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

[poans]

[She doesn't have long to chase. When called, he stops and turns halfheartedly in her direction.]

Is aught the matter?

[hexensabbat]

[... Yikes, this guy looks rough.]

Yeah! You didn't even say hi. Shouldn't we be getting to know each other?

[poans]

. . . Greetings. I am Yi Sang.

[hexensabbat]

Nice to meet you! I'm Ringo.

[Could do with more enthusiasm, but they can work with this.]

Where you headed next?

[poans]

[He dips his head in a faint nod. Ringo. She's a rather vibrant character.]

Where . . . I will simply walk until my feet stop me.

[hexensabbat]

[.............. ya ok, shakespeare]

... Sure, that works! Mind some company, then?

[poans]

[Ya.]

The manor's halls are vast. I do not mind sharing that space with you.

[hexensabbat]

Great! Then let's explore together.

Lead the way, Mr. Poet!

[poans]

[True to his word, he goes where the house's layout leads him. He doesn't stop for detours, making a beeline instead for the path of least resistance, avoiding unnecessary crowds (or individuals). Fortunately for Ringo, this aimless wandering soon ends as he comes to a stop before the screen showcasing the profiles, which is currently set to Odile's, whom he recognizes.]

It appears our likenesses have been captured here.

[hexensabbat]

[.............]

Uh huh.

[Dryly... as she steps closer to the profiles, swiping through them idly with complete ease with the technology.]

Kind of old school, but it's not bad. Let's see... yours is... here.

[poans]

[Ringo's face briefly flashes on the screen before it disappears, taking the morsel of information about her with it. Soon, Yi Sang finds his apathetic mien staring back at him. This is one stare he can meet without reticence.]

The screen speaks true . . . though I am no longer many of these.

[hexensabbat]

Huuuh...

[She reads the profile curiously, and then glances over at him.]

They're giving us outdated info?

Well, which ones?

[poans]

I am no longer an architect or a researcher . . . nor have I discovered an invention in some time. And, without compatriots, there has been no need for combat surgery.

[hexensabbat]

... So...

Just a philosopher now?

[my dude.



my dude.]

[poans]

[Ma'am.]

I am a thinker. That is all I have to say.

[hexensabbat]

[......]

That's... all?

No philosophy you want to share?

[poans]

None comes to mind.

[No matter how many hours he wiles away to himself, there will never be anything of substance.]

Have you?

[hexensabbat]

... Just. Philosophy.

In general?

[... She puts a hand to her forehead, thinking.]

Like, uh... dualism? Or something?

[poans]

Are those the principles to which you subscribe? . . . Or does another set of ideals guide you on your path?

[hexensabbat]

... Hate to break it to you, but it was just one of the first philosophical concepts that came to mind.

[I'm so sorry Yi Sang.]

I think just living life the way I want to while helping people is what guides me.

[poans]

[She's valid.]

You are a free spirit. By what means do you provide assistance?

[hexensabbat]

Oh, whatever it takes, really.

Fetch quests... kidnapping rescues... fighting demons... negotiating with demons... more fetch quests...

As for methodology, I'm a devil summoner, so I use magic and demons and my sword! It's pretty persuasive, in terms of getting things done.

[poans]

[Fetch quests?]

Though I am unfamiliar as to what a devil summoner is, you have quite the array of experience resembling that of Fixers. Do you undertake such assignments alone?

[hexensabbat]

Nah, I've got a team. They're super reliable.

[...?]

What's a Fixer? Have you done that too in your big list of jobs?

[poans]

[A team . . . ]

Fixers specialize in myriad tasks that exceed the capabilities of average citizens in the City. You might liken them to mercenaries who fulfill specific roles according to their respective Offices or Associations. I do not count myself among them.