Blind Date! Vidya & Dakila

Blind Valentine 

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Thank you for participating in our Valentine's Day event.

Please assume that your character has either already arrived or is being escorted to their table where they will meet their date. After introductions, servers will periodically arrive to describe the shared appetizer, main course, and shared dessert as they are served. Thread progression is up to the players/characters involved. You are in control of when the server arrives to describe each course.

Remember, this entire thread takes place in the dark.

If things go well, let a server know. They'll escort your characters outside together where there will finally be enough light to see each other for the first time. If things go... not so well, your character can request to be escorted out separately and you'll never have to "see" them again.

Meet your date!


@Dakila Tomas & @Vidya Jain


Baked stuffed brie, with cranberries and walnuts, and tarragon crackers

Main course:
Pork Chops with Fig and Grape Agrodolce , with radicchio salad and a mustard vinaigrette

Lemon Cake with Crackly Caramel Glaze and Lime-Yogurt Mousse

Bon Appétit!



This had not been Vidya's idea. Not at all! The girls at her salon had worked behind her back to get her signed up for this, and really she should have seen the signs. One had asked randomly at lunch one day if she had food allergies, and another had asked about her past dating life and the men she had been with when they went out for wine one night. By the time she was told about the event, it was too late to withdraw. And really! She would feel absolutely horrible if she just bailed and stood up whoever it was she was supposed to meet.

The idea of it being completely blind was nerve-wracking. The cat did well in the dark, but that was usually with some sort of moonlight. Completely pitch black was an entirely new story. It brought up a lot of issues even before the date. For instance; what do you were to a date where the entire premise is your date didn't see you? She couldn't very well look too casual, but overdressing would be a nightmare. She had FaceTimed Asha to lament about an outfit, but she had ultimately found one. Something nice and festive, but not too flashy. Maybe she would end up seeing the man? She had a feeling they might turn on the lights at the end, or something? She didn't know, and that was the issue!

Another problem was the unknown. Who would it be? Or, more importantly what would it be? There were no species restrictions, of course, because no one would out themselves like that. So she could very well be walking into a pitch black room to meet a vampire. Not that she thought all vampires were evil murderers, but the cat would not have one bit of that. She would have to bail and come up with a reason for it, and waste all of her friends' money that went into getting her to do this! There was a lot to be nervous about, and nothing she could really do about it aside from look for the best in it. Maybe it would be fun! Maybe she would meet somebody really kind. She wasn't entirely sold on meeting anyone serious, but maybe a good friend? Plus, there was good food to look forward to. Not that she would be able to see it.

So it was with all of that in mind that she arrived, clutching a small white purse and biting at her lip as she entered. She spoke her name to a hostess and informed them that she was here for the blind date event. With that, she was whisked away, and lead into a back room. As she entered, the cat shifted uncomfortably in its metaphysical space. It was completely, entirely dark. Not even enough light to see more than general outlines, but even those were blurred and muddied. There was a very glaring sensation here, one that she recognized almost immediately as the presence of someone like her. The cat roo'd and rumbled, alerted by the other predator that it was incapable of seeing. It was a good thing it was too dark to see that her eyes had flashed a vibrant yellow. She was grabbed by hands of someone that she could not see, and escorted forward. Instructed to feel for the chair before her, her fingers brushed elaborate wood, and she maneuvered to sit. It was then that she managed to release the breath she was holding, and take in a new one. With it, came a very distinct smell. Canine.

Okay. So, at least it was not a vampire. But couldn't it have been a human? The cat was pacing, frustrated with the idea of being blinded, incapable of even seeing the human form of this fellow creature. Vidya took in another steadying breath, and squinted across from her through the darkness. It was in vain. Well, here went nothing. "Hello?" She questioned into the great abyss.


Dakila had arrived first, escorted to an empty, dark room, feeling unexpectedly claustrophobic for it--and grateful for the few minutes to really settle the wolf without an audience, seen or unseen. But the promise of food kept the beast from anything more than quiet unease--especially since they both knew there was a lot more in the world worth being afraid of than the dark could ever hope to be.

For what it was worth, he'd been drawn to the event by the charity aspect of it. Money spent on a high-end meal, going towards a worthy cause... it lined up most of his stronger convictions these days. It wasn't really about the date aspect of it, though he wouldn't deny too hard the fact that he was lonelier these days than he was happy with. Work was what he was married to, but when that was all he was doing, he felt the distinct pang of something missing.

Maybe it was less about losing the girlfriend and more about losing his cat, but that was the sort of mystery he didn't dwell on for long.

Still, he sat there, waiting, feeling silly being seated before his companion of the evening arrived. Normally upon entrance he would have stood and waited for her to sit before he sat, but it was all a pointless gesture when there was no seeing and little autonomy in moving around. They'd been seated by people who didn't rely on sight for a reason, and so here they would stay... until further notice.

Perking at the scent of her, it was unexpected. He'd know it was possible of course, but what were the odds that he'd be lined up with another were? It seemed he had been, though. A feline of... indistinct flavor. Not cheetah, which he knew from the pack's association with Belle Vista. Something... heavier.

Yanked from his pointless pondering by her voice, he sat up a little straighter and tried to ward off the awkwardness that this inherently produced.

"Hey, sorry. Didn't mean to make you go first. This is... weirder than I was anticipating."

Though it did make him more grateful that he could smell and hear better than you average human. A leg-up on an otherwise dark world.

She knew he was there, but still his voice so near to her but without a source was startling. Vidya jumped some, and straighten out, furrowing her brow to stare into the darkness. He sounded... nice? Not young, at least. But not old, either. Maybe she would ask at some point. "It's okay, I ran a little late." She said sheepishly. "Yeah, it's... different. To be honest my friends put me up to this." She thought it might be best to lay that out quickly, so he didn't go too hot and heavy with any of this. She did try for a small laugh, and moved to clasp her hands together in front of her. Her knuckle brushed a plate, and she gasped at the noise it made against her ring. How was she going to eat??

"Um, I'm Vidya." She offered. Lets try and make this as least awkward as they could, please.

One thing he really disliked about were-life was being able to hear hearbeats. It wasn't as loud as some things, but being able to hear them at all--a constant thrum in a world of people--was just odd. It was more pronounced in the dark, and he felt badly for startling her.

Not put off by her being here after being volunteered by friends, he did wonder what percentage of people were in that same boat. It was an odd concept--not off-putting but certainly not the first choice of your average date-goer. He chuckled faintly and found the edge of a utensil with his fingers on the table to touch something and keep himself grounded.

Thankfully, it didn't seem this place was fancy enough for actual silver or something that unexpectedly horrifying.

She had a distinct accent and he was admittedly intrigued already. The name certainly painted a sort of picture and he felt a little glimmer of frustration again at not being able to see. It was just... wrong. "Dakila," he offered in turn, glad she was willing to disclose names early and not perpetuate too much in the way of mystery. "Here of my own accord, mostly because I thought it sounded interesting."

Dakila was a unique name. He had come on his own, and she could agree she was a little intrigued when her work friends had been selling the idea to her. The donation part made it easier to justify, and something that had kept her from bailing. "Well, it's certainly that. Where's that from? Your name." It was then that the sound of someone approaching through the darkness drew her focus, and Vidya straightened as a server asked for their drink orders. "Red Sangria, please. And water." Best not to come across as too eager to make this more bearable with alcohol. It would take a lot more than one glass to do anything, anyway.

Pausing in his answer, while normally he would have been fine with water at a place like this, not too fussed about needing anything fancy since it wasn't really his element, with Vidya deciding to go for it, he figured... what the hell. "Same, actually, thank you," he said to the server, continuing to be somewhat amazed at this whole set up that felt... fake for all he couldn't see it.

Still, as the waiter moved off, he drew back to the question, somewhat mentally equating this to texting a stranger. Slight disconnect, but still a person.

"My family is from the Philippines," he decided was the quickest way to explain his heritage, in spite of his stark lack of any identifiable accent. "What about you?" He had his guesses that he was pretty confident on, but it was always better to ask.

It was comforting that he ordered the same as her, and she smiled to herself. After the footsteps receded, Dakila spoke up again. The Philippines! She wouldn't have guessed. "India. Punjab, specifically." As if it wasn't obvious! She chuckled briefly at that thought. "I moved to New York at eighteen, and here a few years ago." That was always the next question asked, so she expedited the process there. "What do you do for work?" Small talk! She was a master at small talk. It was half of what she did for her job. Really, conversation was one of the most important parts of being a hair dresser. If you didn't make a connection with your clients, they wouldn't come back. Sometimes it didn't even matter what their hair looked like. She had a few clients she had royally messed up on, but they'd stayed loyal and let her try again.

He wondered a bit about what she looked like as he answer came across the table. He tried not to assume, not wanting to be shallow about this, but he had to admit privately to himself that he didn't realize how much he relied on sight and whatnot until it was gone. She sounded pretty--or maybe friendly was the better word--anyway.

She was more of a transplant than he was. Though he'd spent some formative years in the islands, he had been born a citizen of the US. Made him wonder what had brought her here, but they had an evening ahead of them so he sat on that question instead of interrupting hers.

"I'm a detective with the police department. Actually moved up here from Mississippi about a year ago myself--transferred in. What brought you here?"

Well, that was surprising! He hadn't sounded like a police officer. As if police officers had a certain sound. But maybe... he had just been very nice and easy to talk to, which she guessed was most good cops. This was just very weird to make first impressions based on sound alone. And, in her case, scent and general species. "Oh! That's exciting." She commented. "I went to cosmetology school in New York, and I moved down here to open my own salon." And get away from the vampire drama, and live easier as a were, but that was besides the point.

They drinks arrived then, and with it came the waiter announcing that their appetizers were being served for them. Brie and cranberries with walnuts and crackers! Vidya sat up a bit straighter as the sound of the glass clinked mutedly against the table top. Give her food, yes please. That sounded so delicious, and the cat was rooing excitedly about eating. "Thank you." She said to the unknown waiter, and would start the process of feeling around her plate. She found the brie first, and blindly worked to carefully pull it open.

Dakila made a brief noise of sincere interest, intrigued by the sorts of lifestyles he would have never considered for himself, but any further inquiry was interrupted by footsteps, drinks, and food.

The later of which carrying a scent with it that made him realize he was incredibly more hungry than he'd realized. Anticipation and kind nerves had drowned out a lot of the usual grating hunger, the promise of good food later going a good, long way. But now that it was before them, there was little hesitation.

Echoing his own thanks, he reached to find a cracker first--only managing to touch the cheese once and finding it quite warm--and got the herb-laden cracker between his fingers. Brought it up for a short sniff, not really sure what tarragon was, but found it pleasant and appealing.

"Smells fantastic," he commented, deciding this was a job for a butter knife, which he found on the left side of his plate after a moment.

”I’ve definitely never eaten blind before.” She giggled as she worked on opening the Brie. Not so sure if it was enough to get to the melted part, she would feel around for a cracker. She found one, but heard the sound of some shifting off of her plate. ”Ah!” The jaguar roo’d and suggested just dunking her face down to munch full on at the plate. She’d never!

Cracker in hand, she went into the expedition of scooping around for any cheese. Luckily, she felt some weight on the cracker, and trusted herself to bring to to her mouth. Crunch. There was definitely cheese left on her mouth. She chewed for a bit, but when she swallowed, she supposed it was time to ask The Question.

”And are you part of... the pack?” In Cedar Creek. Or maybe the coyotes in Larkspur, but she wasn’t sure if they still existed.

It was a bit of an awkward fumble, but it was easier to not be too conscious of that fact when he knew she was suffering the same--and they couldn't see each other anyhow. Chances were he'd be walking out of here with food on his shirt, but he promised himself right then and there that he'd just laugh about it. Life had too many real things to worry about than to get worked up over dumb shit like that.

Then, the inevitable question came. In the dark, with someone else like him, he found it difficult to worry too much. "I am," he affirmed. "I suppose it was inevitable--I was working in Cedar Creek for a while there."

Ate a little more, then admitted, "I'm afraid I can't really identify you easily enough to make any assumptions." She had a familiar note to her scent outside of feline, but he couldn't place it.

Okay, so a wolf! She grinned at that, enjoying the idea of an actual were-wolf. She wondered if it looked like in all of the movies when he hybrid-shifted. She wasn't so sure he was capable of that, but it was a fun image nonetheless. "Convenient!" She said. It was pretty much that easy for her, as well. In the fact that he bumped into someone that knew Asha well.

"Jaguar." She said with a hum, "We are working on getting a group together." Almost done! She wasn't going to think about that night at Charlie's though. Not fun. Well, half fun, but ended very poorly. "How long's it been for you?' Always the next question.

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