week four | match ceremony

[marriagebroker]

Tonight, they're back at the courtyard for the fourth and final time. Nothing has changed too drastically decor wise, there are still lanterns abound and a table full of food and drink. There is also now a third couch near the special couches for Messmer and Odile, if they so choose to sit there. But again, you do you! Wei Wuxian is certainly not going to stop you.

Speaking of that guy, he's here and dressed to impress again. He's looking snazzy. He's waiting for everyone to arrive, watching as they do and grinning broadly all the while. Then when everyone arrives, he clears his throat and begins to speak.

"You all have achieved three of the eight lights you need to win the game. With the match of Messmer and Odile, you only have to light up five lights tonight to succeed. Let's hope you pick right, huh?"

But he has complete faith in everyone! So, let's get this show on the road.

"Team Wangji, you're up."

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luka

[suibian]

[ Luka...! Our wildcard, our main man, our little guy. Wei Wuxian looks a little nervous calling him up because he has no idea what this guy is going to do, but he believes in him! ]

Luka, it's your turn...!

[ And so, Luka comes up. ]

[ luka has a bright grin when he walks on stage. do you trust him? surely you don't have a reason not to and surely as a performer who values winning at any cost he wouldn't throw a wrench into things at the very list minute:

surely—well you'd be wrong. luka values winning above all else but he also knows that sometimes to win you have to lose. his fans wouldn't care and neither would his father, it would be more of a reflection on the show than anything else and it'd be spicy.

he made his decision a few days ago.

once again, no one knows who luka bribed to be able to be extra like this but here we are. last time he performed up here, it was clearly a song of love and adoration. this time it's completely different: ]

Do this, do that
If I keep ignoring you, I’ll have more fun, pop pop pop
Your quality is like bubble gum, pum pum pum
Ah yeah, like birds of a feather, they gather
Their lips won’t rest, just clap your hands

“I’m right”
“I know because I went through it”
Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir
Gracias

Your worries? no thanks I’m ok
I’m just doing me
Don’t say you’re doing this for me
Leave me alone, I’m in my own rhythm

Dancing, dancing, dancing
Move, move, move
Dancing, dancing, dancing (Let’s go let’s go)
I’ll spend my time however I want

[ and then with a literal mic drop, luka names his pick. it's a good thing he's familiar with losing and despite his pride, is inherently a selfish individual. that's the only thing that's saved everyone here today. ]

Yi Sang.

[ Well, okay. Yeah. Okay. Lock it in, boys! ]

[fireball]

[ what the fuck ]

[anathemaw]

[ at least they can agree on something ]

[enscene]

Drat it all, he's good.

[reverso]

[right tho]

[enscene]

[Eye contact with Verso on the Special Guys couch. Theater kid clown to clown communication over here...who knows better than they do that the show has to go on?

And Luka put on the show to the very end, definitely. So she's very impressed.]

[embellwish]

[ .... whatever that means!!! she is clapping. belatedly. confusedly?? ]

[ordimame]

[okay]

[gamboler]

[ Incredible, no notes, just applause. ]

[phenomerom]

[ ... a true professional performer to the end. He has to respect the work ethic. Clap clap clap. ]

[irreversal]

[ he's gonna go viral with this one for sure... ]

[nrangel]

[ Haha, so she sees now... Ah, Luka. Doing what he has to in the end, but in his own protest way. Her smile is small and understanding. She will clap. ]

lb gets the last gripper in maya's honor

[poans]

[The mic falls like a wordless declaration. It's perhaps the most direct and honest statement from Luka at this juncture, more so than the verses that were sung. Yi Sang rises from his seat to approach the stage. It's neither a smile nor a frown he wears, but, rather, the acceptance of come what may that he promised Luka earlier in the week.

The voids they carry are similar, yet different. They will always be skewed reflections, the shapes of them distorted just slightly in each other's eyes. That isn't a loss, but a gain as they move to their own rhythms. The stage has closed, and Luka has turned away to look elsewhere; despite the constraints of the game, Yi Sang thinks as his eyes fall on the purple rose, he has won through this expression.

With one last look at Luka, Yi Sang locks in.]