perfectmatch | week one

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

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Is that so?

[ More interested, this time, and Odile pulls back her sleeve. ]

Would you be willing to tell me what I taste like, then?

[ His eyebrows wing up, clearly surprised by her forwardness. ]

Goodness. I would not just up and bite you, especially not in public. Better you prick a finger or something, if you really want to know.

Huh. I didn't realize that dangerous creatures of the night were cowards.

[ But if he won't, he won't, and she pulls her sleeve back down. ]

In what way does an individual's blood taste differently to you? Does that preference grow with your affection towards them, or have you supped on someone you could not stand yet found them irresistible to the tongue?

[ Sorry. She's. She's uh. Curious from a general standpoint. ]

[ He doesn't seem the least bit perturbed by her jab and lifts a finger, like he's addressing a stubborn child. ]

It is improper to bite someone in public. You will experience such bliss that it will be inappropriate.

[ HE'S NOT GETTING HER OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOYER. ]

It is sort of like how one makes a fine wine. A person's life adds different notes to the flavor, from the things they eat and the things they have been through. All of it comes together in a different, grand tapestry. What I feel for the person matters little, except for perhaps a preference for someone I adore.

[ It has been

so long

since someone treated her this way, especially with a topic so apparently scandalous, that it seems to amuse Odile quite a bit. The rest of the explanation is intriguing besides that though, exactly what she wanted to know. ]

So someone young would have different flavors than someone older, generally speaking. Interesting. Thank you for explaining, Nicodème, you are the first vampire I've met in all my years -- there are fictitious tales, but nothing can compare to the real thing.

[ At least as far as being able to ask questions and get answers go. She thinks for a moment, then sighs with a wave of her hand. ]

I... suppose, given your age, you can call me Mademoiselle. I cannot claim to be used to it though, seeing as I only began traveling Vaugarde once out of my years of girlhood.

Please, call me Nico. And I do not have to call you Mademoiselle if you do not wish me to.

[ A little smile. ]

I understand that humans view their years quite differently.

No, no, feel free. I'm already feeling ages younger thanks to that wagging finger of yours.

[ The only one who gets to call her a young lady is someone like a trillion years older than her, it's fine. ]

Now, what does a long-lived being hope to find here? A companion for the centuries to come?

[ Messmer is probably the only one here who can give him a run for his money in the age department. ]

Oh, I am not picky about the lifespan of my companion. I have had many human lovers, and I cherish them all, no matter how fleeting our time together.

So you're just looking for another fling?

[ Excuse her crassness. ]

[ He will not excuse her anything. The sunshine in his demeanor turns into something far colder in record time. ]

I beg your pardon? I told you I have cherished these people and you call them "flings"?

[ Hmmmm. He takes it seriously, then. They aren't simply pretty words. ]

Allow me to rephrase. You're seeking loss? Or do you intend to find someone that will ask to be with you forever, by way of turning? Or is it simply the wish they've promised?

[ She's got his hackles up now, and his gaze narrows especially on that one word. Turning. ]

I think it is impolite to ask questions couched in assumptions. If you wish to know why I am here, I am here for the prospect of love and the promise of the wish. The rest of the details do not matter.

Now if you will excuse me, I am going to put my things away.

[ So he isn't fond of the notion. Odile knows... she is not the easiest person to get along with, especially when she's prodding the way she is now, and so she inclines her head. ]

I see my questions have struck several nerves, Nicodème. My curiosity often... gets the better of me, in the worst of ways, and I'd like to apologize for that. All I've known of your kind is through folktales [ and horromance stories, ] and in my eagerness to see what is true and what is not, I spoke, yes, with assumption.

[ And, while she is not the... best... at feelings stuff, she can at least admit when she is in the wrong. ]

You needn't forgive my transgression, but I had no intention of angering you with my inquiries. That I can promise.

[ He gives her a long look, that crimson gaze seeming to pierce right through her. ]

Then consider this a lesson in tact, madame. You do not know me.

Now as I said, excuse me.

[ With that, he stalks into the house. He feels a bit bad leaving the conversation like that, but she really hit his buttons in a bad way. He's gonna need a bit to cool off. ]

week one | arrival

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