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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[ordimame]

[bro. . .]

Actually, I think I'm way more sober than you are right now.

[he says with a breathless little sigh. a moment passes, before he pulls up a seat, settling into it right next to Messmer]

. . . keep drinking water, or else the hangover is really going to kill you tomorrow.

[anathemaw]

[ dourly: ] I drink now. I need not thy advice...

[ the snake dips its head back into the water bowl somewhat clumsily. Messmer is still reeling from that out-of-nowhere comment. What is he supposed to take from that...? ]

Little mortal, what... Why speaketh thus? If thou art of clear mind, then madness is all that may remain... [ a beat. ] I will give thee nothing.

[ordimame]

[this is making him wonder about Messmer's anatomy. . . wait, no. weird thing to think about??]

I'm not looking for anything, don't worry. [a tiny smile, thought it fades a little after a moment] . . . I guess. . .

[. . .]

[HOW. . . DOES HE PUT IT?]

I'm. . . trying to reconcile that perception of you I had with. . . something I learned about you recently.

[anathemaw]

[ ???

this could be almost anything. Messmer would probably be able to make the logical leap that he's referring to the whole genocide thing if he wasn't buzzed. ]

Am I now subject to rumors? [ a huff. ] If "cute" were thy perception, then thou wilt surely find it false... Aye. Misled, thou wert...

[ordimame]

Well. . .

["misled" doesn't feel quite right when it was a perception he came to all on his own, just based on Messmer's genuine behavior?]

. . . I don't know if I'd call it a "rumor." It's about your. . . secret, from the other night.

[anathemaw]

[ right, right, this. He closes his eye, shaking his head faintly. ]

'Twas not by myself intended a secret. From the beginning have I been Messmer the Impaler to thee.

[ at least the alcohol has him being more chatty than usual. ]

Yet all were eager to believe me no more than a rueful wretch, burdened only by some low esteem.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . a tiny little smile]

I never thought you a rueful wretch. But it's true that I never really got the chance to know. . . you, these past four weeks.

[another pause as he tries to find the words]

But maybe I'd like to?

[anathemaw]

[ he said he wasn't looking for anything, which is good - if this was some misguided attempt to woo him, Messmer would have to turn him away, because... wait, he's getting ahead of himself. He really is drinking too much. ]

Then time is thy enemy. [ there's only a scant handful of hours remaining here - a blink of an eye, from Messmer's perspective. He grunts, dismissive. ] Already thou hast learned the most grave matters; naught else remains that might outweigh it. What more wouldst thou glean of me?