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?

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[anathemaw]

[ He's so obvious that it's actually somewhat funny, even to Messmer. The barest hint of amusement curls his lips. ]

I pray thee gamble not, O lightless one. Thy face will make a beggar of thee.

[ he shuffles the next card out of its envelope; one of his snakes swims back over to him, and Messmer holds the card in front of it. ]

"One of you has your dad's old shirt." [ the only time anyone will hear Messmer speak in regular English... ] ... This secret, too, hath no guilt to it.

[ordimame]

[ssssssighs]

[. . .]

[mouths the words 'o lightless one']

[and then does a double-take when Messmer speaks in normal words??]

Maybe their dad passed away, and it's embarrassing for them to admit they kept a memento. . .?

[anathemaw]

... All would forgive sentimentality towards a parent long missing.

[ he should know... ]

[ordimame]

[. . . yeah]

I know I would. That's not even something you can tease someone about.

[when he thinks about it. . . he doesn't have very many of his mother's possessions left, does he? just the small collection of capsule toys he had gotten her while she had been sick]

[anathemaw]

[ good job bringing down the mood, Messmer... as expected. He simply inclines his head in a short nod, setting that card aside, as well - although in a different pile, seeing as he can't begin to guess who it might belong to. Presumably, everyone here has a dad who wore a shirt (other than Ringo, anyway.)

The next one, once again held up to his snake: ]

"One of you turned down a girl because of..." [ he trails off, eye narrowing. ]

[ordimame]

[MESSMER NO!!!]

[but Edamura is grateful to move on, chin lifting as he tries to peer at the card Messmer is reading]

Because of. . .?

[anathemaw]

[ he sighs, shutting his eye and leaning back in the water. ]

"Your mom."

[ with a dour expression, he puts that card in the "solved" pile. ]

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . .]

Do you know who owns that one?

[anathemaw]

[ ................... ]

Wouldst thou pry the words from my lips?

[ he sighs, but looks a little troubled. Now, looking back, he feels like a fool... ]

[ordimame]

[oh]

[it's]

[it's Messmer]

[help]

Not for all of the money in the world. Moving on--!

[anathemaw]

Indeed.

[ he's vaguely surprised that Edamura doesn't pose any questions - and that nervous reaction, too. One of the serpents floating in the water angles its head towards him inquisitively, tongue flickering. ]

... Thy nerves I sense. [ a beat. ] Thou art yet afraid of me?

[ even when he's sitting here butt-ass naked in a big bathtub, reading a humiliating note? He supposes there's nothing to be done for his face - or his curse. ]

[ordimame]

[HE'S JUST TRYING TO BE POLITE. . . either way, Edamura blinks at the snake first, before turning his gaze back to Messmer]

Afraid? I don't think I've ever been afraid of you. . .

[especially not now!]

I just didn't think you-- uuuh, the bearer of that secret-- wanted to talk about it!

[anathemaw]

[ it says more about Messmer that he automatically assumed it was a fear reaction rather than just politeness... he blinks, making a small noncommittal noise of acceptance and bowing his head. ]

Most here would not be by that measure stopped.

[ everyone is NOSY!! ]

[ordimame]

Well, most people here are nosy and obnoxious, so.

[stifles a yawn. HE IS NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS (he is one of those things)]