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potatomance) wrote in gotmilfs2024-04-01 07:17 am
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WEEK THREE MINGLE
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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... No, I think I need to redo that line... [She spies: one intruder.] Oh, perfect! I've been going a little stir-crazy trying to figure this out on my own.
[She's very quick to rush over and grab any interloper by the hand, drawing them in only long enough for her hand to settle around their waist instead.]
That's better. Say, how are you with following directions?
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[Later, a much quieter Divine Songstres is... sulking in one of the castle's many comfortable lounges. One might mistake her for ill, either naturally or of her own making, but that simply isn't the case.
Anyone who catches her eye runs the risk of being beckoned over by the sharp, short quirk of two of her fingers before she pat-pat-pats the couch next to her. Pat-pat-pat...pat-pat...
Anyone who doesn't answer this invitation will be physically fetched and brought over to sit next to her, Manuela wound delicately around their arm. Unless someone completely resists...but who could say no to that face?]
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... what was that about directions? he blinks slowly. ]
I do not follow directions.
[ spoilers: he does follow directions, depending on who asks. amazingly, even. ]
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I am quite good at following directions. Are you in need of some sort of help?
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lounge
But 1) Manuela looks like she is in dire need of some company, and 2) Yukong has felt unnaturally drawn towards all sorts of physical contact all day. So, the idea of cuddling up next to Manuela on the couch sounds perfectly nice to her right now.
So with that, Yukong strides over and settles next to Manuela on the couch. She does manage to stop herself from immediately leaning in against her side, but that won't last for long. ]
Did you need something?
mfw i was just about to tag you on scenario
you can do that too 👀
hehehe maybe i will
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He touches his cheek where an especially ugly burn snakes down the curve of his jaw and the length of his neck. It fades with the press of his palm and a pulse of magic, raising healthy skin back into place in a matter of seconds, and it's as if nothing ever happened. Even so, Mithra brings his hand up, baring a forearm burned raw, and cards his fingers through his hair with his eyes narrowed in displeasure.]
🌩🧙♂️
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Hey! What you up to?
[ Or you might be minding your business and look down to find a little white snake with a red and white striped belly, and an all-too familiar top hat coiled around your ankle. He blinks up at you with wide eyes. ]
Ssssssup?
[ If you want him to be something more cuddly, he can be. ]
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When a snake. Comes. And coils around it.
She shrieks - or she could shriek if she were capable of making sound, leg snapping back toward herself. Mid-kick, she notices the tophat.
Wait, Lucifer? She silently mouths the words, but there's really no stopping the reflex that's already been set into motion.]
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I'm here for my daily Lucifer, thank you
He's grown a bit weary of Riri and his "games".
The Geo Archon sits, cross legged, upon the stone roof and takes a sip of tea. Or attempts to. The flutter of wings and then a gentle weight upon his shoulders.]
Good afternoon, Lucifer. [The Archon tilts his head back a touch to glance the Devil's way and offers him a sip of his tea, holding the cup up towards his lips. It's delicious and cinnamon flavored.] I was merely pondering our current state of affairs. Do you find yourself feeling restless on this fine day?
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Is that...really an ideal form to take?
[ He has no arms or legs??? But he is rather cuddly, come to think of it. ]
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Aren't you afraid of being stepped on? [ he doesn't move to dislodge lucifer any. ]
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It's nice to have him this close, in a way she can't quite explain. ]
Hello, Lucifer. [ She turns her head to look at him — as best she can, anyway. ] Not much, if I'm honest. [ Just... staring at the sky, as you do. ] How have you been?
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Instead, she'll be spending quite a bit of her time this week outside, cloudgazing or stargazing or dozing off on a blanket in the grass outside, taking cuttings of flowers and plants in the garden, and talking to trees. No, she still cannot hear anything they may communicate back to her without her powers. And no, she doesn't seem to care.
When she is inside, she's making little floral arrangements to keep in the various decorative vases that can be found throughout the house, or she's sitting in some sort of study or library, pressing flowers by stacking books and such together.
There's a restless sort of energy about her, as if she's trying to do pretty much whatever she can with her hands to busy herself with random things, anything, really, so that she doesn't end up just walking up to the next person and clinging to them, lest she be branded an inter-dimensionally easy woman once more...
Her tail, however, seems to have a mind of its own; whenever someone draws near, they might find themselves with a long, thin tail with a spaded tip curled around their hand, wrist, possibly even waist. Oopey! ]
stargazing
The stars are one thing the surface has over the sea.
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Charades with Lucifer was doubtless a fun experience, but for everyone's sake, perhaps it's better that she runs into Ori on Tuesday once she's regained her voice.]
Are you pressing these to take home with you? They'd make a nice souvenir.
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Yukong also goes outside often during her time here, wanting to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine while she can before she returns to her duties back home, which involve long hours spent indoors.
When she spots Ori dozing off, curled up on a blanket that's been laid out on the grass, she feels a sudden urge to sit down next to her. She leans back on her hands and lets out a long exhale, enjoying the sensation of the soft breeze on her face.
She'd be content to let Ori rest, but then she feels something curl around her wrist. Yukong tenses, wondering for a moment if it might be a snake or some other animal, but then she glances over her shoulder to see it's Ori's tail.
Ah. She can't help but find it cute... ]
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WEEK THREE CHALLENGE/TURN-IN
And this one says the following: ]
Normal Secret: 10 Points
Dark or Uncomfortable Secret: 20 Points
(If everyone choosing in this week's ceremony achieves this, a hint will be given.)
[ This time, please get these turn-ins in by THURSDAY, 11:59 PM EST. Threads that have been started will count. ]
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brennergate: the battle at fort blanket aka dark secret - 20 points
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normal secret 10 pts
dark secret 20 pts
normal secret 10 pts
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secret share and cozy catherd
[ Sometime after Riri’s little note goes up on display, anyone who walks into the castle’s main living area will find all of the furniture rearranged and pushed together. Chairs have been pilfered from the dining room as well so if you want somewhere to sit, whoops, there isn’t any!
Also in the living area seems to be every piece of bedding from the whole house. Sheets, blankets, pillows. All of it. Lucifer has put together an extremely impressive blanket fort for a sleepover! Sleepovers are where people share secrets, right? It’s perfect.
The inside of the fort is quite spacious and cozy, lit with string lights and perhaps a little bigger on the inside? Everyone will be provided with cute pajamas upon entry. (No duck patterns, unfortunately.) And, since everyone is technically sharing the same sleeping space, it stays nice and comfy and no one gets thrown into the ceiling. Since Lucifer stole all the bedding and the chairs, literally where else do you have to be right now?
Bring snacks! ]
Sooo, secrets? Truth booth thoughts? Come on, spill. We need that hint!
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Ori has brought chocolate-covered fruits as her snack contribution, as well as a bottle of liquor, because I was too much in a goo-like state to participate in the rager this weekend. Some people might need a bit of encouragement to share secrets, after all...
As she's pouring a serving: ]
We do need that hint... I'll take a drink with you if we both share a secret.
[ As she holds that drink out to someone. Anyone. You. ]
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Re: secret share and cozy catherd
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tags you everywhere, i guess
fills my arms with as many yukongs as possible
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at some point in the middle of all this,,
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sometime after the shitshow that was the first catherding; closed to Zhongli
Which is, of course, exactly where she finds him sitting with a bottle of Osmanthus wine. She flies down next to him and transforms back to her human appearance before taking a seat.
For now, she says nothing. She's seething and miserable, and from the look on his face it's clear he's not feeling much better than she is. Instead, she simply leans into him, a gesture meant to comfort and be comforted in equal measure.
And also because they're not immune from that damn clinginess, even here.]we're really in it now old friend
He has his hands folded in his lap his cup of wine having only a sip out of it thus far. He's not Venti. He does not indulge to ease aches and pains but the taste of it is nostalgic. And the familiarity helps. His eyes glance over to her as she lands but he allows the quiet to linger between them only speaking when she leans against him.
Instinctively he brings an arm to wrap around her, pulling her a little closer. He brushes his lips against the top of her head, further comforting her.]
I am sorry, old friend... [He lets his cheek rest against the very spot he'd just given a spot of affection.] I am feeling it quite keenly how we do not belong in a game like this.
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catherding 2: electric boogaloo
[ Are they still in the pillow fort. Did all the fighting take place outside of it. Let's just assume yes, because Lin is slamming a fist down on their shared dinner table and shouting with her most commanding voice. She's set what looks to be a ton of silverware on the table? Don't worry about it. With some practiced motions of her arms, she manipulates enough chairs around the table with her metalbending so that they'll all have a seat at the table. ]
We are going to sit here, and discuss what pair we're sending to the booth. Now I don't like what I'm hearing one bit. But I don't care what disagreements everyone has — we've got kids to rescue, lives on the line. Until that matter is solved, we can't afford to fall apart like this.
[ She is trying to encourage them while at the same time scold them? Like. Teamwork makes the dream work, guys. Her eyes are bright with passion. ]
The next person who derails the conversation will be removed and put under temporary arrest. No matter who it is.
[ Just then, all the silverware seems to float into the air and condense into a single ball, melting and becoming malleable. ]
Am I understood?
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I think we should... send Phoenix in with someone... If we manage to find his Perfect Match, then at least he won't have to deal with the rest of this mess anymore...
[ Phoenix Wright you deserve better than this, ]
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truth booth popcorn
[Complicated thoughts on Maruki's mottled past aside... those who take drastic measures always need someone to stand beside them and support them. Manuela sounds a little proud and almost excited to be watching this booth.
The cuddle disease is still rampant in this house, so whoever's seated next to Manuela will find her looped right around their arm, elbows interlinked. She's taken on the responsibility of making finger food snacks this time, which means the kitchen is a mess again. Good luck.]
... Wait, how are they going to get down there? [Suddenly sitting up straight with the realization.]
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I think they do, too!
[ Hopefully not said moments before disaster!! ]
Oh... have they never had to climb down a rope before...?
[ No, not everyone starts out with 50ft of rope in their inventory to use for climbing up and down things, Ori, ]
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MATCH DISCUSSION
Well... that's all right. Thanks to everyone's secrets, we got an important hint.
"For Team Steampunk, two matched pairs share this team."
[ . . . ]
Sooo, um... Now what?
[ Help!! ]
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Pick within the teams for now and see what occurs? It's not enough information to do anything with at present but we are running of time to do much of anything else.
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looking at that icon respectfully,
SAME
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