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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[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?