By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
We are a mass crossover based on the concept of Pandora's Box. Characters from nearly any fandom can be played here. Because of the endless character possibilities, we are canon only here at Pandora. Take a peek at our rules and plot information before starting your new life in Pandora.
Welcome to your all expense paid vacation! You and your partner have been blind-folded and picked up at your assorted houses. You're not allowed to see, nor speak to each other until you reach the location. Don't mind the hand-cuffs, they're for everyone's safety!
Once at the location, you handcuffs and blindfolds will be removed, and you're on your own from there on out! One of you has been handed an envelope explaining both the date, as well as some extra cash on us to make this adventure as worth-while as possible!
Have fun! And thanks for using us at CRUSH & BURN for love on this fine Valentine's Day!
The amount of money is up to you in the envelope.
The date ends when you decide it ends.
How your characters GET HOME from the date is also up to you.
Characters are free to bail from the date if they're not having fun.
Locations and pairings are final unless there's a SUPER VALID reason why your character can't be in a specific location. If so, just PM me!
Got a question? Feel free to @ milk in the questions channel, or poke milk privately on Discord/PM!
Your date is at GALLERIA DE LOREAN!
The largest shopping district in all of Pandora’s regions, the Galleria de Lorean is infamous for its sheer scope and wealth. Hundreds of stores line its broad corridors, and there’s even a mini amusement park nestled in the middle. Restaurants and theaters are scattered throughout, and winding through the very center of the bottom-most floor is a shallow canal where one can catch a ride on a gondola from one part of the mall to the next.
"Uh! Never again, that was the worst taste EVER!!" Cilan exclaimed as he took a moment to recover from his kidnapping and get his bearings. Those people claimed to be from Crush and Burn but in spite of the sweetness in their voices, the rough treatment of their victim left a sour aftertaste in the Connoisseurs mouth.
At least Cilans surroundings seemed nice enough (Of particular note was the nearby gondola that seemed to add a little romance to the whole scene.), he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious after the ordeal earlier. Like the calm before the storm...
It was then that Cilans attention turned towards a nearby... MAN?!! The Connoisseur began to let out a gasp but promptly through a hand over his mouth. Did they truly believe that poor Cilan was that way inclined? And more importantly, was the other Man?
Deciding to play it cool and not make their predicament too obvious, Cilan gulped slightly before choosing to break the ice.
"Oh dear, did they get you too?" Cilan asked the man in a somewhat confident tone that betrayed his awkeward body language.
Justin had lost track of how long he’d spent staring starry-eyed at the other man, the striking emerald of his hair stealing away his breath. He was like one of those TROLL DOLLS, except his hair wasn’t messy, nor did he have a wizened baby face or a fat nose.
His sister used to like troll dolls. She’d liked to spend hours placing ‘em around her little dollhouse sets, then begging Justin to take pictures of them on the phone or watching TV or having a bath - which was kinda DIRTY - or washing the dishes or making a sandwich. OF COURSE he’d taken the pictures ‘cos he’d liked his sister VERY MUCH.
His green haired troll doll date’s voice jerked him out of his glazed over trance. Justin didn’t understand what he meant by that question, so just laughed tepidly, wishing that he’d gotten matched with a lady on his date. He would’ve understood a lady. Ladies were also more willing to become his friend. He didn’t necessarily mean that in the HOT and SWEATY sense of the word.
Would the green troll doll want to get HOT and SWEATY with him? Justin wasn’t sure he’d ever want to do THAT with a man, but he’d welcome the opportunity to make man friends.
“Heeey. I’m Justin,” he smiled at him. Thinking it was the right thing to do on a date, he leaned forward with the intention of pecking a kiss on both cheeks like they did in France.
Cilan was too stunned to resist the most curious greeting that he ever seen in his life. The man had introduced himself as Justin who in all honesty, the Connoisseur had expected to be angered by the unfortunate match up. He was suddenly very concerned but there was no law saying that things had to go any further than this. That would be awkward.
"Instead, Cilan put a hand to one of his cheeks and blushed furiously before saying the only thing that he dared say in this situation.
"Well then, that's nice.." Cilan began a little awkwardly at first before regaining composure at his usual speed.
"How do you do?!" Cilan exclaimed in a much brighter tone in spite of a gut feeling that there was something about this man that he didn't like. "I'm Cilan!" He continued with a bow. There was another moments silence before Cilan made up his mind to play it cool.
Apparently one of us was given an envelope but I can't seem to find it. The Connoisseur continued cheerfully. "Do you have it?"
“Nice to meet you, CILAN,” Justin cheeped brightly, delighted with how smoothly they were exchanging pleasantries. He already ranked the green haired troll doll among his top five man friends. It was a prestigious list that featured Dr Hardy and the man who used to clean the toilets at the GOOD hospital, plus an imaginary astronaut named Darren who Justin had met in the woods.
He clasped hold of Cilan’s hand, shaking it vigorously, then figuring that wasn’t courteous enough, raised it to his lips. Justin pressed a dry, chaste kiss on the back of his hand. He was EAGER to make a good impression on the troll doll, so the troll doll would like him VERY MUCH.
“Oh, I’ve got the envelope,” he pulled it out of his breast pocket. Justin looked very smart and PRESENTABLE in his silk bowtie and black suit, although the Polaroid camera that hung from a sturdy strap around his neck did jar a little bit. It’d been good of that dead man at the wake to let him BORROW his suit. “I was keeping it here in case it got stolen. BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY.”
He stretched out his arm, offering the envelope to Cilan. He’d probably look after it better than him. Justin tended to set fire or blow up stuff a lot.
“Wanna check out the gondola first?” he asked, giving a challenging waggle of his eyebrows.
Due to his experiences with fellow Pokémon Connoisseurs, a kiss on the back of Cilans hand didn't immediately creep him out although it did come as a bit of a surprise. Justin sure was a charmer but the the connoisseur couldn't shake off that bad feeling...
Cilans thoughts were interrupted when Justin confirmed that he did indeed have the envelope and proceeded to hand it over. In the grand scheme of things it didn't matter who carried the cash so long as one of them had it but Justin seemed happier so Cilan simply took it with the smile.
"Thank you but really I-."
Cilan was cut off by Justins next question. There was nothing wrong with what he had said but the body language was making it increasingly clear that this man intended to come out of this with a little bit more than just a good day out.
"Steady on, of course we'll take a look!" Cilan laughed, choosing to continue playing it cool for now. After all if things got too out of hand then maybe his Pokémon would help him escape?
"I do like a gondola." Cilan admitted in spite of a slight cracking of his voice, momentarily expressing his hidden nerves but this was soon forgotten as the connoisseur finished his sentence with the usual cheery tone.
"No better way of seeing a place like this, right?"
“Greeeat!” he drew out the word in delight, pleased Cilan felt the same way about gondolas as him. They had SO MUCH in common! They were going to make really good friends!
Justin proceeded to lead the way to the canal at the bottom of the mall, passing the elegant entrances to many, MANY stores. They’d have to look in them after their ride in the gondola. Perhaps there was a jewellery store where they could get their initials engraved on a FRIENDSHIP BRACELET. That really would make it official then! FRIENDS!
He passed a store with cameras in the windows, which reminded him of something very, VERY important. Eyes bulging in his head, he jerked to a stop, whirling on the green haired troll doll.
“I’ve been very NEGLECTFUL,” Justin informed him, his voice rising up and down in a contradictory mixture of friendliness and gritted toothed aggression. “I haven’t asked you if I can take your picture yet! Don’t you think that’s NEGLECTFUL? I’m a BAD friend, Cilan.”
He supported his Polaroid camera with his hands, its bulky, COMFORTING weight easing from around his neck. “So… What d’you say? Can I take your picture? It’d look pretty funny if you stood against the camera store. What is it they call references like that in the movies?”
Justin tilted his head, giving it some serious thought. He was SURE he’d heard it called something in the media studies textbooks he’d read at the GOOD hospital... TEXTBOOKS... TEXT...
“INTERTEXTUALITY,” he smiled brightly in triumphant.
Swallowing hard Cilan decided that Justin was better off where he could see him and was all too happy to follow. The shops sure looked fancy which made the Connoisseur wonder if this 'Dating agency' had given them enough to afford anything here. There was only one way to find out so Cilan made a mental note to take a look if they got a moment.
Cilans thoughts were interrupted by Justin's sudden frustrated outburst. At least that was the closest thing he could decipher for the green haired waiter could feel that chill of discomfort again. Be brave, he told himself as his momentary frown of confusion suddenly became something a little more reassuring.
"A bad friend? I think it's a little early to be judging yourself so harshly don't you think?" Cilan began in a cool yet slightly unnerved manner before going back to being himself albeit with an air of caution in his tone.
"Of course you can take a picture, why not? No promises mind, just a nice momento of our meeting." Cilan continued with a grin while waggling his finger in a disciplinary manner.
Justin tittered quietly, touched by Cilan’s words. He really was such A GOOD FRIEND. And now he was letting him take his picture! He was one of the best people in the WHOLE WORLD.
Grinning broadly, he snapped a few pictures of the green haired troll doll, the flash barely visible in the daylight. He shared the developing Polaroids with Cilan, giggling at the sight of the camera store in the background. INTERTEXTUALITY.
“I like your smile in this picture,” Justin commented cheerfully, pointing at the first Polaroid. “It’s as if you’ve got a coupon you’re gonna use in store. Oh, and THIS one.” He pointed at a second. “You’re picking up a camera you bought online. But the last picture’s the BEEEST. You’re first in the queue to get your favorite issue of Reader’s Digest signed by your favorite nature photographer.”
He chuckled and skipped off down the mall, pausing to check that the troll doll was following him. They’d dawdled FAR TOO LONG. What if there were TIME RESTRICTIONS on the gondolas? What if ALL the gondolas had been retired by the time they got to the canal?
Justin guessed he’d have to make a boat of his OWN. Bodies were supposed to FLOAT, right?
"Wow, you said all that just like a Pokémon Connoisseur!" Was all Cilan dared say in reply as he examined the photos. To him he'd done better and the nervousness he felt could be seen a little too clearly for his liking. Personally however, Cilan was unsure as to what the Readers Digest quite was but it sounded right up his street so maybe someone could enlighten him sometime?
Either way, it seemed that Justin was ready to move so Cilan followed in spite of the fact that he found himself keeping a respectful distance. There was still something he didn't quite like about him. As if something inside of the Connoisseur was screaming at him to run while he still could. For now however, he was as sure as he could be that he had a plan so with a slight gulp, he continued onward.
They reached the canal in this awe-inspiring mall - that Justin liked VERY MUCH - heaving a sigh of relief when he glimpsed the gondolas. He counted six, no, seven - EIGHT - of them, and two couples in the queue. HOPEFULLY they would not run out by the time it got to Cilan and Justin’s turn.
Some of the tension eased from his arms and legs. He was able to smile again and think of light topics of conversations. Dr Hardy had told him light topics of conversation were the BUILDING BLOCKS to BUILDING GOOD RELATIONSHIPS with people.
“So what’s a Pokémon Connoisseur?” he asked the green haired troll doll, his voice easy going and cheerful. Wasn’t a connoisseur some kind of JUDGE on CULTURE and CRUISINE? “Is Pokémon a type of wine or art? I LIKE art. Not as much as photography, but I still LIKE art. Or maybe you eat them? Are they seafood?”