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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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If I already told Aurelia something, shouldn't it be your turn?

[It isn't stalling if it's only turnabout to make sure everyone's getting to play fairly now, is it? Why should Yukong be exempt from the fun?

Manuela reclines on a comfortable spot of fort flooring that's basically just a nest of blankets and pillows at this point.]

Fine, if you insist. [She folds an arm across her waist, looking into the depths of her glass.] I've been saying how fine I am with the things this game took away from me, but losing my voice the other day really got under my skin. It's not quite the same thing as my ability waning, but still... I felt so useless.

My telling a secret won't serve much of a purpose at this point.

[ Perhaps that's not fair, but Yukong doesn't see why she should feel pressed to give away something like that for the sake of it, when it won't actually help them solve this puzzle.

Still, maybe she'll be kind enough to share something personally with Manuela at some point.

Especially in light of what she says. Yukong heaves out a sigh. ] Well, our voice is used for so many things, as a way to express ourselves and share our thoughts. It's entirely fair that you felt that way. Here, you can't even write something down to get a message across...

[Always practical, Yukong, but she can't fault her for that, either. Most people don't offer up their secrets for no reason.]

I've been trying to treat this all like it isn't that big of a deal. I can't mend people if they're sick or injured and I can't share things with them; no big deal. I've got my looks and my wits. I can get by like I have before. [And Dorothea's tough; she doesn't need Manuela to escort her home from that strange kingdom she's traveled to... though as soon Manuela figures out exactly where it is, she has half a mind to start an international incident.)]

But it turns out... I'm really not ready to give all of that up yet.

The good news is, all of that will be returned to you once this is over and done with, so... difficult as it is now, I know you have the stubbornness to hang in there.

[ It's only a matter of a week and some change, now.

A pause, and Yukong reaches forward to rest her hand lightly on Manuela's forearm. She leans in slightly, conspiratorial. ]

If it would cheer you up, I suppose I can share one small secret with you.

You know it. This is nothing! [Manuela winks at her in agreement, though Yukong might catch the slightest fall in her expression before she reshuffles her position to lean in for the offered secret, bold grin back on her face.]

Well, don't leave me hanging. You should know I can't resist a little bit of gossip now and then! [Especially coming from Yukong, who's usually a little more buttoned up than she is.]

[ There was still that hesitation in Manuela's expression, and it does make Yukong concerned for her. Will she be all right with the outcome of this silly show, when all is said and done? Surely she knows better than to let the whims of the producers get to her too much. ]

It's not exactly gossip, but...

[ Yukong smiles nonetheless, leaning in closer so she can pitch her voice low, out of earshot of the other people here and the recording equipment. ]

I am no professional like you, but I do have a decent singing voice.

Oh, Yukong! You've been holding out on me.

[That part is said louder in response; the mics might at least get that part if not some of their fellow blanket fort denizens. However, she damps her volume after that, leaving only her dramatic exclamation as a hint for others' speculation.]

You shouldn't be so shy. I'm sure you have a lovely voice. I'd like to hear it sometime.

[ That louder reaction does cause Yukong's brows to shoot up in surprise for a moment, but then Manuela lowers her volume soon after that.

She pauses for a moment, reaching one hand up to rub at the back of her neck. ]

I don't know... It would be a bit nerve-wracking, to sing for a professional like you. It's also been a long time since I even tried, I'm probably rusty.

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