week three | mingle

[marriagebroker]

No outright changes this week either. Week three rolls around, braced for impact as ever. The estate is still intact, the contestants are still motivated, things are looking good.

Well, aside from the fact you all had a blackout this weekend. That wasn't so good.

Either way, when Monday rolls around, Wei Wuxian seems to be in a cheery mood as he greets everyone Monday morning.

"Everyone, come here, come here. I have an announcement!"

Better go see what that's about, huh?

Boom Boom Room | Dates | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

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[reverso]

[Verso cracks and eye open, tilting his head to look over at Odile from where he’s relaxing. He’s— huh?

Gutters a laugh.]

Er. Merci, I think?

[odile you’re not drunk are you-]

[researcherstory]

[ She is





understanding why someone might claim they can handle the heat of the hot spring and proceed to nearly drown holding their breath beneath the surface once what she'd said catches up to her, actually, but thankfully only her legs are remaining in the water rather than the whole of her. ]

... You're welcome.

[ Wanting another swing of sake, really. But fine. The water is very interesting. ]

I meant to say-- You look like you're enjoying yourself, Verso.

[reverso]

[Still amused, he gives a huff. A, er, compliment is not something he terribly minds, even if poor Odile just fumbled herself into it, and embarrassingly so.]

Tripping over your own tongue, Odile? Or are you starting to lose your filter after these few weeks of sharing our company?

[But he waves a hand, clearly inoffended, but he has to tease.]

So bold!

[researcherstory]

[ She should've stuck to indirect flirtations. Or maybe just admitting he was ruggedly handsome instead of. Whatever her muddled brain decided was a compliment. Odile huffs softly, kicking his shoulder lightly. ]

I have always been bold, haven't I? Just not in... this way.

[ Rather out of practice... not that she used this to Get Bitches before but. ]

Do forget it, though. Those are words that are best kept between gossip companions.

[reverso]

[He sways playfully with that kick.]

What, am I not a fellow gossip companion? I'm hurt.

[(no)(to both)]