[IC] TAP - A Romantic Vacation [High-Casual]

[MissCapnCrunch]

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_{Miss Mills has found her match! A diamond in the rough. Or more like an opal in the ice cream.}

When the young woman began to approach the side of her table, she glistened in excitement. Oh how wonderful it must be that Naoko had found her match. It wasn't until the very moment that Naoko was directly near her, extending her hand that Barbara was aware just how wonderful it was. Placing her hand gently in Naoko's she smiled as looked up into her doe like eyes. "It appears so." she gushed, she couldn't help but keep the smile of hers from showing a toothy grin.

Using her free hand she pressed at the edge of her glasses to press them up against the bridge of her nose. "Should we uh, should we hug?" she questioned while getting up from the table. She dropped her hand before wrapping her arms around Naoko's petite frame. They were both small, but it was clear that the dancer had been more active and toned. Babs closed her eyes for only a moment as she held her match. She hoped this TAP program wasn't a crock, and she wasn't making an entire fool of herself.

She stepped back slightly from the hug, exchanging a smile. "Sorry." she admitted, feeling a little bit silly for being so forward. "If you'd like to go back to your seat you can, or if you'd like we can go somewhere alone for a bit."

[eclecticwitch]

Location: Table at the Ballroom at the Plaza

Interactions:EVERYONE

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There came the warmth of a hand at her back as he clutched the chair's back and leaned slightly over her. His shadow fell over her face as she looked up at the man she had only ever seen on screen. For a moment she was stunned. Noemi had never considered herself to be the sort to become star struck, but it felt as if her lips had become numb and her tongue jelly. For a long moment, she just peered up at the man as if a deer in the headlights. Slowly a smile formed over her mouth and brightened her eyes as her usual jovial demeanor took over.

"I know who you are," she said politely, though there was a slight shiver of fan excitement in her voice. She hated herself for it. He was sure to have heard that shiver a hundred times over and hoped it would not cause him to dismiss her as some sort of airhead. Well, that wasn't to say she wasn't a bit of an airhead. But she was a clever and learned girl, there was just a certain something about meeting a person in real life you would never expect to meet but had seen multiple times regardless. Fame proceeded him but that was not her main interest. Just a slight hurdle she had to overcome. Like when you opened the contents of someone's stomach.

"Noemi Wayward, such a great pleasure to meet you." Her shimmering smile became more natural and less forced as the moments ticked on. She had to remind herself that this wasn't Jerry Peters. It was Lee. She breathed in deeply as she turned her attention to the people beside her. "I think sitting together would be easiest if there was a general rearrangement," she stated most matter-of-factly. Noemi leaned a bit forward and said, over the conversations of multiple other tables, "All in favor of shifting our spots so that we can converse with our new found partners, just get up and play a game of musical chairs! Grab your name tag, probably easier for the servers!" Her light, feminine voice carried well over the others and she moved to stand.

There was an awkward moment where Noemi stood and her small frame was trapped under the unsuspecting actor. She was tiny and so even standing she did not come up far enough to cause damage. It did cause her to be close enough for him to smell the sandalwood perfume in her hair. She tilted her face up, finding herself inches from Lee. At first, she flushed, embarrassed and then a mischevious grin took hold over her features as she pecked his cheek with a chaste kiss. Noemi ducked out from beneath him, grabbed her name card, and moved toward where he had been sitting.

[KatKook]

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"Basically, it's a prom."

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Location: Ballroom at The Plaza

Interaction: Barbara

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The sudden hug had caught Naoko by surprise, and since this was Naoko her reaction was to immediately back off a bit since she started blushing like crazy and her reply ended up being a stuttering mess, "H-How about the uhh... The... You know, the b-balcony? O-Or, Uhm, we could... We could just, go to the bar or something, I don't know." Said Naoko, she was now stood up all weird, but still formal enough for the atmosphere due to her Japanese heritage and her understanding of respect. She looked the one up and down before holding her hand out for her again, but this time Naoko was more shaky and flimsy with her posture which was very prominent on her hands.

Naoko continuously yelled at herself on the inside to not screw this up, this is the chance to stop this dating hiatus that has been ongoing in her life since she moved to New York. Tiffany always said that she would love to see Naoko happy again in terms of relationships. But as of this moment, Naoko could feel her chest warm up from some fuzzy feeling forming inside her, was it her courage mustering up so she could speak like a normal person? Maybe. She then got deep in her thoughts for a second, and she remember one crucial thing about her that she needed to get out there. "Or maybe, a dance? That's kinda my specialty after all." Naoko added as she jerked her head towards the dance floor so that they can share a dance together, but being that she just met Barbara, she just reinstated the original plan of "Or we really could just stick with the bar or the balcony. " She wouldn't want to make herself look like a complete idiot.

When Noemi spoke up, Naoko just pointed away from the table and quickly said "We're going somewhere else, just leave us two chairs next to each other yeah?" She hoped they would follow this wish of hers.

[Kyrisse]

Plaza Ballroom
Interaction: Noemi

Noemi was right. Lee did indeed hear that shiver of excitement in her voice. It was all too familiar to him especially after his latest Tragic Romantic movie "Forever" hit the big screen. Doing his role justice actually made some of his fans call him Jerry Peters instead of his real name and it was an understatement to say that the amount of excitement he was met with was overwhelming. It amused him and at the same time endeared his fans to him. Some, of course, were too much. And those fans, he generally stayed away from or at least tried his best to be polite to. Noemi, on the other hand, he found really cute. Though at the same time, it made him a little wary, the familiar worry surfacing. Sometimes the girls that knew him and approached him liked the idea of being with an actor instead of actually being with him. His exes were almost all the same. Would being paired through this project make it any different? Or would she be like any other girls he had crossed paths with? The same questions he'd been asking himself played again in his mind.

Wait. No matter what happens between the two of us, this is a vacation I fully intend to enjoy, he reminded himself.

Relaxing and pushing the thoughts out of his head, he focused his attention back on the woman he'd be spending a lot of time with on this trip. "Noemi Wayward," he repeated her name both to acknowledge her introduction and to commit it to memory. The name suited her. A pretty name for a pretty lady. When she seemed to agree to his suggestion, he watched her take charge and announce it to the rest of the table's occupants.

And then a whiff of her perfume.

He wasn't expecting her to stand up so abruptly that he had no time to straighten up or to step back. And by not being able to, he found himself a few inches away from her. Being in close quarters, he saw her face flush and an embarrassed look cross her face. Not wanting it to turn awkward, he moved to step back but not before Noemi pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. Pleasantly surprised, he watched her grab her name card and walked to where his seat was.

Grinning, he followed after her. She's definitely gotten him curious about her.

[alexfangtalon]

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Micky

^{Interacting with: Gaia (@ineffable)}

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Micky chuckled a little. He stood up taking Gaia's hand in his. "To be honest I'm a little outta my comfort zone as well. I'm used to talking but I've never even been on a date so this is completely new territory to me. I, umm, don't know if I actually said my name earlier but you can call me Micky. Pleasure making your acquaintance." Micky mentally groaned. That sounded weird. Didn't it? Micky felt like if he kept talking then he would make a fool of himself but if he didn't talk then he'd look even more like a fool and Gaia had said talking wasn't exactly her thing so it wouldn't be fair to make her hold the entire conversation.

Micky was struggling to come up with something to say that wouldn't make this conversation awkward or weird until he had an idea. "I'm sorry. I think I'm letting this whole 'everything' get to me. Since we don't know each other that well what if we tried talking like we're friends of a common friend and just try to get to know each other as friends first? That's a dumb idea, isn't it? Forget I said anything." After giving his idea, Micky heard Noemi mention switching the name tags around.

"That is a good idea." Micky picked up his name tag and ice cream motioning to walk over to where Gaia's seat was. He placed down his stuff and with a smile pulled out her chair hoping that it wouldn't seem cheesy. "The first topic of conversation could be work. Uh, what does an archivist do? I don't think I've ever heard that job title before.

[eclecticwitch]

Dinner continued without a hitch. People ate and chatted and grew a bit closer. Was it because they already knew their partner was likely forever and so made them more forward? Perhaps. Or was it true chemistry between folk? What did it matter? All that came from the dinner were smiles and promises and excitement. At 7:05 the band quieted once again. Onto the stage came Vance. A small round of applause started and then subsided when he raised his hand.

“Thank you. I hope the meal has been satisfactory for everyone. My wife, Amelia,” he paused as a slender woman with dark hair tied up in an intricate bun on her head walked onto the stage. She was dressed in a lovely green dress which complimented her features. He wrapped an arm about her waist and she rested a hand against his chest as she leaned close. “And I would like to thank you all for coming this evening. I met Amelia through TAP you know. And here we are, 15 years strong. I pray and hope that you all get to experience the same joy that I have. No. I guarantee you will.” His beaming smile flashed beneath the lights. Amelia smiled in quiet complacency

“Before you leave your tables you will be met by your vacation supervisor. They are here to ensure you have a fantastic experience together. They will hand out the agendas and prepare you for the next step on your journey to true love. Do not be afraid to ask questions or request anything from them.”

He placed the microphone back into its stand. He gave a small wave to the crowd before dipping Amelia and giving her the kiss of a lifetime. There was applause and the pair walked off the stage, engrossed only in each other. After a few moments a tall, muscular woman approached the table. Her dirty blonde hair was done in braided pigtails and she wore a form-fitting, pin-stripe suit that seemed like it would break beneath the pure pressure of her musculature. She could likely bench half of the table without breaking a sweat.

“Good evening!” she chimed in a soft, inviting voice that did not quite match her frame. “We are all a team here. You and me and all of us together. Anything you are needing I am here to provide.” Her accent hinted perhaps a Swedish heritage, but she sounded American enough that it was questionable. “After you all are to sleep this evening, we will be boarding a cruise ship to take us to the Royal Pearl Isles. There are a series of islands here that we will visit for a short while before going onto our next destination.” The woman began to hand out little leaflets to each couple which discussed all that could be found for fun aboard the cruise ship as well as facts about Royal Pearl Isles.

“A little about me,” she said, pressing a hand against her chest. “I met my husband through TAP. He is there,” she gestured to a shorter, thin man who was talking to a nearby table. “And we have been so happy since. My life has been bettered through him. He gives me calm and grounding while I provide a drive to move forward. A perfect match. And I desired no more than to give that to others and I now have a job here, through the company. It is a dream come true!” Her bright blue eyes filled with tears as she appeared to remember some things. She shook her head, blonde braids bobbing with the movement. “So sorry. Unprofessional. Questions for me?”