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week four | mingle
Final week at the estate! Final week with your friends. Final week with your beaus. Time to make the most of it, everyone!
In fact, to celebrate this fact, today there is a cake. It's nothing special, just a nice little cake to enjoy with your morning coffee or throughout the day. Yay, cake!
And when Wei Wuxian arrives that morning, he is going to call out once again for everyone to join him, near the cake.
"Everyone, I have another announcement!"
Hell yeah, announcements.
Boom Boom Room | Dates | Property Damage
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In fact, to celebrate this fact, today there is a cake. It's nothing special, just a nice little cake to enjoy with your morning coffee or throughout the day. Yay, cake!
And when Wei Wuxian arrives that morning, he is going to call out once again for everyone to join him, near the cake.
"Everyone, I have another announcement!"
Hell yeah, announcements.
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting
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. . . it's a shitty feeling. Isn't it?
[Edamura is not as trapped as Aventurine seems to be, but there were still circumstances in his life that limited his movements. and. . . certain people, who kept manipulating him into making specific decisions, giving him the illusion of choice when he was nothing more than their puppet]
I assume they have something on you that keeps you in line?
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He exhales a puff of smoke. ]
The IPC is the single most influential and far-reaching entity in the universe. Their fingerprints are on every known planet. There's a reason why it would have been easier to just...
[ You know. Die. ]
I thought I could get them to fire me, but that didn't pan out, either. Did my job a little too well, I'm afraid.
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[. . .]
[quietly]
So. . .
[his tone is even as he lifts his gaze to meet Aventurine's, bringing his half-burned cigarette back to his lips]
Why not take them down instead?
[it was Edamura's only means of escape]
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...Yes. He'd like that very much. ]
...There would be a lot of...consequences to something like that. [ Universal communications would be pure anarchy, anesthesia beacons would stop working, economics would come to a screeching halt entirely — and yet, none of those things are really enough to convince him it's not worth it. ] They say to never burn bridges when you leave a job...
[ Flicking just a bit of ash from the end of his cigarette. ]
...But I like to think there might be a few exceptions to that rule.
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[Edamura's mouth curves into a grin as he inhales the last remnants of his own cigarette, expelling the smoke with another breath and snuffing out the cinders on the table beside them. is it going to leave a burn mark? yes. does he care? . . . no]
You should have seen the bridges I burned at my last job. I lit them on fire with a tankard of gasoline.
[and gods, had it felt good]
. . . call me if you decide to go through with it. At least, with something other than your wish. [a slight tilt of his head] I might. . . know a guy. Or three.
[wouldn't that be thrilling. roping Laurent into a job for once. could he get the blonde asshole to call him "boss?" probably not, but the brief fantasy is a little exciting!]
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I'll keep that in mind. The same goes for you too, you know. I may be a solo act, but when it comes to blending in and winning people over, I know just how to work the room.
[ Take him out for a job sometime, okay?? He'll always be a schemer at heart. ]
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I believe that! It might be fun to see exactly what you're capable of, too.