminine as he had been the other day?

The only reason he didn't bite his lip in nervous anticipation was that he'd left his lip gloss at home.

He remembered the encounter and it had be super sweet in its way. But he hadn't thought he'd made enough of an impression to warrant a missed connections post in the local lgbt+ group. There was no way he could have ignored it. And so here he was, watching the door and trying not to fidget too much and look sexy and alluring all at the same time.

[poisonous_frog]

It was his brother who egged him on. How was he ever going to find someone if he didn't put himself out there? So when this mortifying incident happened, Wei Ying wasn't letting it go. To placate his brother, he put the post on the board. And he had been floored that the mystery beauty responded. For a while, all his mind focused on were the fishnets and the rainbow crop top. Seriously, the way they wore clothes should be a criminal offense.

And he guiltily thought about being the cop that read them their rights.

He had arrived ridiculously early, pacing out of sight, waiting to see if the mystery person would show up and he did! Cheng didn't want to be the fool to sit there waiting for no one to show up. Now he needed to get in there and introduce himself. It was coffee and dessert. He shouldn't be expecting wedding vows and platitudes. Cheng took a deep breath, ran his fingers through his hair and walked in. He wasn't dressed particularly special; slacks and a leather belt, a lavender polo that was tucked in, his ace ring on his right hand and the only make-up skill he had managed to master under his sister's tutelage: purple eyeliner. He knew the purple popped the brown of his eyes out and used that to his advantage. So if there was a personality clash, at least he was pretty to look at?

Trying not to show his nerves, he zeroed in on the table where his mystery date was and smirked slightly as he headed over there. As he felt his nerves peaking, he almost tripped and stumbled a bit to catch his balance while his bangs fell in front of his face. "Ah, hi."

He swore he was fucking up already.

[shui_xian]

Oh. Oh, oh. He was even better than Huaisang had been able to register after their incredibly brief meeting. The eye liner was a stunning touch and the ring was just perfect. Huaisang was completely delighted.

And that smirk. Yes, he was very glad he took the chance and accepted the invitation.

"Hi," he greeted with a warm smile. He waited till the other was seated before holding out his hand in greeting. "Nie Huaisang," he offered by way of introduction.

[poisonous_frog]

"Jiang Cheng." His expression smoothed out into a warm smile as he shook the other's hand. Even close up, Nie Huaisang was just as stunning as from a distance.

"I -uh..." He had to place one hand on his knee to keep it from bouncing. "Actually don't do this as normal practice. It's not my forte to be this socially out there. But I'm glad I did. I missed the parade, unfortunately. My sister needed help. Did you see any of it?"

[shui_xian]

"Well that's a sweet thing to say. I'm glad you took the chance too," Huaisang said with a smile as he folded his arms on the table and leaned forward a bit. He didn't want to be too forward and scare the other man away but he also wanted to make it clear he was interested.

"Oh, that's too bad. I hope your sister is alright. I did see it. It was pretty good. Some of the floats were amazing. I have pictures if you want to see?" He reached for his phone.

[poisonous_frog]

"She is. My nephew was having a moment and A-Ling generally listens to me." The terrible two's were lasting two years too long. But at the offer to look at pictures, he scootches over closer, nodding.

"Sure! Better than nothing." It was going to be his first year going to one of these things and he knew his sister was beating herself up about calling him but really, he would have done it each and every time he was called. And besides, he could edge a little closer towards the handsome young man who went out of his way to see him. It was the least he could do.

[shui_xian]

"Little kids are great like that," he said with a grin. "Was this your first Pride?" Huaisang asked as he held the phone so they could both see the pictures. There was everything from mild to insane. Every possible way a person could express themselves was there.

"It's a little crazy this year. It feels like everyone is trying to make up for being kept at home last year. And I can only imagine what next year will be like when even more people are vaccinated. There's a few groups who are already designing their floats for the next parade. Or that's what I've heard. I really don't know for certain."

Dilandau Albatou | Escaflowne

[diabolical_adonis]

You: Watching your home burn to the ground, completely devastated. Inconsolable. (Did I see a tiny spark of fury in your eyes?)

Me: Young, handsome military genius piloting a red guymelef. Probably looked stunning in the inferno.

You look like you'd put up a good fight. Find me for revenge.

'Dr' Patricia Oleander | Outer Worlds

[sharpshooting_sawbones]

You: Going about your business working your job in the Aunt Cleo's lab in Roseway Gardens. My size.

Me: In need of a disguise, possessing skills in choking someone out, currently in possession of your wallet.

Sorry about that, dear, really just meant to take your coat. Meet you at the 17th Bar, and I'll hand it back?

[henchgal]

You'll be buying drinks for the night, as thanks. I'll be there somewhere around 9, maybe 9:30 depending on how bad my workday goes.

[sharpshooting_sawbones]

Oh that goes without saying, of course.
I also took the liberty of replacing your Thinking Cap-lets and Purpleberry Bunches, you were running low.
It's probably 5'o'clock on Monarch, I'll be here whenever you get here.

[henchgal]

Meredith doesn't know who she's looking for as she walks into the bar. She's set aside her pride and is leaning hard on her cane today, now that she's no longer at the lab. A woman in her late twenties, perhaps thirty at the far end, she seems tidy and trim, the sort of person who'd belong to that grey coat.

Of course, Patty probably knows who she's looking for, if she's rifled through the wallet.

[sharpshooting_sawbones]

Meredith probably could've taken a guess, considering that in the far corner- away from the wage slaves and scientists and guards all drowning their problems- there was some dangerous looking merc lady, not in corporate colours, reclining at a table. She had a bottle of Iceberg Whiskey already on the table, and gave Meredith a small gesture with her glass to signal her over.

"Hope you don't mind, I broke out the strong stuff first. And I hope you're not too sore from earlier, too, sorry about that whole nastiness, nothing to be done about it."

[henchgal]

"I'm not mad about the coat, especially since you're giving my wallet back. I'm mad about how much more work is going to land on my plate because of your antics. I'll probably be sleeping under my desk at least a few nights this week because it won't be worth the hour and a half commute out to my apartment and back for two hours sleep."

Nevermind that that's all sorts of horrible for her back and the rest of her mistreated joints.

"I hope whatever you were doing was worth that."

[sharpshooting_sawbones]

"Alright, then, business it is."

Patty slid the wallet back across the table.

"It will be. I know it's hard for you to see from where you're standing, with all the things you have to worry about. But one day, things won't be like this."

She glanced around the bar, trying to keep her voice down.

"You haven't considered quitting, have you?"

[henchgal]

"No, of course not. In my condition?" Meredith lets out a snort of bitter laughter, gesturing to her cane.

She pours herself some of the whiskey, taking a small hesitant sip, and then a larger gulp, sighing.

"I don't really have many options. Never have. I just need to make sure I'm not a burden to anyone and continue working to ensure I don't end up further in debt than I already am."