perfectmatch | week one

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week one | arrival

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.

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[ A simple horse and carriage is all that's needed for this lady, with a leather bag worn from travel hung across her front apparently being... all that she needs, though it does seem that it's big enough to contain a rotating fit. Whether that's all she has in there is another matter entirely, but don't worry about it.

The area... certainly does feel like home, in a way. Almost like coming back to it. Odile quietly observes the surroundings, not looking out of place at all frankly speaking, before moving inside to see-- ]

"Fate brings together those that are a thousand miles apart." [ It's not so different than Ka Buan... She doesn't even need a magic translator. ] Well, even from a non-romantic point of view I can't say it's incorrect. Though "fate" is a little heavy handed for my tastes.

[ It sounds too... predetermined, really.

Nonetheless. Odile will be avoiding the cake entirely and stopping briefly to see the familiar sleeping situation (who would have thought that traveling with those four would have prepared her so well?), peering at the profiles just... to get to know most of the people before she meets them. The fun facts are both enlightening and not.

Otherwise, this stern looking lady will be in the kitchen to make herself some tea and she doesn't mind making it for others if they'd like. But she is not particularly outgoing in her search for connections, preferring to read a book slipped from her bag as she lets her cup steep instead. ]

i. ⚜️ arrival

[ Upon arrival, Nico was given an umbrella to keep him shaded from the sun, so between that and the hooded cloak he’s wearing, he certainly does cut a mysterious figure heading into the manor.

Once inside, however, he throws back the hood and seems to be positively sparkling with joy. (Not a Twilight reference.) ]

Magnifique! How lovely!

[ And to the nearest person, with no small amount of enthusiasm, ]

Bonjour! Hello! My name is Nicodème La Roux, but please, call me Nico. Can I help you with anything? Carry your bag, perhaps?

[ He’s helping!!

Alternatively, you can catch him around the house in various places, investigating the kitchen, the bedroom situation, or admiring the piano like he really, really wants to play something. ]

ii. ⚜️ profiles

[ Nico can be found swiping through the profiles, looking over each one with an expression of serious consideration. He can be heard mm-hm-ing to himself now and then, giving a nod.

Once he gets through everyone, there is a brief pause, then he throws his hands up and very dramatically exclaims, ]

This is unfair! Everyone is attractive!!!

[ What is your local pansexual immortal to do!! ]

iii. ⚜️ obligatory wildcard

[ You know how this goes.

THINGS OF NOTE: Nico avoids the sunlight and has no reflection. He pings as magical but not undead. He is also in no way trying to hide what he is, so the fangs are quite obvious. Feel free to bring any of this up at any time! ]

[Imagine if he just walked here.

Yi Sang arrives with the clothes on his back—a simple collared shirt and trousers held up by suspenders, paired with soft slippers—and a matching set of sweatshirt and sweatpants folded neatly in his arms. After the reception, he pads over to the bedroom, deposits his change of clothes on a futon of no significance, and walks back out as if he were the only soul in the estate.

He can then be seen in the living room, where he peruses the profiles with a deadpan stare. Despite his expression, he appears to dwell on each profile before moving onto the next participant with the slow, listless flick of a wrist. At one point, he looses a quiet sigh.]

Is this where you saw my feet taking me? To yet another window of discoveries . . .

[Finally, after making his way through the kitchen for the barest of sustenance, he stands beneath a pavilion in one of the sprawling gardens. It's still light out, and the air is fresh; his gaze is not drawn to the sky or the canopy of trees, however, but the pond below. He maintains this position for a staggeringly long amount of time, deep as he is in his ruminations.]

obligatory bedroom prompt

[The whole estate's quite beautiful, picturesque in a way that a man with an eye for aesthetics particularly appreciates. But with his suitcase in tow, he figures he might as well find a place to set down everything, and why not head towards the bedroom first?

And it's literally a bedroom. One very large room. Verso stops in the middle of it and looks around-]

Oh, so it's one big sleepover? For four weeks straight? Fun.

[Possibly chaotic. But he'll roll with it.

Anyway, where are the futons again? He eventually finds the closet where they're all stowed away, opening it up, only for a GIANT rolled-up one (thanks Messmer) to careen forward and knock right into him.]

Merde-!

profiles

[Is this... modern technology? From the future?? Verso just stands in front of the screen, swiping swiping swiping, going through the carousel of images like a kid who's just discovered a new toy.

Though, as soon as someone walks up to him to see what he's up to, he says-]

Quick, close your eyes now. This is important.

out and about

[It's not hard to run into Verso later in the day, and though he does linger in the crowd now and again, it's pretty notable that he often wanders off on his own more often than not. But if you're lucky, you can bump into him examining the banner hung up above.]

...Squiggly.

[He's being dumb; he can read it, actually. Bafflingly.

Or you can find him outside, near one of the pristine ponds, simply enjoying the view. It's peaceful here, and it gives him time to think, to get lost in his head while a gentle breeze passes by, closing his eyes.

(...Maybe that isn't such a good idea, actually. He frowns, murmuring to himself. Maybe if you're keen-eared, you'll pick up something along the lines of "No. You can do this. You're making the right decision." It's probably fine.)

But inevitably, you will find him in the room with the piano, though Verso doesn't deign to sit at the bench and play just yet. Instead, he hovers nearby, just for a moment or two, approaching finally to merely dust his fingers over the keys.]

Ha. Our overseer really is something of a softie.

[He plays one scale, then two—C major, A minor—with one hand, still standing, then quirks a little grin.]

bedroom

[ Though he's never visited the Xianzhou, this house leaves a distinct impression on him of something similar to their storied architecture and style. Surprising, perhaps, that the IPC hasn't yet moved in to capitalize on the Ambrosial Arbor Crisis, but even their insatiable chiefs of offices know where to stick their noses —

But there he goes, thinking too much about work again, and isn't this supposed to be a getaway from all that? They didn't endorse this little escapade of his, anyway. If they had, he probably wouldn't be here.

First things first — assessing the sleeping situation. Sharing a room might not be ideal, but it'll do just fine. Catch him dropping off his sizeable amount of luggage near one of the futons to stake out a spot, or later in the evening, dressed in fine silk pajamas, ready to settle in for a good(?) night's rest. To his futon neighbor: ]

Don't worry, I'm not much of a snorer. I've heard I have the tendency to sleeptalk, however...who knows? Maybe I'll spill some juicy secrets in my sleep.

profiles

[ Naturally, he's eager to learn as much as he can about the others in the house, and while conversation is the preferrable way to go about that, he well knows that not everyone will be forthcoming with certain details. Case in point:

Kakavasha. That's...unexpected. He's certain he only submitted himself as Aventurine. What else were they able to dig up from the past...?

A slight frown tugs at the corners of his mouth. ] "Rock collector" is a little crass...but, ah. If the shoe fits, I suppose.

kitchen

[ You might expect someone like Aventurine to not know his way around a kitchen, but at various points throughout the week, he can be found in there, preparing himself snacks and meals with surprising ease and comfort. Much of what he makes isn't overly fancy or complex, but rather simple and tasty, nutrient-rich. If anyone happens to join him in there: ]

My friend! What does your palate fancy today? My treat.

[ Later, very late in the evenings in some cases, he can be found sitting at the bar in the kitchen, nursing a glass of whiskey. These times, he won't be quite so forthcoming for company, but he won't refuse it, either. ]

a. arrival

[Ringo can be found absolutely everywhere, poking her nose into everything, inspecting the whole place.]

Wooooow, sweet digs!

[It doesn't matter if you are unpacking, or eating, or enjoying that cake, or whatever--Ringo is suddenly there, grinning.]

Wanna check out the rest of the grounds with me?

b. smooches

[Closes my eyes and sighs.

Anyway.

After everyone has settled in and gotten the chance to poke around/unpack/eat/etc, Ringo will casually start going up to people and:]

How do you feel about kissing people? I'm conducting research. For science. The science is figuring out perfect matches.

[It's fine, Verso straddles the line between friendly and introverted all the time. Odile's willingness to offer tea to a stranger, while not going out of her way to be completely open, suits him perfectly.

He's mid-exploration when he wanders into the kitchen, catching her in the process of steeping her tea, probably, while she reads. A cursory glance around the place — it's as nice as the rest of the estate.]

Book's already more interesting than the people here?

[damb]

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a. GREETINGS

[Edamura arrives dressed for the occasion, wearing a crisp blue suit adorned with a red tie, messy hair gelled to the side in a feeble attempt to tame those tousled locks (a few pieces may or may not stick out here or there). he stands rather stiffly, visibly nervous, his duffel bag of personal items slung over his shoulder as he adjusts the tie at his neck. deep breath in. . . deep breath out. . . his gaze flickers up towards the banner for a moment, taking in the strokes of each character, before he gives himself a little fist pump to HYPE HIMSELF UP]

[and then he turns to the nearest character with one hand raised in greeting, an easy smile overtaking his otherwise tense features]

Hello there! My name is Edamura Makoto, but it's okay if you call me Edamura. Let's get along for the next few weeks, all right?

b. profiles

[AND THEN HE FINDS THE PROFILES]

— BEAN?!

[oh, was that loud enough to startle you?? sorry about that!!]

Go ahead and play something.

[-pipes up Verso, who stands at a short distance with his arms crossed, grinning a little lopsidedly. It seems like he's not the only one here who's gravitated towards this apparent music room, which both amuses and intrigues him.]

It's not like you've been shy about anything before now.

[Yes, it was hard to miss the golden retriever energy this man exuded when they first arrived.]

I find people are willing to talk to [ bother ] others whether they're reading or not, so there is no reason I shouldn't enjoy myself while the rest settle in.

[ Though she doesn't seem annoyed at being interrupted, sliding a silky bookmark between the pages and closing the hardcover book. ]

... Besides, it feels too "forced" to go around meeting everyone off the bat.

[ Maybe not for the extroverts, but. Eh. ]

[And here comes Verso, who was pulling away from the group temporarily for his own dose of outdoors reflection — easy for him to fall into the habit, after all, and the grounds around the estate are perfectly suited for it.

But someone's beat him to it, and he pauses in his step up the pavillion, becoming starkly aware of his interruption.]

Oh. Pardon. I didn't think anyone else was out this way.

[ At least she's used to loud people. The accent is familiar, as is the length of name -- shorter than Vaugardians generally have it, but that is the wonder of... gameshows, she guess -- and Odile waits until he has a moment to breathe to introduce herself. ]

Odile. Thank you for the offer, Nicodème, but my bag doesn't need a hand. I would appreciate it if you tested the water temperature for me, however.

[ Honestly she just wants to see if he'll stick his hand in the ponds. ]

[He scoffs, amused a little at the rejoinder. Fair enough, he did interrupt. A shrug of his shoulders.]

If you're worried about things being forced, you might be on the wrong, er, "show." Just take one look at the sleeping situation.

[To say the least.]

But if you'd prefer for others to interrupt you while reading to say hello, instead, well. I'm a regular trailblazer.

a. for arrival;

[Furina's trunk is rather surprisingly plain, but it is large, and it also appears ready to burst open at the seams.

... And she is having to exert considerable effort to pull it all the way into the manor.] ... Maybe I overindulged while packing? But the instructions were so nonspecific. I had no choice but to make my own interpretation of what I might need. [The list apparently included just about everything she owns. She pauses mid-journey to lean across the top of the suitcase. Slump, actually.]

Oh, Surintendante Chevalmarin... I should have listened to your advice. Yes, I'll say my à bientôts shortly...just give me a moment. [Who...is she talking to?]

b. for bedroom and also boy i can really only do this alphabet thing once so i might as well take advantage of it;

... On the floor?

[She managed to get her trunk to the bedroom! Hooray for Furina! But now she's realized that there is in fact only one bedroom and that the futons are intended to be rolled out and set up ... a task that seems a little daunting. She fusses a little with the strap on her trunk.]

Well, this must be the sleeping custom of this land. What if you're used to sleeping by yourself, though? [This sounds so stuck-up bitchless loser of her to say, but she's thinking about comfort and privacy, really!]

c. for cake;

This looks sublime! Almost too pretty to eat, hehe... But even with the fanciest of confections, the taste is equally important as the presentation. Don't mind if I do!

[She'll be taking a slice of that fancy cake and digging off a dainty, perfectly portioned dessert forkful. There's an extended silence for her to savor and evaluate it, then Furina sets her fork down to clap her gloved hands together thrice.]

Delightful! My eyes didn't deceive my stomach after all. [She's thinking about hoarding a second piece for later, but instead... the nearest person is immediately waved over with an enthusiastic hand.] Come try! It'll be better shared.

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Oh, I knew someone who loved collecting rocks, too.

[Did you ask for this comment, Aventurine? He's getting it anyway, because Verso's looking over the profiles nearby, too. He tilts his head in the other's direction and lifts his brows.]

What's so crass about it?

[Esquie would be aghast to hear it.]

[ ... ]

Um. Sure?

[UNLESS HE'S TOO STINKY FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION-]

[Holy shit. It was a little startling, yes, but after the initial jumpscare, Verso just barks out a laugh.

No, he doesn't know the story, but this reaction is pretty telling.]

But also the "Best". [Bean.] Doesn't that count for something?

[He has no idea what it means. Bean Representation?]

Fisheye Lens

[ well, there's at least one participant who seems entirely at home from the get-go. slim, blonde, and with eyes the color of honey, his outfit itself gives off a casual sort of elegance. luka enters the estate entirely at ease, pausing a moment to look at the gardens, expression almost nostalgic, before he heads inside.

once in the interior he smiles, placid, looking at all the manner of cameras tucked away in every nook and cranny. ]

With this many cameras, they'll be sure to get all our good angles, don't you think?

Introduction

[ some time after everyone's settled in, a melody filters through the air, inviting but mysterious. following the tune will lead you to luka, who's made himself at home at the piano, his fingers gliding across the keys.

he'll give a nod to anyone who enters, continuing the song to completion unless interrupted. ]

[ That earns him a short, amused laugh, and she gestures for him to take a seat. Or a lean. Whichever. ]

Ha! I'm used to that, really. I traveled with a group that would usually sleep in the same room. It cuts down on costs.

[ Which is what she's assuming is mostly the case here, since there's really no reason not to at least separate it into two. ]

I don't hate trailblazers, in any case. Someone has to start the well-worn path. [ Better someone witty than loud. ] Do you fancy tea as much as you do trains, Verso?

[Verso's own trunk is ample-sized, but surprisingly sparsely packed. It means that he has much less trouble lugging it to the manor itself, and his faster pace has him coming up on someone who is having... a few issues with the overstuffed size of her luggage, clearly.

He stops as she leans against it.]

No need for au revoir just yet. [Who is she talking to, indeed? He doesn't know.] Need a hand?

An interesting research topic, Ringo. Especially to use as a conversation starter.

[ Girl, please. ]

I have not kissed anyone in decades, nor do I feel a pressing need to in the near future. It was enjoyable in my youth. I would not be wholy adverse to kissing again, should the want arise. But I won't be participating in any social games that require one to do so in order to further an objective, whether that objective be to win a game or bet, or to seek the embarrassment of others, so you can leave my name off the invite list.

[ Is that thorough enough, Miss Two Months Old. Her height suits her age. ]

[He will take a seat at the kitchen island, which I am assuming exists. Some facsimile of it exists now because I said so.]

Oh, me too. [Well, camping. Not sharing a room. But the idea is the same.] But not with this many at once. I'm sure it's going to be a new experience no matter what.

[But at the last bit, he does have to scrunch his face up in a slight cringe.]

Already had a glance at the profiles, did you? In my defense, I didn't know what else to put. But sure... I could go for tea if you're offering.

[He's going to drift towards where a new melody is sifting through the air, because of course he is. When he enters, he offers a lifting brow and a smile, but he won't interrupt the piece.

He'll stand and appreciate, listening to the notes float over him, until he's done.]

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