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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Comments

[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.

[thebreakingwave]

...right. Well, er. It's, ah. Generally. The thing is.

[ He's going to die. Again. ]

It's a euphemism for what young men do when they are not on dates.

[ Dying. Forever dying. Alone. Will someone remember his tragic death? ]

[scorchedchivalry]

[It took her a moment, thinking back to her days as a squire to her 'brother', Kay. And then she got it. Unlike Harry, there is no change in her expression which may be even more disturbing.]

Ah. I have no need to engage in such acts given I have a lady, Harry. Though, if the thought of my son and your lady together causes such stimulus in you, I suggest being more open with the Lady Linnaea regarding your intentions toward her.

And keep in mind that if you intend on putting such a soiled hand upon my son, I may have to remove it.

[thebreakingwave]

It's ...not that I....

[ He makes a truly pitiable sound and scrubs at his face. ]

I was joking. I wouldn't, you know. She's not 'my lady'. She's my friend and I am going to go find a very deep hole and hide in it until this evening is over. You're welcome to follow along and fill it in after me?

[scorchedchivalry]

[And then there's a smirk on Saber's face. Sometimes being serious was the best way to troll someone.]

I am reasonably certain you can fill it yourself.

[thebreakingwave]

Oh, I know, I can, but before I do, I'm likely to dig myself deeper.

[ He shrugs. That's just how it goes. ]

Unless, you know of a reclusive order of eternally chaste monks that have removed themselves from the world? I could do that instead. It's good to have options.

[scorchedchivalry]

I could send runners out to find them. Though they may be located in Troichean Beinn.

[thebreakingwave]

That's very kind of you, Saber. I really, truly appreciate it.

[ So much deadpan. ]

No, why don't you tell me why there's no one bidding for the privilege of an evening with you? We both know you're good company.

[scorchedchivalry]

I do not think anyone will appreciate this building being set on fire. Or the level of debt that would be incurred.

[thebreakingwave]

You do know how to throw a party.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber just chuckled at that.]