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.

Comments

[anathemaw]

Yi Sang is ill-matched most of all. I can offer him no succor, nor he I.

[ what is he basing this on? Vibes. They've spent enough time together for Messmer to guess that they'd just be two miserable lumps. ]

And Luka hath made his distate of me well known. Thus thy "yaoi" is unlikely.

[ordimame]

[hexensabbat]

Gotcha. Okay, and Yi Sang and Luka are super confident it's each other, so that all adds up.

Now it's just figuring out between Odile and Serpilia who your match is.

[A beat.]

You think you'd be up to tackling the Truth Booth this week, Messmer?

[anathemaw]

If it should swiftly lead us to our answer, then I brook no argument.

[ he's fine with it. ]

[hexensabbat]

Cool! Great! You're great, Messmer! Don't forget it!

[POOR MESSMER SHE WANTS THIS TO WORK OUT FOR HIMMMMMM

WOO THIS MAN, VERSO]

[anathemaw]

... I am no great man.

[ but the overly-energetic support is nice, even if it's made in ignorance. ]