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[dr_conscience]

[ James Wilson is, by a rule, not generally the kind of person you would be inclined to call lucky. So it is that he winds up being cursed every now and again, and today is just one of those lucky days for him. He's made a few stops himself, sitting down and finding himself having a typical first-date conversation. (Almost luckily, he has a formula for such conversations.)

By now, a day of impromptu dating has worn on him and it's time to grab a bite to eat. As such, he has a sandwich, and he's seated at a small, inviting 2-person table, in a friendly cafe just off the square. Should anyone feel so inclined, they would be most welcome to join him. Really. He has no choice but to feel that way. ]



[ooc: As it says, open to anyone~ ]

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[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

[Sitting down opposite of him with a scowl.]

Hello.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[It really is inviting, Wilson. Chase should know, he's been doing the rounds in this place half the afternoon. So far, he has two dozen phone numbers. Only about six last names. And the next table is? Oh, hi.]

If we were having guests for dinner, would you cook or order in?

[synanthrope]

[She slides into the seat]

Hello, James.

[as_damaged]

[Passing through, Cameron is caught unawares by the curse and takes the seat across from him.]

Can I see your hand?

[the-dawnster.livejournal.com]

[Dawn sits down across from him, folding her arms together on the table and leaning in to eye his sandwich.]

What do you recommend?

[nosferotofu.livejournal.com]

Hi, Wilson.



Do you play any instruments? And if you do, what song would you play for someone on your first date?