week two | match ceremony

[marriagebroker]

Tonight, we're back in the courtyard. It looks similar to last week with the slight exception, there is now a plush couch near the stage, and a single lantern already lit above the stage. There's still food, drinks, all sorts of things available for the contestants to snack on and enjoy.

On the stage is Wei Wuxian, looking presentable in his hanfu for today. He's busy twirling his flute in hand as he waits for the contestants to show up and find their places, and when they do he'll extend both arms out, welcoming the cast.

"Second match ceremony! You're exempt from a black out tonight because you've already found one of the matches."

He'll gesture to that couch from earlier, which seems to be The Special Seat for Ringo and Furina to sit at if they'd like.

"Now, we know how this goes so let's not delay anymore! Team Wangji, it's your turn to announce your matches!"

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Messmer

[suibian]

[ Now it's time for Wei Wuxian's Favorite Contestant. Does everyone know Messmer is Wei Wuxian's fave? Eh, well, now they do because he straight up says — ]

Messmer! My favorite contestant! [ Yeah. ] Come, make your pick.

[ Yeah, okay. So, Messmer will come forth and pick... Verso. ]

"Noble Verso. Thy trust and kindness hath not fallen upon a listener unaware. Thou standest apart from thy kin." [ His voice has a touch of apology to it, despite his words. ] "There is much yet unknown to thee. Let us speak once more."

[ Wei Wuxian looks pleased by this. Again for reasons. Dwbi.

Lock it in, fellas! ]

[researcherstory]

[ Hmmmmmm.

Good for them. ]

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . this pair is EYE CANDY]

[reverso]

[Oh-! A part of him is surprised and genuinely pleased as he clears his throat and makes his way up to the stage. He straightens his collar.]

Left an impression, didn't I?

[Sorry, he has to tease a little. But then, more sincerely-]

I'm glad, though, really. [ ... ] I still have things I need to say, too, so— You know.

[anathemaw]

[ why is wei wuxian like this...... Messmer gives him a withering stare, but otherwise ignores his enthusiastic doting.

Verso seems pleased. It's a temporary thing, no doubt, but Messmer is, at least, content to be accepted in the moment. It's very much not his style to be the one to reach out first - for anything, really. ]

Aye. Thou hast been a friend to me. I should not squander thy kindness. [ a pause. ] Yet still we play a game. Be not burdened by expectation.

[reverso]

Oh, mon ami. I haven't lost sight of this being a game.

[No, and he knows that it should be easier to not acknowledge the burden of... expectation, anyway. But he has to be honest-]

But I'm happy you picked me. I do mean that.

[Offers his hand. Shall they lock in?]

[anathemaw]

[ Verso... Again, Messmer seems faintly apologetic, a resigned sadness dogging the edges of his expression. He can distantly feel inside some part of him that should be glad, too, to be met so warmly, but it's as if he's remembering an emotion that someone else felt. One he knows he should feel, but can't quite manage to reach. ]

... Nor will I yet take thy happiness from thee.

[ that's the best he can do. He takes the offered hand, enveloping it in his own. ]

[reverso]

[That sadness again. What was it that Renoir always said? That great art is both window and mirror, reflected in both themselves and in others. And in Messmer, a tragic and divine soul both, he sees art in this moment— and he sees a bit of himself reflected in him, too.

He takes his hand. A little squeeze. Nothing more needs to be said right now.

They lock in.]

[hexensabbat]

[HELL yeah!!!! Get it, Messmer!!!!]

[scooptimistic]

[ d'awww! ]

[crimsin]

[ Oh!!! He's definitely clapping for them both. How wonderful! ]

[fireball]

[ wait, his favourite? is that even legal

too distracted by that to really register Messmer's words for Verso. only claps when she realizes who's joined him on stage ]

[gamboler]

[ ERMEGERD VERSSMER!!!!!!

Clapping with vigor. They look good up there together. ]