WEEK THREE MINGLE

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ᯓ⭐ WEEK THREE MINGLE

Happy third week, lovebirds! Here's to hoping you're riding high on the wave of success of one whole pair being correct! Surely you must have an idea by now how to win this thing!

Probably?

The good news is that you're not going to have to find yourselves in any weird clothes this time around, except maybe that just leads to a strange sense of foreboding for a future scenario...? Who knows. You can't quite brace yourself for it this time.

But don't worry, it's not like there's nothing happening. On the contrary!

For the entirety of this week, you'll find yourself feeling... clingy. It's going to start feeling very strange if you're not leaning on someone, holding their hand, cuddling with them, sitting in their lap, stealing a kiss, or engaging in some other form of affectionate physical contact. And if it's someone you're already feeling fond of OR someone you actually can't stand, guess what?

That feeling is doubled!

You may realize this is an unusual feeling, but so what? Trying to ignore it is only going to make it feel stronger and do you really want to make yourselves feel miserable?

Shut up, masochists.

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[ozzz]

[Die.]

[hnl]

[lol yeah ok] Cite your sources.

[alcoheal]

Close? You're funny. We've only had a rivalry from the very day I started.

[Manuela chuckles. Before she came here, no one had ever quite gotten under Manuela's skin like that. She can't imagine being at the academy without him.]

Hanneman and I and our new professor friend are each in charge of one House at the Officers Academy, separated by region of origin. There's specialist training in various weapons and subjects, of course, but for the most part we take charge of their learning. History, strategy, leadership... you might say we draw out their innate talents and share some of our own, like swordsmanship.

[ozzz]

I don't have to explain myself to you.

You asked for my opinion, and I gave it. Do you disagree?

[cosmoid]

Hmm.

[ uroko considers the answer much in the same way he considered the question to ask in the first place. it is a very oz answer. it is also not a particularly human answer. there is no defense of it, righteousness, shame, or any of the other emotions displayed tonight.

humans are not gods. but oz is oz, and whatever that is, he is not human either. ]

Do you drink?

[hnl]

Don’t be so defensive; it was a joke.

Your logic’s sound enough, but I have to ask what you mean by their habit of running in opposite directions?

[hearthwarming]

Wait—

[ What if she reaches out and tries to grab at his sleeve... ]

[ozzz]

Exactly that. Until recently, Maruki's solution to every problem was to run away. Conversely, Phoenix runs into danger without regard for his weakness.

[ozzz]

[His sleeve is grabbed. The slight resistance in the tug pulls him back around with a faint huff.]

What is it?

[hnl]

I can’t tell if you’re calling Mr. Wright brave or reckless, but I can see your reasoning. Similar enough to connect, but opposite enough to improve each other.

[ozzz]

It's sheer recklessness. Maruki is warier in that regard.

[Of course, the opposite can still apply. If Phoenix is brave, then Maruki is a coward. Either way, it's a point of connection.]

[hearthwarming]

[ The color she finds sweeping across Yukong's cheeks and her words both give Oriphi pause, causing her to simply blink up at the other woman before she gives a warm little chuckle. ]

The ring of a what...?

[ It seems it's then, however, that Ori realizes she's absolutely awake. ]

Oh...

[alcoheal]

[The description of the explosive ducks definitely gets Manuela's attention. She laughs silently, but it's a sympathetic one. More of a "that's rough, buddy" than a "what a stupid sort of punishment" laugh. Riri really went out of its way for that one.

As he trails off, however, she tilts her head to the side, the question she can't actually ask written plainly on her features. Why not?]

[cosmoid]

I might have gotten jealous if you had met another scale besides me. [ teasing, mostly.

(...) ]

Is it lazy if I steal your line? [ that's never stopped him before, but he pauses just slightly before continuing. ] You are the same for me, Oriphi, and I don't just mean your looks. That is why—

[ he's made an effort, despite himself. he knows what these feelings are even if usually he's looking in a mirror at them. but even though he is not a god, he is born of one, prone to whimsy and wants even if he does know better. the freedom the land brings is intoxicating, but that's not all of it. neither is the few years of isolation he's had before now. ]

I have done things for the first time in centuries with you.

[helmswoman]

[ Yukong chuckles and shifts to the side slightly, drawing her hand back to give Ori the space to sit up if she wants to, now that she's properly awake. ]

Do you know what a nebula is, Ori?

[hearthwarming]

[ The sheer enormity of realizing how impossible it would be for any of them to meet outside of these circumstances is truly what brought her to this point... And with that, a strange sort of fondness for her company, even if everyone's going a little bit insane.

In any case, she's only too happy to throw her arms around Yukong and weep into her silk pajamas... ]

I don't think I even understand what's going on, but I'm just... Glad you're here, Yukong...

[hearthwarming]

...Are you mad at me?

[hnl]

[And why the hell not. At this points he’s about as valid as a hypothesis as anything else they’ve tried.]

Did he tell you something that made you feel this way? About Mr. Wright, I mean.

[ozzz]

Mad, you say . . . You're the one who's dissatisfied, aren't you?

[alcoheal]

Hm, no, based on what you said, I think that must have been Flayn. She was a small girl, right? She's been a little cooped up in her life, so she's never seen the opera. The little sister of a colleague of mine. I'm so glad she was saved, even if I got stabbed by that bastard Death Knight trying to find her.

[Well she's just going to drop that and keep talking. She's chatty, but even a little indulgence sometimes puts her to the point of blabbering. Anyway.] Heh... her brother might have made a better fit for this crowd; I wonder why he isn't here instead? [This round if Seteth were here in her stead... he would have lost his patience a long time ago, wouldn't he? Manuela can't imagine he would make any attempt to find love or entertain these shenanigans.]

I just did what was right to help Dorothea succeed like she deserved. That she still looks up to me, when I'm a drunk hopeless mess... [From how plaintive and self-doubting her normally confident, sultry voice is, she doesn't understand it all.]

[ozzz]

He didn't have to. I saw his memory.

[alcoheal]

[Mm.... floor pizza bagel.

Manuela is leaning her upper body heavily forward, idly chewing at said pizza bagel. She's in a little bit of a mood, though what that mood actually is...might be hard to tell. Despite that, she seems sober.]

If we send them [Phoenix and Maruki] and they're a match, then good for them - and us... but what're we gonna do about the rest?

[She is like, halfway engaged at the moment. Until the fighting broke out, she was having a much better time simply chatting in the fort.] One of you is probably good at backup plans, right? Let's hear it.

[alcoheal]

[Wouldn't be her place to share? But she's the one doing it! Manuela lets out an indignant little huff - though of course the only sound that comes through is the air being released.

To voice her "grievances" the only way she actually can, she flops back into place on Yukong's shoulder extra dramatically this time. For good measure, she gives her arm a poke. What a tease she is, clearly putting a suffering woman through all of this. It quickly becomes nothing more than a lazy drape of her arm.]

[bewrightback]

Well, one thing leads to another. They suspected the bottle in the pendant of being used for a poisoning, but I ate it before they could examine it. Out of leads, the defense attorney had to think along different lines - and that brought her to the line of thinking that led to her to figure out what was actually used to poison the victim. And so the true culprit got caught! ...Of course, it's possible they could have figured that out even if I didn't eat it, but I just feel better thinking otherwise!

[voxnozzz]

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it's a question shylock might follow up with. unlike the last one, oz isn't entirely too sure how to respond to this one. he— focuses on the now, then, as that's the only option he's given. ]

I am not opposed to it, if the conditions call for it.

[ and if the company isn't terrible. ]