((Collaboration post between Wraithblade and Letter Bee))

Priscilla walked into the diner, having arranged this match-up with one Damien Varomere using Correspondence. Clothed in her hiker's outfit, the americanized Native American had groomed herself so that her looks for today were something she can be proud of, and it seemed like she succeeded. For all eyes turned towards the woman as she walked in, her hair free and hanging loosely as a sign of purity and virginity.

She would then find herself next to the young man with the rolled-up Occult Digest. Turning her head slightly, she would say, "Are you [Insert Internet Name Here]? If so, I'm your date."

Damien turned at the sound of his screenname to see a far more attractive vision than he had honestly expected. It momentarily caught him offguard and he blinked at her, giving himself away. "I uh... yeah I'm that guy. I mean, Yes, that's me. So you must be Priscilla?" He smiled. "I'm glad to finally meet you."

"Likewise," Priscilla introduced herself. "Anyway, first things first. Nothing beyond talking, eating and drinking, and an occassional kiss. I do not do pre-marital canoodling; the honor of the Episcopalian Church's priesthood depends on it." She would then wait for Damien to guide her to a nearby table. "So, your interests say you have a fondness for 'The Occult'? Don't worry, I won't judge you on that." She smiled, before looking at him and finishing, "you know, you really are handsome."

Oh no... She never mentioned going into the priesthood. Damien could not believe this. But he smiled again, maybe bigger this time. Oh, heh heh. You don't have to worry about me. I promise not to take it too far. Besides, I uh... I also invited my new boss."

That was a lie. David had invited Damien. "I don't see him yet. We'll get some food. Are you huungry?"

"Yes, but I can pay half," Priscilla said. "I'm not going to depend on you for everything."