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

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[ziplash]

[ DAWG....

She levels him with a look, staying silent for an uncomfortably long moment. ]

It's a turn of phrase. [ The only reason she doesn't immediately snap back is because she's learned by now that Mithra can be an airhead, though it's clear that his words cut her. Very stubbornly: ] I am not weak. You and him can say all you want about me — that I'm childish, that I'm impatient, that I'm not strong — that doesn't make any of it true.

[ozzz]

[He blinks slowly.

If her performances over the weeks are anything to go by, she's weaker than him. This is a simple fact of life for Mithra, but he doesn't understand why she's getting worked up over the rest.]

What's wrong with being childish or impatient?

[Even though he doesn't see her that way, who decides how those are bad things?]

What matters is being strong, but you're the one who was talking like you weren't. If you're really as strong as you say, then that's fine.

[ziplash]

[ Funnily enough... she sort of gets what he means, this time. Or, at least she thinks she does. If she's really as strong as she believes, then it shouldn't matter what anyone had to say. She lets out a long, aggrieved sigh, some of the tension subtly coming out of her shoulders. ]

We need to work on your delivery.

[ She drawls out, still grumpy. ]

...But, you're right. It is fine.

[ozzz]

[She got it, didn't she? There is nothing wrong with his delivery (citation needed). Lin is a needy woman, all right; she can stand to care less about what others think or say.

He leans back in his seat.]

Then there's no need to boil over.

[ziplash]

Oh, well, excuse me if his nonchalance rubs me the wrong way. Not all of us have six thousand years to live — we have people and things who could be lost at any moment. I'm not going to feel bad for trying to set someone who thinks they're always right straight. He's a self-centered coward. [ tell us how you really feel lin ] He's shown me plainly that he has no respect for anyone he doesn't have "personal interest" in.

[ She does not feel bad for boiling over... on the contrary, now she has all this pent up aggression that didn't even get to be taken out in a fight. ]

[ozzz]

[Now that's honesty. Well, he supposes this is preferable to her getting sick.]

What's the use in dwelling on it? He won't change for you. If he's going to think of himself, you can simply do the same.

[If this were the north, she could've forced submission through a contest of strength, but the customs here are different. It's exhausting, honestly.]

[ziplash]

That's exactly the problem, though.

[ her arms fold on top of the table. ]

We were never going to win if each of us acted independently, or only took our own feelings into account. Winning might not matter to all of us, but it does to some. If he had an ounce of respect for the rest of us, he'd realize that. This a team sport — that's what I was trying to get through to him.

[ She scoffs. ]

I'm not going to dwell on it, but it's relevant to who he's matched with, if it's not me.

[ozzz]

[That's the thing about team sports. The rest of them look stupid if just one person doesn't comply. When she couches it in those terms, he can understand a little better.]

I don't believe it's you.

[ziplash]

And why's that?

[ She keeps her tone even — she really is curious what he thinks. ]

[ozzz]

You both dwell on the past. If that's how it is, you might as well be alone.