CHARITY DATES

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To bid on the charity auction participant's time for a "date," reply to a character's Auction Comment below. Please put "BID" in the subject line of your comment to a given Charity Date listing.

You can thread off another character's bid here if you want!

To place a higher bid on a charity date, simply respond to that Auction Comment again with a new "BID" subject line comment.

Ultimate winners will be determined by the players whose characters are participating in the date auction. This may be the final commenter, this may be an RNG win, it may be rule of funny, it may be pre-determined — all criteria are accepted.

Bidding closed 09/05/2025 at 12:00 MIDNIGHT PST
Remember to RNG or otherwise select your character's winning bidder(s)!

All Date Auctions, in Alphabetical Order

Aimoto Rinku
Amy Rose
Annie Leonhart
Bobby
Boothill
Chipp
Edmond
Eren Jaeger
Eva Ushiromiya
Ezra Kim
Hijikata Toshirou
Inaba
Jean Kirstein
Julie Joyful
Julie-Su
Jyoti Victoria Melanthios
Kagami
Korollan (Koro)
Levi
Loupgarou (Louis)
Merlin
Mike Lorlief
Mira
Mira Chambers
Mystery
Narinder
Rider
Rui Kamishiro
Rumi
Sonia Nevermind
Stelle
Usagi Tsukino
Yogi
Yoshida Zurako
Zoey

Comments

BID

[fauxbot]

[This time he's writing his name in CAPITAL LETTERS, along with "fuck you" in Enochian/Angelic... and a little heart next to it, of course.

Sorry Ezra, befriend better dudes.]

A talk

[dadbeatdad]

Excuse me, kind sir. May I have a word with you?

[Who in the hell do you think you are, sir?]

can't believe THIS is how they meet

[fauxbot]

[Turning to see who's addressing him, but with the biggest, most awful grin imaginable on his screen, of course.]

Ouais? What's up, you need somethin'?

IT'S HILARIOUS

[dadbeatdad]

Ha ha. Pardonne-moi, but you seem to object quite heavily to my bids on the lovely Ezra. Care to explain?

IT REALLY IS

[fauxbot]

Aww, so you the devil himself! Cuter looks than I imagined. Kinda get Eveé's deal, now.

[...

Even if, admittedly, the idea that he's having to confront The Literal Devil over his bidding shenanigans gets the teeth on his screen to snap away, opening up back into just the usual eye.]

Anyway... I like Ezra. Don't gotta be nothin' more than that, does it?

Re: IT REALLY IS

[dadbeatdad]

Lucifer Morningstar, yes.

[Lucifer keeps his grin on his face but his eyes light up a little when Chipp mentions Eva.]

Ah. You must be one of Evangeline's lovers then? One of the official ones?

I too like Ezra. However, you didn't leave such a color comment under anyone else's bid, gentil monsieur.

[fauxbot]

Her boyfriend. The one 'n only.

[... He recognizes that has a gentle "for now" tacked after it, considering they're open, but still.
Right now he's The Only Boyfriend and that's important to him, okay.]

You the only one fightin' me for him! What, ya don't see the humor in it?
Two fucked up demons fightin' over Gabriel's own understudy?

[Surely Lucifer Morningstar himself can sense the horrific, Frakenstein'd angelic, demonic, and human makeup of Chipp's soul, can't he?]

[dadbeatdad]

Ah yes. She had said she wanted us to meet. How fortuitous.

[Lucifer can sense the strange and rather cobbled together make up that is Chipp's soul. Well his very being. Lucifer is not about to back down.]

Oh it is quite hilarious. Though a slight correction. I am a fallen angel, not a demon. Also a Deadly Sin. Pride.

The best one.

[fauxbot]

She tried real hard to talk you up, too! Somehow, I ain't too surprised to hear you Pride, though...

[Said in the most polite, Southern Gentlemanly Tone™ he can muster, of course.]

Either way, whole thing's funny as hell. I betcha Ezra would think so!
Or he'd be mortified.

...

But that'd be funny, too.

[dadbeatdad]

Well she and I often have amazing fun together. We very much enjoy each other's company and are good friends.

I would like to be friends with those she loves too. If they are open to it.

As for Ezra, he'll see this, blush, and probably cover his face because he never though it would come to this.

Which yes. Is very funny indeed.

[fauxbot]

Oh, I'm open to it! What, a few jabs make it seem like I'm not?
'S just a li'l friendly competition, Mr. Morningstar!

[...

Unfortunately for Luci, he decided on "Mr. Morningstar" LONG before they met. He's doing it out of actual respect, not to tease.
He may be bickering with Lucifer over bidding on their mutual buddy, but he's still a deeply devout man talking to the literal devil, okay.]

... Hm.
I might have to hang 'round here for a while longer, see if he comes 'n checks in on all this.
Wanna see his reaction 'n all.

[dadbeatdad]

Is it not polite to ask another if they want to be friends than to assume either way?

[The respectful Mr. Morningstar is nice to hear at least. Not like Luci doesn't already feel old most of the damn time.]

We can camp out together and watch. I can even bring popcorn.

[He snaps his fingers. In two puffs of red smoke, two popcorn buckets appear, full of popcorn. One is a duck. The other a TV.]

[fauxbot]

...

[Looks at the popcorn. Takes the bucket.
Stops to see if it's plastic or metal or just reusable at all, really, so he can keep it after all of this is over --
But also.]

Just checkin', but... no strings attached with this?
Grew up readin' the good book, listenin' to the preacher, y'know how it is...

[Yes, somehow being offered magically conjured popcorn is what's making him fall back into being kinda sorta scared of Lucifer.
Somehow.]

[dadbeatdad]

[The bucket is definitely reusable. Metal from the feel of it. Maybe aluminum? Lucifer laughs.]

I would not try to get your soul for a bowl of popcorn. No strings attached. I wouldn't do that to someone who Eva loves enough to call boyfriend.

[He steals a kernel from Chipp's bucket and eats it. Then grabs his own and eats more. Then he snaps. Two drinks appear as well.]

Some ginger beer to wash it down, if you want. It's made by this lovely man in North Carolina. Calls it Devil's Foot. Farm to can craft soda. Would you believe it? On the house as well.

[fauxbot]

[Oh, that eye on his screen goes HUGE at the idea of a drink from somewhere so close to home, okay, he's snagging that can IMMEDIATELY -
Though, now he has to contend with lifting his screen so he can eat and drink.

He takes a moment, looks at the hustle and bustle around the both of them... and decides that people aren't paying much attention at all, so it's probably okay?
Probably.
The way he lifts his helmet is still careful and nervous, though. It's his security blanket in the face of being out in public.

But. Craft soda from North Carolina. How the hell could he not partake??]

... You can just bring shit like that into Ellipsa?
Or didja get it with a Wishin' Star or somethin', teleportin' it into the venue?

[His face is flat and his voice is monotone without his helmet, of course. The rizz is stored in the goofy cartoon expressions and computer-augmented voice.]

[dadbeatdad]

Menial creation. [Lucifer smiles as he says it.]

One of the powers I have still. I am sure you can feel most of my energy is still angelic.

[Which it is. Seems he can just create it. Likely if it exists and he knows of it. Not like he can go creating Keyblades or Reaper Weapons or some shit.]

But I know it only works on small things in this world. Anything big and powerful, I'll need a Wishing Star to get.

I can do champagne fountains too. And caviar mountains. Some of my favorites.

[fauxbot]

...

Can ya do strong alcohol? Liquors 'n shit?

[Said as he takes a gentle sip of his soda...]

[dadbeatdad]

I don't see why not. How strong we talking? You have trouble getting drunk?

[fauxbot]

Well -
That, ouais, can't get drunk offa mortal alcohol. It gotta be magic.

...

But I also just miss the rum from home.

[And when he says "home", he means home. Not the land of the dead -
Louisiana, where his heart still lays.]

[dadbeatdad]

I think I can help with that. From your home. Tell me of the rum. Everything you remember.

[fauxbot]

...

And it won't cost me nothin'?

[He'll get over the whole idea of taking things from Lucifer someday, but they just met, so that day is not today. Sorry, Luci.]

[dadbeatdad]

Hmmm. It will cost you...

[What better way to help get Chipp over this than with a joke example of a price? He reaches out and boops Chipp's nose.]

A single boop. Paid in full. That should be good for the rest of the day. In case you want anything else, like extra butter, on your popcorn.

[fauxbot]

[- The boop startles him a little, making him jump, but at least he's gone all wide-eyed and taken out of whatever suspicious headspace he'd been in!

Lucifer gets no smiles for it, but that's more just because Chipp can't smile. Not without his helmet.]

... Awright. Sure - deal.

[Usually this kind of silliness would get him to be a little standoffish, feel like he's not being taken seriously -
But honestly? A sudden nose-boop as payment is something Nenonen might have done.

So he's amenable to it.

Which means insert description of the rum he misses here. This would be a good chance to wax poetic about something deeply meaningful and personal to Chipp, get into his motivations and his sense of deep loss and longing when it comes to the home he can never return to and all the memories locked behind him in the world of the living, but the person behind the curtain has never tried rum to begin with and thus doesn't want to get it wrong, so feel free to just imagine it instead okay--]

[dadbeatdad]

[Lucifer listens intently and notices there is no smile. Perhaps something to ask when they know each other better. Still, he listens to the full description of Louisiana rum. With a snap of his fingers, boom. A bottle of the very run described. Lucifer picks it up and uses a claw to gently etch a few symbols into the rum.

Then a flash of fire around it and boom! It is blessed rum!]

Here you go. Blessed by the Devil himself. That should get you nice and drunk as it used to when you were a living mortal.

[fauxbot]

...

[He may not smile, but it's clear there's something that changes about his expression when he reaches out to take that bottle, bringing it close like it's absolutely precious.

It looks every bit like he remembers it.

And if you didn't know any better, you could almost say his eyes look a bit watery, looking it over... but no, surely that can't be true. Can it?]

... Well, hot damn. You even got the typos on the address right.
You sure there ain't nothin' you want in exchange?

Obviously won't give up none o' the classics, but I feel like I owe you for this one.