WEEK FOUR MINGLE

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ᯓ⭐ WEEK FOUR MINGLE

Heya, lovebirds! You're entering the final week and things sure are... great.

Right?

Well, whether you're feeling great or not, you're going to find yourself looking your best in formal wear this week! Suits, gorgeous dresses, fabulously outlandish outfits, you name it, you're stuck in it. No sweatpants or lab coats for anyone this week. We have standards.

And we also believe in telling the truth, one way or another!

That's right, if you're asked a question, any question at all, no matter how innocent or dire, you are compelled to speak your most truthful answer. It could be who you think is the hottest in the castle. It could be your opinion on orange juice. Whatever it is, there is no longer a brain-to-mouth filter in place!

And maybe you'll figure that out and all decide to be merciful, but Riri will be popping up every now and then. And Riri? Riri will not be merciful.

Except for one thing, and that's a note in the main room that states simply: You all suck at this, so this week, our good ol' lesbian duo can now speak normally. You're welcome. ♥

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

Comments

[ozzz]

Yes. [He and him.] Is that not what we're doing? I don't understand why you're being so irritable. All I'm doing is proving that we're opposites.

[hnl]

[Made for each other...]

Well. Forgive me for taking issue with the fact that your logic hinges on a perceived character fault.

[ozzz]

[Rest in pieces . . . ]

You were the one who picked me first.

[If Brenner sees the argument as a character attack, that's his problem.]

[hnl]

[Yes, but don't you know that he's the one allowed to throw shade, not the other way around?

...Except he has no argument for that.]

I'm not saying we aren't a pair. You're just both inscrutable and frustrating in the most tiring way possible, Mithra.

[ozzz]

[Don't talk to him about tiredness.

He reaches up to tug on his collar.]

. . . And you're an unpleasant man.

[hnl]

[You're making him tired, he's allowed to.

Spreads his hands; congratulations, you've won mild sarcasm from Martin Brenner.]

So very romantic, indeed.