week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[poans]

[Yi Sang takes a look at the glass in his hand. His eyes slide shut as he takes in the aroma, then reopen thereafter.]

It is heavy and full-bodied, yet mild still. You spoke of its age . . . As a wine's flavor profile is said to deepen and grow in complexity with time, the depth of its color reflects its exact point in the aging process. Thus, it is a taste that will not be experienced for a second time once this moment has passed.

[gamboler]

[ ...

Yi Sang is truly such a delightfully unpredictable person. Aventurine chuckles, leaning a forearm against Yi Sang's shoulder. ]

Well said indeed! If you keep pulling out poetic words like those, you might just have a career in this, you know.

[poans]

I shall not, as wine tasting is beyond my faculty.

[He does not want to spend his days potentially inebriated . . . though he is, in fact, in desperate need of a career.]

[gamboler]

[ Now it's time for them to taste the cheese: first up is a nice, fresh gruyere, in honor of our Frenchies, and also that time I accidentally bought $40 of gruyere from the grocery store. ]

What would your dream job be, then? Indulge my curiosity, if you will.

[poans]

[He eyes the gruyere, noting its marked smell.]

I do not know.

[Jobs are taken for survival in the City, which means exploiting others. There are no dreams to be realized in that.]

All I know . . . is that I do not want to return to my previous professions.

[gamboler]

[ ...That's something he can relate too all too well. He nearly says as much, but as ever, he remains painfully aware of the cameras, that they are watching him. Diamond is watching him. ]

Is that so... [ Idly, he picks at the gruyere with his fingernail. ] And will you not return? When this is all over?

[ There must be somewhere better he can go. He needn't return to the...squares. ]

[poans]

In my glibness, I have rendered myself no longer welcome to the district of my previous residence. My only recourse is to relocate to another.

[ . . . and begin the cycle anew. He takes a thin stick of gruyere from the board and appraises it between his fingers, setting the tired thought aside.]

[gamboler]

[ To relocate, huh...a change in department, then, but would he still be in the same system that's broken him down as he is now? ]

Are you sure you want to return at all? To your world, I mean.

[poans]

[He raises the gruyere for sampling, only to lower his hand at the question.]

Where else would I go?

[gamboler]

[ That's...the other half of the question, isn't it? It's not as though Aventurine can volunteer to let Yi Sang come back to the IPC with him. That's no better than where he'd be leaving from, but the sound of it. Again, Aventurine is just struck by the desire to...want better, for the friends he's made, here. ]

That's something you'd have to decide for yourself. But don't forget...you've made friends and allies here.

[ maybe they should all just go back to poppy's earth it seems fine ]