Date Auction Meme

[withbite]

Feeling a bit down with the war looming ahead of you? What better way to raise some money for the cause than by bidding what you have on a lovely Bachelor or Bachelorette of your dreams?



1) Participants can either auction themselves or friends can sign them up for the auction!
2) Make sure to add a starting price!
3) Bidders can be anyone.
4) Please put the character's name and canon in the header.

Bidding ends... whenever. Dammit, this is Fairyland, Jim. Time has no hold here. The reward is dinner with whomever they bid on (or whatever else was agreed on). Multiple winners are allowed (because this is a meme, okay? Okay.)


Side note. This is FAKE money. No real money. Just RP pretend time money.

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Gendry | The Blacksmith Guy

[aliased]

He doesn't always smell so bad.
He can be nice, sometimes.
He's strong.
He glistens.
He's tall.
He's practically a prince.
And he knows to make swords.

[steeledskin]

[ in a helpful whisper: ] Arya. It's only fair you warn them of his scowling.

[ there's no use in auctioning off the blacksmith only to find someone clamouring for a refund when he pulls stupid faces through the first date. ]

[bullhorned]

There ain't no one who cares to buy me, see? You've wasted your time.

[steeledskin]

She didn't do it right.

[ as if that's the only reason why no one cares to buy a grumpy chip-on-his-shoulder mouthy blacksmith. ]

[bullhorned]

What's there to do right? She ought to have offered your lord brother instead. These folk know better than to waste coin on bastards.

[steeledskin]

Coins weren't numbered. A price wasn't named. [ she's going to ignore the fact that ser gendry dared mention her lord brother in this context -- somehow that is even more disarming than placing the knight upon the auction-block. ] None will know what to offer, now.

[ it's just good business sense. ]

[bullhorned]

And what ought the price be? A few coppers?

[steeledskin]

[ she doesn't say yes. she doesn't say no.

instead, she says: ] I believe the price ought to depend upon the...courtship. It's nature. [ because are they not auctioning off exactly that? courtship. paying suit. at least, that's how she understood the word date. and as ludicrous as it seems (for sansa) to pay for the privilege of having a suitor, she has quickly decided the cost should match the ardency of that suitor's court. ] Not only upon the -- not only upon you.

[ this is all dreadfully discomforting. ]

[bullhorned]

[He finds it just as absurd. He huffs irritably.]

A lot of bloody nonsense is all it is.

[steeledskin]

No -- now -- listen. Please.

[ she almost pleads for his patience. she never fares well with insistence or argument, and so when she wants to pose something in opposition she cloaks it almost like begging. ] The bidder ought to know what she bids upon. What is a date with Ser Gendry the Bull? What does it promise?

[ does it end in marriage? because a secure marriage with a good man might be worth well more than a few coppers. ]

[bullhorned]

[He grumbles, but he listens. He doesn't like this, but! Well, he's here. There's no getting around that.]

I don't know. I ain't ever been on no date. I figure I'd try and be decent, at least. I might wash myself up a bit, if I had the chance. [He clearly didn't today... or this past week.]

[steeledskin]

Might? What -- you cannot say for certain?

[ that sounds like something that should be a concrete plan at least. let sansa be the one to reverse-bid by shaving a few stags off the auction point she has in mind. ]

[bullhorned]

Well, I don't know when this date would be. Might be some day I have lots of work that needs doing. I ain't got the time to be having baths anytime I get the notion for it.

[steeledskin]

And by the end of the evening, your auction's victor will ask for her coins back in recompense. [ she doesn't mean to be cruel. she's trying to be helpful. ] Promise to be clean, at least.

[ because aiding him in fetching a few more bids might adequately mask the fact that she's still running the numbers in her head. ]

[thebreakingwave]

You too, hmm?

[bullhorned]

Not by my choice.

[thebreakingwave]

If it makes you feel any better, the general consensus is that I should pay someone thirty gold coins to endure me for the evening, rather than the other way around.

[bullhorned]

Better to just spend that money on some ale and spend your evening alone.

[thebreakingwave]

Agreed.

Although...

[ Harry looks around, shrugs and figures that if he's going to be a good sport and throw in thirty dang gold pieces, he might as well do something with it. ]

I'll put the thirty on you. How's that? Fair?

[bullhorned]

[Gendry is suddenly uncomfortable. This is not quite where he expected things to go.]

... does that mean I'd have to court you?

[thebreakingwave]

No. I'm not really the, er, courting sort. We could go, drink an ale, and bask in the warm glow of having donated our time and money for a good cause.

[bullhorned]

It don't seem that good of a cause. But if it let us be done with this...

[Well, he supposes that would be alright then.]

[thebreakingwave]

[ Harry nods once and holds out his hand to shake on it. ]

If you're not scooped up by some fine lady and I'm still in the hole for this damned thing, then it's thirty gold pieces and dinner at a pub.

[bullhorned]

[He takes the hand.]

Gods willing, that's all it will be.

[thebreakingwave]

And if we're lucky, and if people behave the way they usually do, wanting what other people have, some fine girl will come along and outbid me in an instant.

You'll have to get a bit more polished for that sort of thing, but I suppose it'd be worth it?