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!"

Comments

[ordimame]

[hah. . . . a lopsided smile]

. . . yeah. That's a good reminder too, La-- . . . mm. Nico.

[finally someone fuckin' got him to stop being so polite all the damn time]

Just in case the results of today's ceremony made anyone feel self-conscious.

[crimsin]

We are a surprisingly mature bunch. I am sure the audience would rather someone punches a wall, but I like this better.

[ordimame]

I don't know! I think there's entertainment value in watching us rise from the ashes of our complete and utter failure like a phoenix, don't you?

[crimsin]

It sounds so harsh when you call it "complete and utter failure."

[ordimame]

[YEAH. . . WELL. . .]

. . . moderately mild failure that we can definitely come back from?