Post by Gaston on Dec 5, 2017 8:48:23 GMT -5
This was, without a doubt, the most ridiculous thing he had ever been asked to do. It was obvious to anyone who had eyes that he was perfect Knight material, and yet here he was, searching for women to help him prove it. He had literally no idea where to start - women in this damn place infamously hated him (except for Gwen) and wouldn't come near him with a ten foot barge pole (except for Gwen) and he was pretty sure all the one's he'd actually had any sort of interaction with wanted him dead (except for Gwen). And now he had to find three of them who would actually say nice things about him, and convince Gwen he was chivalrous.
He wasn't chivalrous! He'd never done a chivalrous thing in his life! He felt like he was being set up to fail, and he was not happy about it.
And yet, here he was, still trying. Sure, he was probably going about things the wrong way, but that wasn't the point - he'd figure out the logistics of everything later. He only had a month, and time moved weirdly in this place, that month could be gone before he knew it, or they could be whisked away somewhere else, or separated again. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He'd considered just walking the streets until he came across some girl who needed help with something, but the two girls he'd approached with that strategy had not thought him chivalrous - one had sprayed him with pepper spray thinking he was going to attack her, and the other had stomped on his foot and run away before he could say a single word. So apparently cornering girls on the street wasn't an option.
So, plan B. Open auditions. He'd get women to come to the ballroom, he'd see them one by one, and either hire them to act the damsel in distress and talk to Gwen for him, or, if they couldn't be bought he'd see if there was anything he could help them with, any kittens that needed rescuing from trees or something. But he was mostly hoping he could just hire them, if he was honest.
He'd put fliers up all over the school and town, labelled with what he was certain would encourage women to come and queue up:
He wasn't chivalrous! He'd never done a chivalrous thing in his life! He felt like he was being set up to fail, and he was not happy about it.
And yet, here he was, still trying. Sure, he was probably going about things the wrong way, but that wasn't the point - he'd figure out the logistics of everything later. He only had a month, and time moved weirdly in this place, that month could be gone before he knew it, or they could be whisked away somewhere else, or separated again. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He'd considered just walking the streets until he came across some girl who needed help with something, but the two girls he'd approached with that strategy had not thought him chivalrous - one had sprayed him with pepper spray thinking he was going to attack her, and the other had stomped on his foot and run away before he could say a single word. So apparently cornering girls on the street wasn't an option.
So, plan B. Open auditions. He'd get women to come to the ballroom, he'd see them one by one, and either hire them to act the damsel in distress and talk to Gwen for him, or, if they couldn't be bought he'd see if there was anything he could help them with, any kittens that needed rescuing from trees or something. But he was mostly hoping he could just hire them, if he was honest.
He'd put fliers up all over the school and town, labelled with what he was certain would encourage women to come and queue up:
Free tampons and chocolate
Chatsworth Ballroom
Simply complete a short survey and receive as many tampons and chocolate bars as you can carry.
Chatsworth Ballroom
Simply complete a short survey and receive as many tampons and chocolate bars as you can carry.
As he sat behind his makeshift desk, pen at the ready to take notes on each girl that walked through the door, he was feeling optimistic. And hell, he was actually going to provide the tampons and chocolate - what was that if not chivalrous?!
