WEEK FOUR MINGLE

[potatomance]

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

[voxnozzz]

[ oh, ]

... A word may have multiple meanings. When it becomes a name, it gains additional power.

[ oz knows uroko may mean is as a joke, or perhaps not, but he does say that surprisingly earnestly. a name is a name, powerful and unflinching. ]

I cannot say to understand his thoughts leading up to that. You are not shaped like a fish.

[ but it's also why oz cannot entirely make comments on it. ]

[cosmoid]

Thanks, thanks.

[ uroko says it casually, but it's also meant (and amused). uroko does not say thank you, but it seems apt here so he doesn't think twice about it.

a pause to sip at his vodka. ]

I have scales, but I can only turn into a blue flame, not a fish. Perhaps he doesn't like fire either?

[voxnozzz]

[ this is a conversation oz and uroko are having. it really is. he doesn't quite look puzzled, here, but there seems to be effort being put forth to grasp what he can't see.

oz can't take in those scales in the fancy clothes they've forced them into. he vaguely recalls what they look like, in a sea of everything else within him. they shone a bit like mana stones. ]

If he could grasp the possibilities of your magic, I would have been the target of similar thoughts. That shape is possible for me.

[ he wouldn't. but, like, he could. ]

... It may be his dislike runs so deeply that mere association is enough.

[ what a picky eater, if that's the case. ]

[cosmoid]

[ a true travesty, for even with wearing the top buttons of his shirt undone, his scales remain elusive. ]

Oh? Perhaps the Sea God could turn into more forms, but for me it is this and a blue flame. Though I think if I were to die, I would be reduced to a pile of salt.

He might just have a boring taste all around. But, that doesn't explain his interest in you.

[ this sure is a conversation they're having. ]

[voxnozzz]

[ salt? is that corresponding to the feelings associated with such a thing, or is that only what it is?

there's a flash of that, of questioning, in his eyes, which he leaves unvoiced. for now? perhaps for now. ]

It is a matter of convenience. Many have been interested for the same reasons over the years... Perhaps.

[ he doesn't really remember all of it, but his ass says that easily. that's just how it's been in the north... he was there, it matched with their needs, and so they bound themselves to him. ]

[cosmoid]

[ uroko won't clarify, though his eyes, as cerulean as the sea might seem brighter just then. maybe it's just a trick of the light though. ]

I'm not surprised. At least this time it seems to be a matter of his dignity, or however else he's construing it, and nothing else.