week one | overflow

[marriagebroker]

Ok, weirdos.

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

Comments

[scooptimistic]

[ Shh we don't talk about it. ]

It was just a thought I had. If they end up matched, then maybe it's what everyone was first thinking. If not, we can consider other factors.

[reverso]

Maybe...

[What they need. That sounds rather self-reflective, requiring plenty of introspection. And sharing!! yeah no thanks]

Here's hoping it's the easier option, actually.

[scooptimistic]

For their sake or yours?

[ A little nudge. ]

[reverso]

[A little wobble, and excuse you!! He nudges back.]

You're not one to talk.

[scooptimistic]

That's not an answer! And I'm not saying one's more ideal than the other, but we should take it into consideration either way!

[ Gosh! ]

[reverso]

[It wasn't an answer, really. But it seems to be the first time that Verso's considered it'll take more than just flirting and good chemistry to find their matches.

An uncomfortable thought, but for his wish... he'll just have to, won't he? Maybe just small baby steps at a time, until it's enough.]

Mmn. [Grunt of acceptance, maybe.] If they end up not matching, I'll consider it. I'm stubborn, but I'm not going to stand in the way of winning.

[scooptimistic]

I appreciate that. And obviously, I won't hide myself away either.

[ Well. Probably. She'll try. ]

[reverso]

[Shaking hands in "probably."]

Good. One more thing for me to hold you to.

[scooptimistic]

Why does that sound so ominous??

[ Hello?? ]

[reverso]

Someone has to keep you in line!

[Cleary joking because she's not been a troublemaker?]

[poans]

[She said it . . . ]

[scooptimistic]

[ is

is he about to appear

is he summoned ]

[poans]

[After the last couple times, he knows better than to announce himself so suddenly.

Therefore, he's standing there awkwardly.]

[scooptimistic]

[ Offers him the popcorn bucket once she realizes. ]

[poans]

[He slowly partakes of a palm's worth.]

Thank you.

[scooptimistic]

Don't mention it! What are your thoughts for this, Yi Sang?

[ Journalist... ]

[poans]

I have naught to say until the booth of truth has spoken.

[scooptimistic]

[ Well.

She waits patiently, and when the verdict comes, she lifts an eyebrow at him.

Yes, go on. ]

[poans]

[He's walked himself into a corner. Yi Sang takes a moment to gather his thoughts, which ultimately turns out to be fruitless when he's interrupted by Wei Wuxian's whistling. Perhaps he'll finally be able to put voice to his unspoken words in the following discussion . . . ]

[reverso]

[NOT AGAIN]