week four | mingle

[marriagebroker]

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
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

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[phenomerom]

Now, now, Lord Messmer~

[ Comes ambling over, smelling of booze. For better or for worse, his usual attitude sure makes it hard to tell if he's drunk or not. Anyway -- ]

There wouldn't be anything so bad about enjoying our last hours here, would it? It's a vacation, after all! And besides, it's not as if anyone's being directly invited into that scandalous private room!

[ hehe ]

[anathemaw]

[ he sure smells drunk. Messmer's not quite deep enough in to realize anything's off with the ABV on this bottle, so Rom's quip is met with his typical flat look. ]

I have no quarrel with thy carnal exploits. But misconstrue me no further. Had we set foot within that room, there would be no intimacy beyond conversation.

[ which also sounds kind of racy, but whatever. ]

[phenomerom]

Haha, you shouldn't underestimate the power of words! Even conversation alone can get quite intimate!

[ But he doesn't let those words hang in the air long before continuing -- voice abruptly transitioning from that deliberately sing-song to a placid neutral: ]

And congratulations, Lord Messmer. On finding your match.

[anathemaw]

[ that comment gets an odd little reaction out of Messmer - a flash of something like embarrassment furrows his brow, but it's gone quickly enough. Moving onto more important things, like the match!! ]

Mm. Save thy congratulations for the morrow, when thou art in kind matched.

[ he's not that enthusiastic about the match; no surprise, considering how he's downplayed the idea the entire game. Again: it's adding another data point to the board - though he can admit that this one is interesting. ]

She is much belike thee. Odile.

[phenomerom]

[ That ... was not the direction he expected the conversation to go in? He'd just opened his mouth to say make some fresh annoying comment about how celebrating in the moment is also important, but ends up shutting it at Messmer's observation(?). Followed by an owlish blink, head tilted. ]

Hmm ... ?

[ Sorry, he's just tipsy enough that he needs a visible moment to think before he can conjure words. ]

Ah ... I wonder why you'd say that? It could be quite rude to Miss Odile, you know! I have my own selling points, but I wouldn't impose too many of those upon her -- she's a more principled person than that.

[anathemaw]

[ at that, he huffs. ]

If she would suffer to stand beside me, then thy shared features shall harm her not.

[ as far as he's concerned, he's a way worse guy to be compared to by any stretch of the imagination... ]

She spoke to me of some similarity that we may share. That by this unknown common bond, we were fit to be paired. Yet more suitable did she find it to walk silent beside me, her wisdom privately held. [ he inclines his head towards Rom slightly. ] A familiar feeling. Thy theory doth stand.