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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rager....2!!! (or no rager just have a nice friday night, either way)

[enscene]

[While it seems a little mean to make Nico do work after his Truth Booth win, Furina will obligingly wait for him to build her a little platform so she can be tall and clap clap to get the attention of the group. It's taller than the counter. Furina is the tallest!!!! (except Messmer)]

My esteemed friends! [It's getting easier to say that. Furina beams a little at how simply it comes out.] Congratulations on another victory! Our chances of triumphing over this entire game are nearly guaranteed.

And congratulations to the pair certified by the Truth Booth today! I imagine it feels good to have your intuition validated in such a way... I know because I felt the same way.

What a shame we couldn't stay at the hot springs, hm? It would have made the perfect venue for our celebration this evening! Victories should be applauded, as long as we don't lose sight of the strategy we just proposed. [With a flourish to all of the people who have been putting their all into the discussion, like Rom, Odile, and Poppy. Heroes all!]

Speaking of proposals [not like that,] Aventurine has suggested live entertainment...physical activity...fireworks, or a bit of a swim to liven things up this time. If anyone knows of any creative social activities we haven't yet tried, this may be our final chance to enjoy them! Don't be shy about throwing them into the hat, as it were. [And Furina, who is really not much of a party-goer despite...all of this....would like all of the suggestions she can get. She's always been a tea party girlie.] Perhaps you can practice your talents for the showcase Ringo and I have planned for our final week together, hehe!

Ahem... To Nicodème and Verso! And to all of us!

[Y'all know the drill. Go be sloppy. Furina will be around to be social and bright for at least the first part of the night.]

a thing dwbi

[enscene]

((for aventurine, ringo, and serpilia for now.......perhaps to be expanded?? watch this space))

[Later in the night, Furina is definitely bubbly from all of the bubbly, and she has a very fun and good and clever plan to enact.

Enter Furina, stage left, on the side garden of the estate. With sotto voice, she gestures to the smaller, shittier personal sauna displaced by the Costco delivery of the extremely expensive wooden one that landed earlier today.]

All I'm saying is that so long as they have the designer one here, there's no need for two portable steam relaxation chambers at one house! Besides, there will be four of us on the other estate, and we have no need of a six-person one. It's only fair. [She monologues, quite convincingly, in case she's overheard by mic or camera or passerby.]

[hexensabbat]

[Ringo is... not near as convincing, but lord knows she's trying. She's just a little too loud, grinning a little too much.]

Yeah, yeah, exactly!

So!

Let's bring it back to the Honeymoon Suite. Noooo need to bother the crew with it!

[enscene]

[Hehe... her enthusiasm is pretty infectious, though. Wow, she's so kissable...

Focus, Furina. All that means is that Furina just has to be more enthusiastic and a little more furtive.]

It certainly can't be that heavy, can it? With the two of us and my Salon, and maybe one or two assistants from the house... Nothing to it!

[gamboler]

[ He's just standing man emoji right here, watching this unfold, tipping down his sunglasses (it's nighttime, sir) to look disapprovingly at them over his frames. ]

Now, now, I'm sure I didn't hear that right - you two couldn't be planning to hijack my sauna.

[ ...He is also hammered, good luck to all. ]

pocky game!!

[irreversal]

An activity, huh...

[ Shoko reaches for the Costco box of Pocky snacks she and Aventurine brought back, opening a pack and holding a stick up much like she would hold one of her cigarettes. ]

I'm sure some of you know about the Pocky Game, but I'll explain for those who don't. Two people hold the two ends of this Pocky in their mouths and gnaw on it bit by bit together. You can imagine what might happen once they get close to the middle, yeah?

[ some of y'all need to KISS. ]

The first person to drop the Pocky or pull away loses.

[ NOW GO FORTH... there's all sorts of flavors available; they got a variety pack! ]

[embellwish]

[ Lol. Lmao, even. This sounds like it'll be akin to taking candy from a baby.

Yingying waggles a strawberry flavored pocky back and forth, pursing her lips. ]

Mm, wouldn't it be fun if the winner gets something, in the end? [ So there's incentive not to lose??? ] And what if it's a tie, hmm?

[irreversal]

You get a kiss either way, hopefully.

[ she tips her head to one side. ]

Unless you're talking about something more, Yingying?

[embellwish]

It's just one little kiss.

[ What's the big deal? Of course there could be more to the prize?? ]

Though, I suppose there's not much left for us to wager, is there... [ everyone put all their information out already... ] Oh — what if the loser had to drink?

[ That was a pretty common thing in her homeland, or having to gamble and place bets. There's no shortage of alcohol, after all. ]

[researcherstory]

[ ... Furina's flourish had caught Odile mid-stepping out, but Shoko's suggestion does catch her interest. If only because this has a little more control to it than spin the bottle.




Not that she's going to lose. All the different flavors... She'll choose matcha pocky as her weapon of choice. ]

This brings me back. [ Hmmm. ] I never lost a single battle in my youth, and I doubt I will now.

[ So she

guesses she can join this silly game. ]

[irreversal]

[ Matcha, a good choice. Not too sweet. ]

Well, maybe don't think of it like a battle...

[researcherstory]

I will think of it as no more than that.

[ Sorry. ]

[gamboler]

[ Calling it "gnawing" puts an interesting picture in his head, but...he gets the idea. Not that it would stop him either way; he's a little too drunk to care much about following the rules to a tee.

Reaching into the box, he pulls out a strawberry-flavored one! ]

Alright, Miss Shoko! You and me. Let's play this little "Pokey" game of yours.

[ He already sticks one end between his teeth. Come and get him!! ]

[irreversal]

[ Sorry he's beyond gnawing now that he's a regular juicebox?? Damn... ]

Heeh, you're pretty drunk, aren't you? Well, if you're ready to lose, then sure.

[ She will fearlessly come up to him and take the other end of the Pocky. ]

Let's go.

[gamboler]

[ Yes, because Nico doesn't gnaw on him like a zombie?! He's got some class.

Anyway, he laughs as she draws close and takes the other end of the Pocky in her mouth, biting off a little bit at his end. Just a lil' warmup! ]

You sure about that? I'm pretty good with my mouth.

[gamboler]

[ social games, huh...time for RUSSIAN ROULETTE

except he doesn't have a gun. And this is a party! He's got his plans for tomorrow locked in, they're high off their victory, and he's looking to smother some unpleasant emotions! It's the perfect recipe to get absolutely hammered. He will just come up to anyone and throw an arm around their shoulder, pressing a finger into their chest and whisper conspiratorially: ]

Don't tell anyone, but I'm going to miss you the most.

[ Okay. He also may just hand you a shot of something that smells very sharp and looks very clear. ]

Don't overthink it, my friend! Just try it. What's the worst that could happen?

[ It's a rhetorical question. ]

[embellwish]

[ im here to support aventurine getting schwasted

But urgh, she recognizes that sharp scent of liquor. The kind of stuff her uncles would drink straight from the gourd. She never did it much herself... but there's a first time for everything right? And he's right, this will all end soon. There's only so much time left to experience new things. ]

Looking to have fun, are you? [ """"fun""""" ] If you'll do it with me, then...

[ she'll take the shot with him, who gaf, ]

[gamboler]

[ tysm he needs support in these trying times...

...but they truly do only have so much time left, and after this, it's...well. That's part of the problem, isn't it? He doesn't want to think about what's after, so leaving the shot glass in Yingying's hands, he turns back to the counter to take another, lifting it enthusiastically. ]

I thought you'd never ask, Miss Yingying. Come on, let's do it together.

[ ...Okay. Anyway. ]

On the count of three?

[researcherstory]

[ This is too friendly for her, even from Aventurine, she's very gently taking his arm off her shoulder. She is also not drunk enough for this. Thank you. ]

That, I doubt very much. Is it so wise to drink your weight in alcohol before bed, Aventurine?

[gamboler]

[ A snort of laughter escapes him. ]

No need to be such a wet blanket, Miss Odile! The night is young, and you only live once!

[ Any hangover he has to deal with is a problem for tomorrow's Aventurine. ]

[poans]

[The worst is that he might end up like Aventurine here. Yi Sang is not ready to throw himself at his fellow players in a drunken stupor at this time, so he makes no move to accept the shot.]

No . . . thank you. More importantly, Aventurine, are you sound?

[gamboler]

[ "At this time"...does that mean it might happen later? So long as Aventurine might have a shot...he has the distinct impression that Yi Sang might make a very fun drunk.

But entirely ignoring the question, he's frowning sharply. ]

How hurtful! I'm always sound, Yi Sang. Don't you worry. [ No amount of alcohol could make him forget— ] Let's talk about you, instead. A little birdy on the wisteria branch told me you're...how to put it? Ah — oblivious.

[crimsin]

[ Aventurine can't throw an arm around him if Nico comes up and gives him a hug from behind first. How drunk are you, buddy? ]

Aventuriiiine. What is this I hear about you telling everyone you will miss them more than me?

[gamboler]

[ Oh, very! And instinctively, he's leaning back against Nico, before his mind really catches up with him, because, well, the drunkenness. It's one hell of a day, and they haven't had much of a chance to catch up... ]

Oh, there you are, handsome! [ Reaching up to pat Nico's cheek. ] Don't you worry, I'll miss you the mostest of the most, because...I like-like you. You're leaving tonight, aren't you? For the secret clubhouse.

[ He says that very surreptitiously, which also makes him giggle. He's a silly drunk, at least?! To balance out the Sober Depression and Anxiety. ]

a thing, the sequel

[enscene]

[Later into the night, like a couple of hours later, though early enough that some celebrants are probably still awake...

A golf cart will pull into the manor with the portable sauna strapped to it like the tree in Christmas Vacation.

The beleaguered PA driving it will deposit his four defeated and tipsy passengers, each of them stuck with a spare leaf or twig here or there, and leave them to their own devices. They will rejoin the festivities at this point. Yay!]