[open] lookin' for the love getaway.

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Who: Gilgamesh and everyone visiting Heaven's Feel!
When: 5/1—5/8
Where: Caissa, Heaven's Feel storefront
What: The grand opening of Heaven's Feel, Caissa's premier matchmaking service, has arrived! Stop by for food, drinks, and some friendly fun with your fellow Heroes! ...or maybe even pick up a date, who knows.
Rating: General audiences, except for Gil's threads because he was pretty much making out with everyone. Tread carefully.

Heaven's Feel



[Maybe you've heard, or maybe you haven't, but there's a new business in town. It's plastered everywhere, posted on the side of every building and shouted from the end of every street corner in Caissa. Heaven's Feel, Heaven's Feel, come fly with the angels at Heaven's Feel! Really, who writes something so cheesy? The owner must be a real piece of work, you think, yet there's something enticing about the sound of it...

If you do decide to stop by within the first week of May, you'll find a massive celebration awaiting you: the celebration of opening day! Eager workers wave down anyone who gets close, with offers of wine tasting, sweet treats, and even speed dating. The store's interior bustles with activity as visitors fill out cute little survey cards in hopes of a hook-up. The owner in question can be found mingling in the crowd, bartending, and drawing charcoal caricatures of couples for a nominal fee.

Overall, the atmosphere is one of excitement. Hop right in! There's plenty of room for lounging on the cushy furniture, and plenty of time to find your own hottie.

...or perfectly platonic friend. Look, we're not judging or anything.]

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[And this one doesn't even do the obedience thing. Much. The loyalty thing, very maybe, but possibly the only thing he's really got going for him is his ridiculously dogged tenacity -- it's a hard knock life when you get thrown into a different dimension before you've character developed enough desirable traits to count on the fingers of one hand. On the other hand, having skull thickness equivalent to approximately five brick walls also means it's debatable whether he'd die even if he were killed.

Said tenacity is currently being put to use giving Gilgamesh the evil eye. Usually, when Nora recognizes someone... it doesn't lead to great things. That's one of the things that's stayed true both here and at home.

Also what the fuck does dabble even mean, he almost asks. Instead:]

What about it? [because the question is kind of out of left field for him, but it sounds kind of like a challenge, so Nora automatically challenges back] Wasn't it something about findin' people who don't wanna be found?

[Like the snitch back home. He's on top of this.]

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Matchmaking.

[Urge to pummel intensifying. But while Gilgamesh was more than capable of putting him through both the door and the floor, he's got a better idea. An idea that will set an example for everyone else around them, and surely teach this mongrel a lesson at the same time that he won't soon forget.

Gilgamesh smirks. It's the sign of the devil.]

We are going on a date. Right now.

[You heard him correctly, Nora. This just got flipped around on you.]

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...... Hah?

[Frankly, if Gilgamesh had put him through the door, the floor and the next building over it would have had less of an impact. At this point Nora's just staring at him with his mouth open and his head tilted a handy 75 degrees -- he hasn't even processed the matchmaking part of the equation, the rest is going to need either a hard knock upside the head or a good deal more food.

And honestly, he almost had it too: where he'd seen this guy before, that is.

Too late: instead, his gears are spinning uselessly now in an entirely different direction. Mostly because Gilgamesh literally what are you doing.]

A what. [so he reacts as best he knows how to things he doesn't understand -- by snapping directly to a fighting stance and backing up a couple steps; to be fair this is also the only type of 'date' he's been on] I dunno what you're trying to pull, but I ain't falling for it!

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You are.

[And you are getting dragged, quite literally, to the nearest table despite your most ardent protests, Nora. A table that's been specifically set up for one purpose: speed dating. There's a clock and some sheets of paper and two seats waiting for the both of you, romantic candlelight free of charge.

If you happen to resist too fiercely, then yes, you will find yourself put through the door. But Gilgamesh was willing to grant the benefit of the doubt that he'd make the reasonable decision and play along with him long enough for him to be humiliated in front of everyone.

Quite a few people are watching. Just what was the boss doing with this ruffian?]

Ask a question from your paper. I will answer, and then ask one from mine. Five minute limit.

[All the questions are lovey-dovey stuff... this may not go so well.]

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I'm-- Hey-- What do you mean by-- LISTEN TO PEOPLE WHEN THEY'RE TALKING!!

[There is so much protesting going on, but Nora's taken by surprise when a literal attack doesn't come (what was he expecting....) -- and the press of the crowd once Gilgamesh drags him far enough (far from the food: a tragedy in three acts) is such that he doesn't have room to maneuver as he'd like. Ergo, he stays mostly off-balance and verbally pissy all the way to the table, but he doesn't actually flip the table.

That's probably about the extent of the reasonable you're going to get from this guy; he's not one to care very much for the eyes of others, usually, so the judgmental looks roll off his back like water off a duck. Or off a winged dog, as it were.

He picks up the paper automatically, holding it like it's going to explode, only to throw it back down the minute he lays eyes on it.]

'Have you ever questioned the existence of love'-- [he says it in a slightly higher voice, a bit mocking] --the hell kind of game is this?!

[The only reason he even looked at all was probably the time limit. Time limits are the devil.]

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[Surprisingly, however, Gilgamesh appears willing to play along with Nora's show of attitude... probably because he finds the questions more than a little ridiculous himself. He pitches him a small grin, leans back and folds one leg over the other as he gets comfortable in his seat.]

I cannot say that I have. Matters of love hardly factor into my day-to-day thinking.

[For the most part, anyway. Gilgamesh glances down at his own sheet, and...]

"What is your number one romantic fantasy?"

[...oh, gods. This should be good.]

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Who thinks about 'matters of love', anyway, besides Her Hamface Highness--

[Grumble, grumble, grumble. When you get right down to it, Satan probably either messed up his ideas of romantic love six ways from Sunday with her ridiculous ways -- or did it on purpose for kicks. You can't put anything past a demonic ruler.

Nora's alternating his narrow watching of both Gilgamesh and the paper on the table, still holding himself like he's expecting an attack of some kind the more pleasant his companion seems to get; but he isn't trying to run away, because there's something about the clock ticking on the table and the smug cat across from him that screams challenge--]

Fantasy, you say? It's not a fantasy if I'm gonna make it come true! I'm gonna kick that stupid human back home from here to the next dimension over!! I'm gonna make him cry and beg for mercy someday!

[... he may have conveniently skipped over the 'romantic' part entirely in his enthusiasm. It's nice to have ambitions.]