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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[fairyfoes]

[ Oh, she Knows That Look.

And absolutely, cheekily, pretends not to see it. Grins wider. ]

Wait, no. Twenty!

[scorchedchivalry]

[Why you little... If Saber didn't like you, Linn. Still, the gaunlet was thrown down, so Saber raised her head and let the weight of her gaze level on the girl.]

[thebreakingwave]

[ Harry helpfully counts out what he's brought along and slides it over to Linn. Hi, Saber. ]

[scorchedchivalry]

You will have an easier time running from Alyosha than me, Harry.

[thebreakingwave]

I trust Linn, don't you?

[scorchedchivalry]

That has nothing to do with it.

[thebreakingwave]

Just between the two of us, --[ he stage whispers ]-- I think she likes it all the more that you're giving her that Look. Keep it up.

[scorchedchivalry]

Is this supposed to be some kind of right of passage for young adults?

[Saber never experienced it, herself.]

[thebreakingwave]

Something like that. If it'll make you feel better, we can both sit back at Caer Scima on the front porch and scowl until they both come home.

[ Harry made an effort to do the normal(ish) teen things. He failed pretty miserably. ]

[scorchedchivalry]

At least you have no worry about Linnaea's virtue being in jeopardy.

[She gave a huff.] Perhaps I shall polish my sword.

[thebreakingwave]

Isn't that usually my line?

[ As soon as Harry says it, he turns the most amazing shade of red. ]

[scorchedchivalry]

[That just got Saber to turn her glare from Linn to look at Harry.]

Why would it be?

[thebreakingwave]

[ He holds his hands up in surrender. ]

Er, wizarding slang?

[scorchedchivalry]

Explain.

[fairyfoes]

[ Her mother had reared her under dragonlike gazes not dissimilar from this; she meets it, head on, undeterred. If anything, the obvious attention and warning only harden her resolve.

She winks. ]

If you desired the knight's time, you could always try to outbid me...

[scorchedchivalry]

I do not. [How improper!] And another has offered more than you already. I am not the one you are bidding against.

[Not directly, at least.]

[fairyfoes]

[ She crosses her arms, resolved. ]

Then I shall double their bid.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Oh, the glowering.]

Do you even have that much?

[Do teenage zombies have 200 to spend on armored brats?]

[fairyfoes]

[ She inclines her chin; now you've slighted her honour, Saber! ]

I'm no debtor. It can be had.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Just making sure Linn knew how much she was offering.]

And what are your intentions should you successfully outbid Lord El-Melloi II?

[fairyfoes]

I was hoping the knight might help me to improve my skills with a blade in turn for a feast. War's coming, and I know well enough that strong skill in magic alone won't keep us alive.

[scorchedchivalry]

Hmph. Very well.

If that is all.

[fairyfoes]

... And what did you suspect, if I may ask?

[scorchedchivalry]

I... I do not know.

[She furrowed her brow.]

I just felt the need to ask.

[wut are these paternal feelings?]

[fairyfoes]

Well... what is it you're feeling, to be glaring down all comers as you are? Anxious? Frustrated? Angry...?

It... doesn't seem like you, to not know something about yourself.