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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odile

[suibian]

[ And next... is Odile! Wei Wuxian calls her up with hearty enthusiasm. ]

Laopopo, it's your turn!

[ Come on up, old lady. And when she does, she picks Yi Sang. ]

[ It was agreed they would choose each other, but there ceremony is still nerve-wracking in its own way -- not the kind of nervousness she would shy away from, she is not a shy person, but one that makes her uneasy nonetheless.

... The words she speaks are easy though, gaze unwavering as Odile stares at Yi Sang. ]

"I have always liked the way you word things, Yi Sang. I am not... a particularly creative person, nor would I say I am poetic or romantic or anything of the sort -- but I suppose you inspire such in me, if only because I feel it easy to do so when replied to with. There is a card game in Ka Bue that is played much the same: karuta, in which one must snatch the correct ending to a line of poetry or proverb sung out rhymthically by a speaker.

That... is how I feel you and I speak at times."

[ It's a game she enjoys, seeing what might come from each play. Her hands fold into her sleeves, continuing after a moment. ]

"But that is not why I intended to choose you tonight. You are a wanderer. While bereft of direction, I have never once seen you as truly lost nor in need of a guide; I think that your travels, however long they may last, are to be filled with experiences that will ground you, shape you, and help you become someone you may be able to smile at in the mirror. Just as your reflection before did. And I would like to be someone that can be companionable to you in those moments.

Not someone who may set you before a 'right' path, but one who will experience the things you do for as long as you will allow me.

You see," [ with a wry smile, because he and a few others know, ] "I want for someone of the same, who I might travel with and experience such. Someone who..." [ ... ] "Who I can entrust the words of my heart to, faded they may be, and know that they will be understood no matter their manner. You are an honest person, Yi Sang. There is not a drop of deceit in your entire body, no dishonesty where your feelings are concerned, and I admire that in you, as I admire it in a handful of others here:

In Nicodème, who has never shied from saying exactly what he feels to whom he feels it -- in stark contrast to myself, who withholds her less confident feelings from others. In Ringo, who I'm certain doesn't know what it means to lie about one's heart and goes towards what she feels beyond logic without hesitation -- unlike I, who waits at a distance to see what may settle. In Luka, whose recent performance felt overflowing with his heart and dedication -- things I could never hope to match in offer to anyone.

You have been enjoyable company since the moment we met, whether in conversation or in silence, and while I do not believe in fate nor 'clicking' as some of our more heart-based peers do... I cannot deny that since our first match ceremony two weeks ago you have been a consideration of mine. It has sat in my mind since, taking slow shape as to why, until at last I have my answer now."

[ Such a long, long speech, and Odile exhales. ]

"We are 'other'. Whether by our own hands, or by circumstances to which we had no say in -- our searching natures have led us thus to new lands, to new people, and will continue to lead us til at last we find ourselves settled, cozied between others who understand the feeling of being apart. Such a journey is best taken with a friend, rather alone, would you not agree?"

[ Which, you think would be enough but when Yi Sang joins her at the podium, he also speaks. ]

"On a spring day, I made a mirror and named it Yeonsim.

It was a plaything from which we sourced laughter, born of our love of technology as stars rose in our eyes. In the days following the tearing of my wings, I clung to the mirror as it was all I had left . . . until, at my left-handed self's behest, I abandoned it to wander in search of a myth.

Reason dictates that all things come to an end. Thus, I remained apathetic in the faces of joy and sorrow upon my arrival at this estate. As my feet ached from walking for so long, I sought to stop while others around me were in motion; however, it was in that frenetic blur of locomotion that I heard tell of matters such as change and faith, as well as grief.

. . . The night I dreamed, it was neither yellow camellias nor wisteria that greeted me, but the laughter of children who sought joy within each other. Back then, a broken branch was enough to put smiles on our faces. And that was when I began to understand.

A companion rises with you in place of walls, so that you may fly unchained. Their keen eyes reflect the stars in yours as you soar by their side. The fall will come, as does the night; however, so long as you live, the sun will emerge and your wings, too, shall flap once more . . . just as Carl found it in himself to flutter again after the passing of his beloved wife, Ellie."

[ He turns to regard everyone with a soft smile before angling himself to hold Odile's gaze. ]

"And so, my dear fellows . . . while the algorithm's workings elude me, I must insist that I sit with Miss Odile, for that would be most ideal. I have conversed with more than the fox, the rose, and the snake. It is a splendid thing for your thoughts to be received clearly, and grander still to walk these parallel paths. Though I have yet to decide what should lie before me . . . the moon in the pond, no matter how distorted, is unchanging. And such is all I have to say."

[ Wei Wuxian has no idea what to do with any of this. He just gestures for them to lock it in. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ That was so much. She'll clap but wowee. ]

[irreversal]

[ Wait.... Up mentioned?? ]

[nrangel]

[ Haha... what the fuck was all of that? Well, they seem pretty comfortable with their choices, so clapping it is! ]

[reverso]

[He's... he's clapping. Maybe because they were both A Lot means that they're a good match???]

[hexensabbat]

[huh??????]

[fireball]

[ she is not entirely sure what just happened but Odile sure fell on the het sword and as long as they're both pleased with this!! ]

[ordimame]

[that was so many words]





[BUT HE THINKS THEY WERE GOOD ONES!!]

[gamboler]

[ Actually Odile's speech might be enough for him to doze through his hangover...oh, clapping!! ]

[anathemaw]

Such theatrics...

[ yet Messmer remains unmoved, save for the thought that this will be quite a fall if they're not a match. ]

[embellwish]

[ They sure are both poets in their own right... maybe they're the only ones who can really understand and get through to each other. Her smile is wistful, expression difficult to read.

How beautiful. This matchup seems all the more fated. ]

[beatmatching]

[ ... ]

[phenomerom]

[ ... okay yeah, now he gets why Odile was nervous before going on stage. Still, once he's done giving an owlish blink at the sheer volume of All That, he joins in on the clapping. Good for her!(?) ]

[researcherstory]

[ ... How did she outword him-- ]

I feel as if there's nothing else to say then, least of all between us.

[ Wryly, though. It's... nice, hearing him speaks so. No, it may have not been the "correct" choice if logic reigns supreme, but... that isn't so bad, really. Odile smiles slightly at Yi Sang, small but kind. ]

May our conversations speak as clearly in silence as they have with words.