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

[phenomerom]

[ No, no, the word choice is good. Great, even. He has enough of a headache thinking about his upcoming choices on his own; having to factor in other people's thoughts on top of that is exponentially worse, so please. ]

Two weeks certainly would be spicy, haha. [ So no, he doesn't like cutting it that close. ] But of course. Calling out our options now so we can consider them over the next week was a fine idea. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.

[ A small exhale. He's tired. ]

-- ah, myself? Do you mean in terms of my choices for the next ceremony?

[fireball]

[ Good, he's conceding that she's right. Of course she is. Poppy nods, as pleased as she's going to get amid the circumstances.

And she is also kind of tired, so it's time to go a bit more gentle (via a friendly little elbow to his side. ]

Nah, I mean in general. Figure you could use a break from people who don't even know what rizz means.

[ Helping. Offering to help. By being friendly or whatever. ]