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.

FAQ ⭐ Truth Booth Voting ⭐ Mysterious Thing ⭐ Sex Dungeon ⭐ Perfect Match Voting

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secret share and cozy catherd

[ringsmaster]

[ 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!

[hearthwarming]

[ It's definitely granny jammies over here, with her long hair woven into a loose braid that you (yes you) can also have, if your hair is long enough for her to consider offering to braid it!!

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. ]

[cosmoid]

Hoh, sharing a drink and a secret this time is it?

[ he has no pajamas since he's the type to sleep in whatever he's wearing. he does have ridiculously long hair though... ori save yourself. ]

[mechanideptus]

[ Xianyun settles in next to Ori in a silk nightgown and with her long hair let down. She accepts the offered serving—seriously, she’s drank more these past few weeks than she has in the whole century prior, or so it feels. ]

One finds the terms amenable.

[ Said with no small amount of warmth toward Ori. ]

Would you like to go first, or would you prefer one does?

[thefinalcontract]

[His hair is long enough for braiding which he gladly lets her do. It's a pleasant sensation, having someone play with your hair and all that. He will be just be having his tea though, no alcohol for him.]

While we do need a hint there is something rather unpleasant about having to share one under these circumstances. Such things should be earned and not just tossed out as a last resort.

[alcoheal]

[Well, she's not blind, so she can see where this is going. She's not about to hypocritically discourage overindulgence. They can go overboard responsibly.]

You don't drink as much as you used to, right? [Gently.] We could turn this into one of your games.

[ziplash]

[ Well... she'll take the drink, but she doesn't yet make any motion like she's going to drink it. No, in her mind, she's babysitting it. ]

Fine by me. Just don't forget that I'm an officer of the law.

[ if her secret involves DOING CRIME she WILL be a party pooper ]

[hnl]

[A nice blue night robe to go with his pajamas? Sure, why not. It's the least offensive thing he's had to wear thus far.

Brenner's not particularly enthused about a forced sleepover, though, but he'll participate despite also bringing something else to keep him occupied: a book--probably centering on something nerdy like physics--which he angles open against a string of fairy lights, frowning at the lack of actual illumination suited for nighttime reading.

Ah, well.

Good luck wringing dark secrets out of him, even for twenty points. Memshare already threatened to crack open that can of worms. However, he might be tempted into a normal secret, and he's even far more likely to speak on the matter of who to send to the truth booth, like so:]

Well, who are our top contenders for the truth booth?

[ringsmaster]

You and Mithra would be funny.

[ziplash]

I don't think it'll serve us to try to send one of the pairs from the ceremony — only one of them was right, anyway, so it'd be like finding a needle in a haystack. We're better off picking a pair that's completely new.

[ For right now, she won't grill him for a secret, but like. They're getting that hint, one way or another. ]

One strategy would be to send you or Xianyun again. It'd at least narrow down yet another choice for either of you, even if the match is incorrect. Assuming your matches in week two were wrong, which is likely, and that you two weren't a match either... it's possible we could end up eliminating four potential matches for either of you. That doesn't do much for the rest of us, though.

Otherwise, I still think that sending those with a wide compatibility is the best bet.

Re: secret share and cozy catherd

[thefinalcontract]

[Here he is in his government assigned kigurumi. He hums thoughtfully, placing a hand beneath his chin.]

Secrets, is it? I’ll have to think of something. I don’t have much to offer.

[Laugh track plays.]

[ringsmaster]

[ The look he is giving you, sir. ]

[mechanideptus]

[ bruh ]

[hnl]

[WHY YOU ALWAYS LYIN

Brenner, who still would like to know What Your Deal Is, sir, pipes up.]

Surely you can think of something.

[ziplash]

That's the sort of thing someone with a ton of secrets would say.

[ DISAPPROVING FROWN ]

[helmswoman]

[ Zhongli, please...........

Yukong stares at him for a few seconds from her cozy spot in the corner. She's wearing some silk pajamas. ]

Might I ask the meaning of your sleepwear, Zhongli?

[mechanideptus]

[ She is here with a silk nightgown and popcorn. This all feels a bit silly, but… well, whatever works, she supposes. The cozy environment does seem to help with this strange urge she’s had to cuddle all well.

Case in point, she all but curls into Lucifer’s side. Or yours. She’s not going to be picky about cuddle time unless your name is Mithra. No cuddles for Mithra. ]

Are we meant to share with everyone, or would sharing secrets interpersonally suffice?

[ozzz]

[Mithra is not one to be told what to wear unless it's Chloe, so he opts for his usual: a mauve set, draped by an olive robe with an eye mask hanging from his neck and a large crescent moon-shaped pillow in one arm. It's a comfortable get-up; his expression as he sits off to the side is slightly pinched, however, at the mention of secrets.]

I have no intention of sharing anything with everyone here.

[psychs]

[ No cute jimjams image for him because mobile is suffering, but picture him in a set patterned with black Morgana-like cats or something.

Anyway, he's in it to win it -- or rather, to clear the air. At this point, he gains nothing by leaving things unsaid, so: ]

I don't mind sharing. Some of you already have an idea of this, but...I once tried to take control of reality to erase pain and suffering from the world.

[ ........yeah. ]

[alcoheal]

[Here in a slinky shift and dressing gown is Manuela, looking a little like a vamp starlet - a comfy vamp starlet, given the gown's temptingly plush collar.]

If anyone's feeling shy, I'm very good at keeping secrets. I could end a few careers if I wanted to. You can always come to me if Ori is busy.

[Wingman behavior. Well, maybe Maruki speaking up as he has will render people more communicative, rendering the need for too many secret keepers obsolete.]

[voxnozzz]

[ oz is in cute dragon themed pajamas, though he'll likely shift them into looking like his standard "heir to a multimillion dollar mansion in a murder mystery novel" look when he feels like he's sufficiently played along.

he did not bring snacks. he wanted to sit in front of a fireplace, but there were no chairs, and now he is here. ]

... What a cursed game indeed.

[ good thing he's not picking ]

[helmswoman]

[ Yukong sits in the blanket fort, quite comfortable in her silk pajamas. She has a cup of tea, the sort that is meant to help you calm down for sleep rather than anything caffeinated.

At Lucifer's starting remark, she smiles and tilts her head. ]

Should you not start? I believe you're one of the people who'll need to share a secret in order to earn that promised hint.

[ And at this point, the group might need one. The situation is feeling more and more dire. ]

[cosmoid]

[ given that riri wasn't specific, and that maruki just went and threw his iconoclastic tendencies out there, uroko might as well. ]

Hmm... a secret of mine. I cursed a primary school student one day.

[ yup, that sure happened.

aside from secrets, you can find uroko lazing on many pillows with a cup of some liquor or another. he sadly is still pretty much sober, even though he's been in his cup a lot tonight. ]

at some point in the middle of all this,,

[hearthwarming]

[ Has anyone been keeping track of how much Ori has been drinking? No? Good. She hasn't been, either. It's likely not too inaccurate to think, however, that each proverbial shot fired between contestants equates to a shot fired down Ori's hatch, which, scientifically, ergo therefore indubitably, is something like a one-to-one ratio, for the mad scientists here.

Anyway, there's an awful lot of talking happening, maybe enough that no one will really notice that she haphazardly slams her bottle down... onto a blanket, with a muffled thud. ]

Look... look at this! [ she wildly swings an arm out to gesture at everyone. ] Isn't this all soooooo... wonderful? A week ago, you'd never be able to get everyone—hic! Everyone gathered together like this...

And two weeks ago— oh, wait, isn't it three weeks, now? Three weeks ago we didn't even know each other at all! Except for Mithra and Oz—hic! But still! If not for this place, we would've allllllll gone on for the rest of our lives... never having met each other from all of our different worlds! Tell me that doesn't... stir your heart even just a li—hic! A little bit! I just—

[ What comes next is not another hiccup, but a sob. Oh boy. Here come the waterworks. Congratulations if you've managed to understand any of that, because her words have been and will continue to be incredibly slurred. ]

I never thought... I'd ever... meet people again who could change—[ sniffle ] How I think— [ sob ] about the world and everything around me... Doesn't anyone— [ 😭 ] Anyone else feel the same way?

[ don't mind her as she grabs the nearest wall of the blanket fort to sob into!! ]

[bewrightback]

[Phoenix eventually steps up, clad in blue footsie pajamas and with a tray of pizza bagels that are mostly still intact.

There are a few secrets he'll keep to himself, because of the repercussions they could have on people watching. So nothing about that piece of evidence he passed onto Apollo to help him win his first trial, or about what he learned regarding Trucy's mother. He does think of something else to reveal.

(Maybe this can lighten the tension?)

He raises a glass of grape juice(?) to signal his turn.]

The first time I actually appeared in a court of law was as a defendant who was accused of murder. And... and...

[He rubs at his head.]

...I... ate a piece of evidence. ...It was a bottle pendant. ...Which was a gift from my girlfriend! ...Who turned out to be the real murderer.