week one | match ceremony

[marriagebroker]

Today's Match Ceremony starts the moment the sun goes down. They will be led to a courtyard on the estate, filled to the brim with lanterns of all kinds and plush couches and chairs for them to sit on. The place is lit bright by the lanterns and the vibe is very cozy. There will be a few camera crews lingering around, ready to catch sight of the contestants as they settle in and get comfortable. There is also food and beverages, some alcohol, some non-alcoholic, for everyone to partake in.

In the center of the courtyard is a stage, hanging above it are eight lanterns, none of which are lit up. Wei Wuxian stands in the middle, dressed to impress for tonight's festivities. In one hand, he has his flute, in another, a cup of huangjiu. He lifts it merrily, giving a laugh before knocking back the alcohol and tossing the cup away. (A staff member nearby catches it, thank god.)

"Welcome, everyone! To your first match ceremony! I am your humble host and we're here to see if chemistry can happen, even under duress~!"

A staff member nearby grimaces at that. It might be the same staff member who caught the cup. It's fine, the producers won't punish him. Probably.

But characters will notice that there is a podium next to the stage for them to lock in their answers.

"For those who are new to this, let's talk about how this works. First, I will call up one of the members of Team Suibian and they will go to the podium over here, make a choice of who they think their match is, and together you will press your hands to the podium to lock it in."

He gives a hum, twirling the flute in his hand a few times before grasping it by the end and using it to point at the contestants.

"As a result of your choices, the lanterns above me will light up with however many perfect matches you've chosen. It is your job to figure out which of the choices made tonight are indeed perfect matches. If you aren't able to get any of them right, you will get a black out. Which means, someone will lose their wish. Don't do that!"

He'll let his warning hang for a moment before smiling, tapping his shoulder lazily with the flute and then grinning broadly.

"With that, let's get started."

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Each character of Team Suibian will be called in random order, under the selections top level. Feel free to react there!

After the matches, the results top level will reveal how many are right!

Otherwise, feel free to use this log for any reactions, catherding, whatever you want for the match ceremony.

Comments

[embellwish]

[ Surprised blink, because that was so much more than she ever expected Yi Sang to say about anyone while picking them? He really does say the most sensitive sounding things, with a totally not matching expression...

She comes up though, patting around the front of his outfit, seemingly out of nowhere, as if looking for something. ]

Did you bring a cheat sheet, sweetheart? That sounded just like a poem.

[ The words are fond, not accusatory.... she even looks a little taken off guard, for once. ]

[poans]

[He blinks back at the touch. There is nothing, because he owns nothing. It's just him and the clothes he arrived at the manor in, once drenched in rainwater and now dried.]

The words were my own.

[Ones he spent all night and morning putting together. He seems to pause at his own voice, though. What a novel thought.]

[embellwish]

[ Given how much he was struggling yesterday, and how he must be totally incapable of lying, that simple phrase is almost more heartfelt than the words themselves. Yingying's smile turns a little helpless, and she loops her arm with his while they descend from the podium. ]

I want to hear them more and more, okay? [ Whether they're about her, or someone else... if this is what he's like when he lets himself choose and craft his own words, she wants him to blossom into it being his norm. ] I'm happy you picked me.

[poans]

[While his eyes are ever avoidant of hers, he sees the shifting curl of her lips from where he's looking slightly off to the side. It's a potent expression, so her gaze must burn even brighter. He adjusts his arm to give hers room when they loop, and he's too wrapped up in his ponderous thoughts that he almost neglects to use his words again. He glances from the edge of the podium on their way down to her, then nods.]

. . . As you wish.