week one | arrival

[marriagebroker]

The characters will arrive one by one, in whatever vehicle suits them the best to the front of estate. It's a beautiful estate filled with plants and trees and little ponds and all kinds of little hideaways. But it all cumulates at the main house, where they will be dropped off and greeted by a familiar face who stands outside the house and welcomes them in. They will be able to bring one suitcase with items and clothes as well as their pet(s?).

The main thing to notice when you step into the house though is that cameras are everywhere. Despite the many little hideaways of this house, there's no privacy whatsoever. Oh well!

When everyone is gathered together, the host from earlier will greet everyone with a merry:

"Welcome, my affection seeking friends! This is where you'll be staying the next few weeks. Find a place to settle in and get to know each other! I'll be around, in case you need anything."

He genuinely seems to mean it, at least?! But that seems to be it, he'll slip away in the meantime and leave you all to it.

A few things to note, of course:

• There is only one "bedroom" which is a large room, with a closet full of futons to roll out and use in said room. Sleepover time!


• There is an extra, extra, extra, extra large futon for Messmer.


• In one of the rooms of the estate, there is a lovely piano ready for use. Feel free to ask for more instruments, if you'd like.


• The kitchen is filled with food of all kinds and modern appliances so folks can cook whatever they'd like! There is also a bar in the kitchen, stocked with alcohol.


• In the living room, there is a screen showing everyone's profiles. It is touch screen, so feel free to swipe through!


• There is, of course, a banner in the living room reading 有緣千里來相會 (which, for the keen-eyed, translates to "Fate brings together those that are a thousand miles apart"). This was definitely written by the host.


• There is a welcome cake.

Boom Boom Room | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

Comments

[gamboler]

[ Right. He may as well address that outright, damage control and all. ]

Kakavasha. A name I don't often wear these days. [ Or ever. Haha. It's fine! ] For all intents and purposes, Aventurine works here. Aha, and it's a little less cumbersome to say.

[ IS IT ]

But that's enough about me - I'm curious to hear about what sorts of expeditioner you are, Mister Verso.

[reverso]

[Ha, he hears that exactly for what it is. Acknowledging it, addressing it, and moving on. Whatever the reason, it is not a name nor a story to be lingered on.

While Verso takes note, he also respects it. Because again: mood.]

What, can't you read? [He jokes. Then reaches out to swipe to his own profile.] The disastrous sort.

[gamboler]

[ A snort of laughter. Alright, he sort of walked into that one. ]

Hm, but does that mean you are expeditioning into disasters, or that you're the source of them?

[ or a secret third thing... ]

[reverso]

[Wouldn't you like to know, gemstone boy.]

I try to avoid being the source of disaster, thank you very much. [Hm.] It's more like we were a bit of a Disaster Expedition, always finding trouble. We even made the name official.

[And yet they carried on.]

We traveled a land filled with dangerous creatures on a journey to defeat a power far greater than ourselves. If that's not asking for disaster, then what is?

[gamboler]

[ okay suicide squad ]

Ha, point taken. So, you're one of the tenacious, trailblazing types... I'm a little surprised something like this would be your speed.

[ Motioning vaguely to the house, the screen, the cameras around them. ]

[reverso]

[Fair assessment. He laughs a little.]

What, because trailblazers can't want romance?

[Or maybe just the wish.]

Or because I look like someone who'll fumble it in week one? You can be honest.

[gamboler]

[ Or maybe just the wish. ]

Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of having better things to do than look for love. I wouldn't be quite so presumptuous as to jump to conclusions based off appearances alone. After all, they can be quite deceiving.

[ But it does tell him something interesting that that was Verso's first suspicion. ]

[reverso]

[It does confirm, in a roundabout way, that Verso is a little wobbly on the grounds of whether or not he really belongs here, playing this game. Whether it's a fish out of water type situation, or something more, it's hard to say.]

Ohh, I see. Now listen, even an Expeditioner needs a break now and again. If I don't decompress, I'll just keep growing more white hairs.

[But also-]

Besides, the wish is pretty compelling, too.

[gamboler]

[ That again would make two of them... ]

That it is, isn't it? I confess, I'm here because I was curious to see if this is a game I can win. Any attachments or grand wishes that come along with it are simply a bonus.

[ Perhaps it's not so simple, but there's no attempt at subterfuge on Aventurine's part. There's simply no point in it. ]

My profile wasn't twisting the truth when it said I've never lost a wager.

[reverso]

A gambling man?

[A skilled one at that, if it's true. But Verso's a little perplexed, because putting oneself through a four week long dating game just to see if he can win is sure... a choice.]

Don't tell me you're here just for the rush. You realize they're probably going to put us in all manner of embarrassing situations, right...?

[gamboler]

[ Aventurine is sure a Maker of Choices... ]

You don't think it'd be worth it? The thrill of victory, I mean.

[ Is he asking Verso, or himself? Who can say, really. ]

[reverso]

[It's okay. They both are Choices Makers in their own way, probably.]

It would. But aren't there easier ways to chase that thrill?

[gamboler]

Mm, I'll admit I may be just a tad jaded, in that regard. You see, my last wager involved me winning back partial ownership of an entire planet for my superiors. The stakes were extremely high...so what better way to follow that up than wish a highly-publicized interdimensional television appearance where I win the hearts of all those around me?

[ There's a note of self-deprecating dryness in his tone — he's not quite that bigheaded. ]

[reverso]

[Ah, but he knows that tone well. He’s used it before, maybe, once or twice.]

It sounds to me like nothing would follow that up. The vacation’s needed instead — especially if you’re telling me you run the entire half of a planet?

[gamboler]

Oh, no, not personally. Another branch of the IPC has taken over managing the asset, now that it's been reclaimed. I'm simply one chip on the table that made it happen.

[ An important chip, perhaps, but far from the only one. ]

Even so...you're not wrong about this feeling like a vacation. Seeking victory or not, it's a welcome change of pace. No doubt that's the case for you as well, Disastrous Expeditioner.

[reverso]

It is. And I plan on making the most of these weeks, even if it’s selfish of me.

[Wry, a pause.]

And it sounds like you should, too. I don’t know what the IPC is, but it sounds big, important, and stressful. So pull yourself away from wagers and victories and just enjoy the view.

That’s my unsolicited advice, anyway!

[gamboler]

[ Unsolicited perhaps, but not unwelcome, if it seems a little unobtainable, in the moment. Enjoying the view isn't something he really has had the luxury to do, well...ever. It's not how he operates.

Still, if even by appearance only, he could unwind for a change. ]

This sounds like the ripe opportunity for a wager to me. If either of us catches the other slacking on our...relaxing...the other owes him dinner. Ah, though I can't promise I won't throw the game on purpose, if that's the outcome.

[ Genuinely! Verso makes for enjoyable company, and that goes a long way for him. ]

[reverso]

[Unwinding would be nice, wouldn't it? Even if it's all that's ultimately garnered from this game, he'll appreciate these four weeks as they come.

That makes him laugh, though, a rumbling bark of a thing.]

Oh, don't lie to me, friend. You said it yourself; you've never lost a wager. I'd doubt you break your streak purposefully just for little old me.

[His grin widens.]

Which just means I'll have to lean into the relaxation aspect of this whole situation tenfold. Yes, I think I'll practically be boneless.

[It's a bet, basically.]

[gamboler]

[ Is it breaking his streak if he loses on purpose? Never mind there are easier ways to ask someone to dinner, he's too far into this already. ]

A veritable puddle on the floor. You're on - I look forward to you treating me. Can't lose my win streak now, can I?

[reverso]

[Why make things easy when they can dance around asking someone out for dinner by framing it as an unserious game-]

Oh, you'll lose, all right. You've never met someone as useless as me.

[Self-deprecating humor is always good too.]

But in the meantime, do you mind answering a few more questions about yourself? Maybe over a drink? I'm curious to know if this place stocks any wine.

[gamboler]

[ With their powers of avoidance and self-deprecating combined... ]

Enjoying a drink with handsome company? It would be my pleasure. [ Depending on the questions, anyway. ] I'd like to hear a bit more about your expeditions, too — no doubt you have a vast and unending repertoire of stories to tell.

[ As he starts towards the kitchen, he motions for Verso to follow. He hasn't looked for booze yet, but they must have something for them to enjoy while they're here. Nothing creates drama better than alcohol. ]

[reverso]

[Indeed, and what's a dating show without drama? Not that he'd know.

Verso follows behind.]

Oh, plenty of stories to tell. But I'll warn you, not all of them are very happy ones.

[When they enter the kitchen, Verso starts fossicking around for any sign of wine. Maybe there's a small wine rack nearby or something — either way, he holds up a bottle once he finds his prize.]

Fancy some red?

[gamboler]

I'd say the less-than-happy ones are the ones I'm more interested in hearing, but those also might be less enjoyable to tell.

[ And despite his penchant for gossip, he's not one to pry where its unwelcome. If it's not for work, then he doesn't need to dig deep — and none of this is for work, for once.

also, fossick, weir mention?! ]

More than fine by me. Though if we're having wine, we ought to have a toast.

[ As he fields some stemmed glasses from a cabinet. Their gracious hosts do know what they're doing. ]

[reverso]

[Surprise weir cameo!!! (No) (thank god)

He brings the wine bottle over, held by the neck in one hand. His other wrist flicks, and with a whirl of painterly magic(?), a thin short sword appears in his grasp. He pops the cork off the bottle with the edge of the blade and then dismisses it immediately after. Like a normal person.]

Hm. [He eyes the glasses, thinking.] How about, “for those that come after?” It’s what we used to say on the Continent, not knowing if we’d survive. In this context, at least it’s more hopeful.

[And humorous, a wry jab at their chances of failure, too.]

[gamboler]

[ If Aventurine finds it odd that Verso is opening the wine with a magic sword, he makes no sign of it. Seems perfectly normal to him! And saves them the trouble of finding a corkscrew. It's called improvising. ]

"For those that come after"... [ He mulls the words over, and they feel a little stale on his tongue. There's no such prayer he can make for the Avgin of Sigonia-IV, and what should he care for those that come after he's turned to dust?

...Verso really would make a fitting Trailblazer, it seems.

All said, Aventurine only looks reflective for a moment, a smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth, before an amiable chuckle escapes him. ]

For those that come after, then. It has a nice, hopeful ring to it...and even if the stakes might not be quite so high here, I believe we can still use whatever blessings we can get.