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

Comments

[reverso]

[wow??]

Yes!

[Verso's just a wee bit vain when it comes to certain things.]

I mean, it's nothing earth-shattering, but why's my hair have to grey when everything else stays the same?

[hexensabbat]

Uhh... genetics?

[???]

You look fine, for the record. Dye job's doing a good job. So what's the problem?

[reverso]

[NO IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE BECAUSE [REDACTED] NEVER HAD GREY HAIR!!!!

Verso crosses his arms and makes a 'mmhn' noise, non-committal. How to explain it...?]

When we had all those ghosts wandering around the mansion, did you see Yi Sang's? How it was a reflection of himself, literally, from another world?

[This will be relevant, and sorry Yi Sang, for using your ghost as a springboard.]

[hexensabbat]

Oh, uh.

[A pause as she wracks her brain. Did she.....]

... If I did, I might've just thought it was Yi Sang being weird again. But I'm following the hypothetical. Keep going.

[reverso]

[YI SANG BEING WEIRD AGAIN... valid, though.]

No, it was... another version of himself, I think. The same, but not.

[Anyway.]

I have someone like that. And it's hard not to compare, from time to time. My hair's a reminder, I guess.

[That he has a fault where the other does not.]

[hexensabbat]

[She blinks... slowly...

?]

You've got another version of yourself and he doesn't have to dye his hair?

just e33 spoilers all the time at this rate

[reverso]

[Well, when she puts it like that-]

Yes. He didn't have to. [he's dead now] And how's that fair?

[hexensabbat]

[A snort.

And then she leans back in the water, peering at him.]

... Really not fair at all. But I figure there's more to it than just the hair, right?

[reverso]

[He leans back, too, sighing. This talk has him pushing wet fingers through his hair, which makes those grey streaks messily blend into the black.]

It's, er. Comparison, I guess? One more thing to make me feel lesser.