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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[enscene]

[To be fair, it would have been much more finessed if he hadn't swaggered over so completely plastered, and if Furina had given it time to cook...but her enthusiasm and her belief that her logic is sound are both very strong.]

I knew you'd see it our way with just a bit of negotiation! [Which was...not one of her strong suits while running a nation, either, but don't worry about that.]

Well, then, we should get it all packed up...! Say your goodbyes now!

[gamboler]

[ Right, right! In a manner that is very natural and surreptitious, as all drunks are, he approaches the portable sauna, and offers it a sweeping bow. That nearly sees him toppling over... ]

Farewell, little sauna! You will be missed, but not terribly, for the one I actually wanted will provide a much better experience. And they say money can't buy happiness...

[ It can, especially when it's not your money! ]

[enscene]

[The production budget is buying them a lot of happiness right now, that's for sure.

Furina crosses over to the other side of the sauna and gives it an experimental little tug, the way someone will try to open a locked door. Oof. Ringo might be very alluringly cool and strong, but they didn't think about moving this thing as the two smallest people in the house, really.]

And it's not...even that heavy! It should be no trouble getting it down to the edge of the estate by the pond.

[gamboler]

[ are you sure about that.wav ]

Erm...maybe I should give you a hand with that? I'm sure we'll all make quick work of it together.

[ Despite being a little twink, he's actually fairly strong! ...But also, still very drunk, and he can't seem to figure where, like, the ideal spot to hold onto the sauna is. ]

Oh, heavens. This might take awhile.

[enscene]

Oh, that shouldn't be necessary--wouldn't want anyone to think you were sneaking off, now, hehe! Let me just...!

[She's going to summon the whole Salon Solitaire at this point by "Yoo-hoo!"ing them right out of thin air. They are so extremely not amused with this, but at least they don't start attacking the sauna or Aventurine with their shitty AI.]

See! We have the extra manpower, now we just need to get it around the back side of the house... [Meaningfully, with great intonation.]

[gamboler]

[ It's fine, he's a defensive support unit, he can take these little guys. Though at present, not having any prior knowledge that Furina could summon familiars, he's left to wonder if there wasn't a little something more mind-bending mixed in with one of those drinks he had... ]

Oh. Hello. A pleasure, sirs and madam.

[ He greets the salon with a tip of his hat. Milady. But back to the task at hand: ]

Of course! That will be...the easiest place for you to get it back to the suite from! Let's take care of this, shall we?

[ Can those little guys even grab things...well! They're about to find out. ]

[enscene]

[Okay, first of all, Aventurine, before any attempted sauna movement can occur, a very, very important question.



Did you just "sir" the demure, hardworking, beautiful young lady's maidcrab Mademoiselle Crabaletta?]

[gamboler]

[ Because my eepy brain forgot to actually check the Salon members: yes, yes he did.

𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃 𝙃𝙄𝙈 ]

[enscene]

[Yeah, rest in peace Aventurine.

Furina's reaction time is a little delayed, thanks to several factors--champagne at the very top of the list--and she doesn't see it coming.

Nor will Aventurine, as a fat little armored crab water spirit comes slamming at him like a torpedo from several feet away.]

W-wait, he didn't mean anything by--!

[gamboler]

[ Hey why does he hear battle music all of a sudden— ]

Hm? — Whoa!

[ Like Furina, Aventurine's own reaction time is off, and he isn't able to quite conjure up the Preservation's protection before he's being knocked flat by the little crab-shaped sprite. He's at least able to cushion his fall by instinct, but he still lands sprawled out on his back, dazed and wondering where he went wrong in life. (A normal Tuesday.) ]

...Ach — now I'm all wet!

[ It had to be said. ]