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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[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. ]