week one | overflow

[marriagebroker]

Ok, weirdos.

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

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[researcherstory]

And risk being potentially side tracked by an easy answer?

[ Which is a possibility, of course... ah, she has to consider her choice. Much thinking to be done tonight. ]

The outcome is as good as any, though lessening our numbers would have been ideal.

[ Yi Sang do not enter-- ]

[nrangel]

Fair enough. I guess an early win might have made us a little too ready to try the same thing again.

[researcherstory]

And then we'd be just as lost, if not entirely put off by our quick victory and just as quick fall.

[ So! Bottom up is fine by her, really. ]

We're still learning about one another. We may have a better idea next week. And certainly, tomorrow we will have an idea of potential matches regardless of if we choose correctly or not. I think we're in a fine position, Serpilia.

[nrangel]

Maybe it's a flaw of mine, but it's hard not to want at least one win right away. Not really how these kind of things work though, is it?

[ Ah well... ]

I guess as long as we get a couple right, we'll still be on the right track.

[poans]

1/2

[researcherstory]

[ ... ]

2/2

[researcherstory]

[ Yes, okay, she stepped into that, she remembers why he rang last time-- ]

Have you any thoughts, Yi Sang? Or do you plan to let your feet wander 'til a root stumbles you?

[poans]

[Her way with words, as ever, would be a delight if he were capable of such stimulation.]

I find the data on hand to be insufficient for either establishing or ruling out a specific pattern. At best, we now are aware that Miss Yingying and Luka are not a match.

[nrangel]

[ Oh? What's he doing lurking over there? Weird.

(Little does she know). ]

Yeah, doesn't tell us much, huh? What are you thinking? Considering you're one of the people who has to pick soon.

[poans]

[Yes, weird is he.]

. . . Nothing.

[nrangel]

You're... not thinking anything?

[poans]

I have no predictions of my own to utter.

[researcherstory]

[ He has three weeks to be stimulated. ]

That is correct. For better and worse, we have marked off one potential from the dozens of combinations at our fingertips. Proof enough, at least, that physical attraction is not necessarily what makes a match, though I see little reason for them to cease their...

[ ... ]

Courtship, should they both like to continue forward. It seems rather freeing for fate to have no part in their interest of one another.

[ Especially given Yingying's apparent feelings about "fate", quietly unspoken as they are to Odile. ]

[poans]

[Odile's distaste for fate is also apparent again. As it has no bearing on the conversation at hand, he simply notes this for himself.]

Mm. The matches are merely a feature of the game, after all. As the Overseer advised, they should be free to choose whom they pursue on their respective journeys.

[researcherstory]

Indeed.

[ She'll lapse into silence for a moment, watching him. ]

While you have yet to have a disagreement with anyone... is there any whom you have felt more-- at ease, with? For the respite you mentioned, if only for the moment. [ Something like what Edamura had mentioned, a kind of... walls down comfort, but flavored Yi Sang. ] I would suggest you look within, and perhaps choose among the names that rise from that, if nothing else.

[ Just as. Something for him to have direction with, since he seems to lack it. And Odile has a surplus of purpose. ]

[poans]

[He takes a deep, muted breath. Direction is sound. It guides his thoughts, cutting the excess and tangles out into unwieldy chunks that scatter in his mind.]

While I feel no more at rest with one single player, if I were to choose a name from each team using a certain definition of ease . . . it would be you or Miss Yingying.

[anathemaw]

'Tis as he speaketh. Presuming anything from this singular point would be foolish indeed when it was naught but guesswork. A point of comparison is needed.

[poans]

What of you, Messmer? Have you aught else you'd like to impart in regard to the ceremony tomorrow?

[anathemaw]

[ coolly, he shakes his head. ]

I've no insight here. Only that thy positions are understood. When one amongst thee must choose me, I shall harbor no misgivings.

[poans]

Do you harbor reservations about your selection?

[scooptimistic]

Wait, I didn't get your thoughts!

[ I mean, yes, he said them to Odile, but that doesn't count because that was a cop-out-- ]

[poans]

[It counts to him.]

I believe I have already iterated them to Misses Odile and Serpilia . . .

[scooptimistic]

I missed part of it. Go on.

[ You don't get to duck out of this. ]

[poans]

. . . Which part might that be?

[scooptimistic]

"Part" as in "all."

[ Yep! ]

I also wanted to see if you had the slightest inclination for considerations!