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

[anathemaw]

Why must I justify thy inane thoughts?

[fireball]

Because otherwise I'm going to think I'm right. [ (threat) ]

[anathemaw]

Think what thou wilt. Perhaps thou wouldst more benefit in turning foolish musings to thine own match.

[fireball]

[ Her own match, which is probably hopeless, because she's been alone her whole life and has no idea how to fix it or she would have already, and she just got definitively ruled out from the first person here she felt a strong connection with.

Poppy stares. Narrows her eyes. ]

You know what? Fuck you.

[ Turns on her heel to walk away. ]