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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[nrangel]

[ Give her a second to faux consider that. Things are a lot funnier right now that she's three sheets to the wind. ]

What if I wanted some time for myself though, or maybe some really intimate time with someone else?

[hexensabbat]

... Whoa. Do you?

[This is far more important information than the sauna was.]

[nrangel]

Hmmmmmmmmm.

[ There's a melodious quality to her drawn out hum after Ringo asks that question. ]

Do you think there's anyone here I would want to take into it with me?

[gamboler]

[ something extremely lewd and gay is happening over here, should he look away ]

[nrangel]

[ You allergic to yuri too, Aventurine? Just watch the show and enjoy, buster. ]

[hexensabbat]

... Here?

[HERE, HERE?]

Like--right here?

Because I've got my hopes in that case, yeah.

[nrangel]

[ Give her a second, quick blinking. She's misreading this right? Drunk mind with a crush has to be misreading this? ]

Your hopes for what?

[ Except the honesty is up a little right now, and there is some hope in her own voice and expression asking that. ]

[hexensabbat]

[Ringo just props her hands on her hips. She's never been good at subterfuge, so:]

It's not about the sauna, Serpilia. We were hoping you'd come back to the Honeymoon Suite with us. We'll smuggle you in! With the dumb sauna!

If you want to.

1/3

[nrangel]

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2/3

[nrangel]

[ She doesn't know how to handle this. The better part of two weeks spent trying to pretend that she's not feeling a little mopey and disappointed that the way this show works out is to match together couples, and the two girls she "sparked" with as Edamura would say apparently belonged with each other by whatever algorithm or person picked matching system is happening here.

She takes a deep inhale first. ]

3/3

[nrangel]

You better mean that how I think you mean that, or I think I'm going to get embarrassed enough by my own stupid feelings to actually cry right now.

[ She probably wouldn't, but she may go into hiding for at least a day. ]

[hexensabbat]

[Well.

She's not sure how else to get it across beyond just reaching out with gloves hands to cup Serpilia's cheeks, and leaning in to press their lips together.]

... Clear enough?

[...]

Because Furina's next! To kiss you, if that wasn't clear.

[nrangel]

[ Okay, the brackets lied. She might tear up just a little. It's not a full on cry, but her eyes are definitely a little wet as she lets out a relieved, hiccup-y laugh after Ringo pulls back from that kiss. ]

Loud and clear. Yep.

[enscene]

Just how drunk are you? [Aventurine was more obvious...and maybe she is also a little more obvious.

But Serpilia's not like, too drunk-drunk, right? Soggily checking her pupils as we speak. Which probably does mean holding her face.]

[nrangel]

[ She'll lean in for it, laughing a little more. ]

Sober enough to know what I'm doing.

[ So with her face nice and close to Furina's, she'll lean in the rest of the way to press a small peck to her lips. Though as she pulls back a bit and gives Furina one of her usual smiles, she will admit: ]

But I would maybe not trust me to drive a car right now.

[enscene]

[Eeping ever louder, fumbling for her hands.]

Please don't cry!

[nrangel]

[ Her laughter is louder this time as she takes Furina's hand in her own, squeezing it affectionately. She is a little misty eyed right now, but she's not crying. ]

You guys are making it really hard not to right now.

[ That is a lot of fondness in her voice. ]

[enscene]

Was it something we said? [Sniffles, though she is smiling a little.]

[enscene]

[Tiniest eep noise.]

[hexensabbat]

[Too strong?

It's the only way Ringo knows how to be, though, so she just gives Furina a shrug.]

[enscene]

[A little fussy whine, clumsy and earnest. Come ooonnnn, Serpilia, work with her here!]

If you saw how the two of us were living over there, you'd understand! We're absolutely desperate. Think about how absolutely desperate things will be without Aventurine, too! And you. [Despite eyes that get very big for various unnecessary luxuries, Furina has never seemed particularly fussed about having the perfect living conditions. So maybe she's trying to go somewhere with this.]

[nrangel]

[ It would probably be a lot easier if the two of them weren't drunk in some ways, though perhaps more difficult in others.

One way it's easier is the way Serpilia's inhibitions are running low enough for her to go and lean against Furina's side a little as she croons out a: ]

Awww, Furina. You miss my company so much you're replacing me with a cheap sauna, huh?

[ Definitely teasing at least. ]

[enscene]

[A tinier eep than the one Ringo will get in a few minutes, and tinier still than the third one that'll come moments later. This is basically a mouse noise as Serpilia leans into her personal space.]

First of all, I don't want to replace you with a sauna or anything else! This is definitely the kind of thing I'd buy and then think about returning the next day... And second of all... second of all...

[gamboler]

If you were going to miss my presence so much, you all should have made more of an effort to vote for me today! Such a cruel roll of the die...

[ A beat... ]

But perhaps we could take fate into our own hands, if you're so put out about it.

[enscene]

[She pokes a finger at him, then... leans in, actually, so she can poke it right against his chest.]

You know that we don't even get to cast votes anymore! We're basically sitting ducks in this situation. We've returned to participate in deliberations, but we're essentially your box seat audience right now.

[Furina much prefers to put it that way, rather than leaving it to fate. She's had enough of its hand hanging over her head, fingers twined around a guillotine pull. But she also knows that fate isn't so easily controlled or circumvented. Oh, how she knows it. His laissez-faire proposal almost makes her snort.]

And just how do you propose we handle that?