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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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?

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

[For those that come after. Something passes over his features as Aventurine agrees to the toast, just a quiet somberness that loses the quick sharpness of his smile as he nods and pours.

The wine is a deep red color, and it looks top-notch. Wei Wuxian at least knows how to pick the alcohol.]

We can. I'm going to wring out as many blessings as possible while I'm here, even if it's a little selfish.

[Wine for each glass. He raises his, then, by the stem.]

Shall we?

[ Not selfish at all, as far as Aventurine is concerned. Then again - perhaps his tendency to amass wealth doesn't make him the fairest judge in the matter.

Without delay, Aventurine takes his cue to lift his glass in his hand and raise it aloft between them. ]

For those who come after.

[ He sounds sincere about it. ]

For those who come after.

[And may the souls of those long gone not hate him for this.

Verso raises his glass, clinking both together. He meets Aventurine's gaze briefly, and there's a part of him that appreciates that sincerity, that willingness to humor him with this. The look he gives him says as much, quietly so.

Then he drinks. It goes down smooth.]

Ah, we really are spoiled here.

[ Maybe Aventurine is humoring him, and maybe it's a fair reminder he could use, in a roundabout way. As the wine slips down his throat, Sunday's sweetly harmonious voice echoes in the back of his mind. Do you wish to destroy this world with your own two hands?

He exhales his satisfaction over the taste of the wine, smacking his lips. ]

So, they really do know how to treat their guests, after all...or they're trying to give us any incentive to drink while we're here. Good television, and all that.

[ He's going in for another sip. ]

Unfortunately, I wouldn't know anything about that. Good "television." This whole concept is quite new to me. How lucky that drinking isn't...!

[He, too, will take a pull from his glass, enjoying the flavor.]

Now, then. I was going to ask you questions, wasn't I? What's all this about a- [Er.] IPP? ICC? IPC?

[ It's ICP, actually, Insane Clown Posse. ]

Ah — Interastral Peace Corporation. As the name might imply, an organization dedicated to preserving peace in the galaxy, ostensibly, though whether or not that's really what it manages to do most of the time...

[ A wry, somewhat withering smile. ]

Let's just say their reach extends further than you might expect. My particular role is as a member of the Strategic Investment Department, tasked with reclaiming wayward IPC assets across the cosmos. It's — more interesting than it sounds, really.

[Mon dieu. Most of that really goes over Verso's head, though he tries his best to follow it.]

Wait, so, you mean... across all of space?

[Sorry, but even for a [redacted] man with a big imagination, this is still a very fantastical concept in Verso's estimation.]

Travel is that easy?

[ A wry chuckle. It may be the sort of thing Aventurine takes for granted now, but he'll never forget when his was a child, and those first IPC ships arrived on his planet. Even if he'd heard about worlds beyond the stars, he'd never seen anything like it before. ]

Well, I'd say there's still a decent number of people across the cosmos that never go far from home, but for many of us, it's just another fact of life. I've seen my fair share of worlds, but I'll tell you — it never really gets old, arriving somewhere new with fresh eyes.

[ Not unlike coming here, either. He's no Trailblazer, but he can understand what drives the Nameless to choose the Path they follow. ]

week one | arrival

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