week three | match ceremony

[marriagebroker]

We're back, baby!

The courtyard is lit up with lanterns all over and there is now a second special couch near the Furina and Ringo couch from last week. This is the Verso-Nico couch, if they want to sit in it. But they don't have to! Live your truth, boys! Go sit with your situationships instead!

Wei Wuxian is here, still looking happy after his absence this week, and he is dressed to impress in NOT a hanfu this time, but a modern look. He's liking it, honestly. Look at him sparkle!

"Congratulations, my friends! You are once again free from a blackout and losing a wish as you found a perfect match at yesterday's truth booth. Good job!" Wei Wuxian explains, twirling his flute in his fingers as per usual. "You might still get no lights again otherwise but, uh, let's hope not! I believe in you!"

... Does he?

Either way, he bounces on his feet and calls out, "Team Suibian, it's time to make your picks!" Looks like we're ready to go.

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[ordimame]

[sir]

[ignoring that statement to focus on something else--]

. . . did you sleep at all last night?

[phenomerom]

Oh, yes. I think I got a good half-hour.

1/2

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . . . YES. A SOLID HALF HOUR. THAT IS DEFINITELY ENOUGH]

[ordimame]

[more seriously]

Are you nervous?

[phenomerom]

... it'd be awfully embarrassing for the Enigma Syndrome, after all those ghostly encounters, to be nervous about a little gameshow stage appearance.

[ Yes. ]

[ordimame]

[a beat of silence, before he opens his mouth to say something about that-- but then he is literally the first person called up, and he kind of pauses like a deer caught in headlights. so maybe he isn't one to talk about nerves!!]

[. . .]

. . . haha! Well. . . I'll see you up there.

[playing it. . . very cool. . . as he moves towards the stage]