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[b]Location:[/b] Main Room
[b]Interacting with:[/b] One Another

[sub]Collab With [@Fabricant451][/sub][hr][hr]

The request from the overly eager butler or...whatever it was that he did was to 'freshen up', but as Veronica entered her room the last thing on her mind was 'freshening up'. What did that even mean? She had bathed. Granted that was before she went on a boat ride and hung out on a beach with a bunch of strangers, but it had to count for something. Her mother had bought her a really nice blue dress, but Veronica wasn't about to get dolled up for people she wasn't trying to impress. Old habits and opinions never seem to die, and that included Veronica's belief that potential suitors had to accept her as she is rather than trying to doll her up like some sort of trophy.

She'd never be the trophy wife. But she'd be a memorable one. 

The room where she would be staying for the duration of this trip was much more aesthetically pleasing than the small room she was renting back home. This room had a fireplace. And a nice television. And the bed looked neat and comfortable instead of old, ratty, and on the verge of having springs poke through. Rather than freshen up, Veronica did what any mature individual would do and jumped onto the bed face first. There was a soft squeaking of springs but other than that it held up and was even more comfortable than it looked. How many of the people here would be testing the comfortability with one another was a thought that entered Veronica's mind and those sorts of thoughts brought a wide grin to her lips. 


Elsewhere, David Sandoval gave his assigned room a once over. He appreciated that it was right on the beach which meant a rather amazing view - he hoped he was able to see the sunset from the room as that would be a sight to see without a doubt. But he was less impressed than Veronica; this wasn't his first upscale fancy hotel room, attending seminars and conventions for those in the medical care profession came with certain amenities. Once the tour of the room was completed, David looked into his luggage for an appropriate outfit. He would be meeting potential interested parties and looking less than impeccable was simply out of the question. Despite being on a beach, David opted for the comfortable formal. A black collared button-up shirt, navy slacks, and black shoes. He even put on golden cuff links - if nothing else it could be a point of conversation. 

After checking in the mirror and looking appropriate in his mind, he wasted little time in making his way to the main room where the first round would be taking place. Whether he arrived early or not didn't phase him, but judging by the lack of people he assumed he was among the first arrivals. Naturally he took a seat and waited until Wadsworth intervened and shuffled him to his first assigned seat; by this point other had trickled in and taken their places as well. Yet across the table from him there sat no one. 

Veronica Bryant wasn't late, per se, but she had momentarily dozed off after her bed jumping escapades. When she woke up and noted the time all she could do was curse under her breath and hastily change her clothes. She changed from a blue graphic tee and denim shorts to a [i]pink[/i] tee and the same denim shorts. And sandals, because this was a beach resort and who wore nice shoes on the sand? By the time she arrived in the main hall, the bell was about to be rung. Glancing around, Veronica wondered if she was under dressed and shook her head. She wasn't under dressed. Everyone else was over dressed. Simple. 

Her seat was opposite someone with a freshly shaven face and an outfit that screamed 'trying too hard', but Veronica kept that little bit to herself. 

David let out a silent sigh when Veronica sat opposite him. The woman's casual, uncaring outfit was not a good sign as far as compatibility went, but the point was to give everyone a chance. And what was fifteen minutes anyway? 

DING

[color=thistle]"Sup? I'm Veronica, and I think speed dating is kind of stupid but I guess everyone here's all kinds of desperate so I don't feel bad at all."[/color] Veronica spoke first with a heavy dose of cynicsm and sarcasm to make her personality apparent. 

[color=sienna]"Well, that's your opinion I suppose,"[/color] David responded with a very uncomfortable chuckle. Fifteen minutes was looking longer and longer. [color=sienna]"My name is David and I wouldn't say I'm desperate. I just...I just got out of a relationship and it's about time to get back on the horse, as they say."[/color]

[color=thistle]"They do say that, but I'm not sure they meant 'travel to a different country' when they came up with it. Most of the time I assume they mean like...a bar or something. Sorry about your relationship ending. I'd say I understand but honestly? I don't. Good for you for getting back out there I guess."[/color]

[color=sienna]"Thank you...I think?"[/color] Silence followed for a beat as both Veronica and David slowly realized that things were not going well from the jump. [color=sienna]"So...Veronica, what do you do to earn a living?"[/color]

[color=thistle]"I'm a cartoonist."[/color] 

[color=sienna]"Cartoonist? Like animation? On Nickelodeon or something?"[/color] 

Veronica snorted as she laughed at the idea, all but dismissing it with a wave of her hand. [color=thistle]"No, no, I write a comic strip for newspapers. You can find it under the Classic Peanuts but before the Beetle Bailey."[/color] 

[color=sienna]"Well that's...interesting,"[/color] David was not subtle in showing how uninteresting he truly found it. [color=sienna]"I didn't know newspapers still had a comics section unless it was for political doodles."[/color]

[color=thistle]"Yeah, they also have obituaries and classifieds and, oh, entertainment. Lots of things in a newspaper."[/color] Veronica was having a laugh with her sarcastic tone but it seemed to be lost on David who assumed Veronica was looking down at him, making fun. At least someone was having it. Fun.

[color=sienna]"I'm familiar with a newspaper."[/color]

[color=thistle]"Obviously not if you don't know about the comics section. That's like saying you're familiar with Shakespeare and not knowing about A Tale of Two Cities."[/color] 

[color=sienna]"Shakespeare didn't write A Tale of Two Cities. That was Charles Dickens. They were born centuries apart."[/color]

[color=thistle]"Well, I bet you feel all smart now, right? You must be a teacher or something."[/color] Veronica was audibly upset that her strange little metaphor had been stomped on. It hadn't exactly been going anywhere, but then Veronica wasn't familiar with old literature anyway. 

[color=sienna]"I'm a doctor, actually. A veterinarian. But the author of A Tale of Two Cities is common knowledge even to vets."[/color] There was a bit of metaphorical sand kicking going on with David; he had already checked out of this round anyway, what did he care?

[color=thistle]"Oh, so you're not really a doctor. But I guess you open with that because every mom tells their daughters to marry doctors. Dentists are more of a doctor than veterinarians. People only ever go to the vet when their dumb dog swallows a LEGO or something."[/color] Veronica was willing to throw just as much sand back at David, but unlike David she was unable to be subtle about it in her digs. 

[color=sienna]"You're grossly misrepresenting the field."[/color]

[color=thistle]"I don't think I am. Just because I've down storyboards and flip books doesn't make me an animator. Don't start off with 'Oh I'm a doctor',"[/color] Veronica put on a mocking haughty tone, ostensibly to emulate David, [color=thistle]"And then quickly say you're a veterinarian. It gives people the wrong idea, because you know they're gonna ask what field. It makes you seem like you're embarrassed by what you do"[/color]

[color=sienna]"And you got your degree in social psychology where exactly?"[/color] 

[color=thistle]"Probably the same place you got your fake doctorate. I hang out in singles bars and clubs on a regular basis, man, for my comic strip. I know people, and I know you're trying to score points with the whole doctor thing. Own what you do. You and I both know that most people just toss out the comics in the newspaper but I own the fact that I draw dumb four panel strips every day. That's probably why you got dumped, David."[/color] 

David didn't respond to the matter of being dumped, and the grossly incorrect remark by Veronica would remain unchallenged for the simple fact that David didn't want to be reminded of the accident, didn't want to bring it up, and didn't want to garner false sympathy. He didn't come here to be the sad person with the deceased wife, but to be the David Sandoval that he was back in his younger, pre-veterinarian days. But his first pairing was making that incredibly difficult.

Fortunately for both parties, the sound signaling the end of the fifteen minutes had chimed and David could not have been out of the seat faster, with hardly any word of departure aimed at Veronica. 

Veronica simply shrugged her shoulders and wrote David's name down not at the bottom of the list, but hovering somewhere in the middle. It was hard to say where he would end up in the end, but somehow Veronica got the hunch that the two of them would only see each other in passing, and even then one of them would pretend not to notice the other.

If nothing else, things had to get better from here, surely.[/center]