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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[ozzz]

[It's only a kiss.

As if to spite Oz, the bottle points straight at him on Mithra's turn. Mithra, who's been lazily observing the game's proceedings up to this point, lifts his head with the faint arch of both eyebrows. Well, then.]

[voxnozzz]

[ oz doesn't sense any interference, but he almost feels as if it's riri's doing. this bottle, pointing at him. this bottle, that he stares at for a moment, impassively.

his glance slides upwards, towards mithra. ]

Mithra of the North.

[ he's resorting to titles because he has no idea what he's doing, help. you will not sits on his lips, but the implication that it would be equivalent to backing down knocks that thought straight out of his head. ]

... Do not make that expression.

[ozzz]

[One eyebrow lowers while the other arches higher, more challenging than acquiescing. Why is he calling him by title? Does he want a fight?]

What expression is that?

[voxnozzz]

[ the one that follows is slightly easier to decipher. oz knows that look.

he would leave it at that. the question, however, prompts a- ]

I cannot describe it. It would mean knowing what you are thinking, in a situation such as this.

[ ....... ah. his eyes narrow, words settling in the air for a moment before he moves on from them completely. as if unsaid. ]

... You are delaying the game. Do you plan on following through?

[ if kiss, no talk. ]

[ozzz]

[Why is Oz talking so much these days? It's creepy.

Oh, wait. Mithra knows why. It's the same reason he continues to delay the game by answering the question posed to him while his expression takes an exasperated turn.]

Of course I do. I wouldn't have spun the bottle if I didn't.

[He holds an arm out.]

Please hurry up and come here, so I can dip you.

[voxnozzz]

[ ............ oh, sage, we're really in it now. oz stares at that arm as if mithra was handing him a particularly burnt piece of charcoal, and: ]

You will not.

[ decisively.

the thing he meant to say, said now. skipping this completely may be shirking his duty, however ridiculous (necessary) it may be... but the nature of how this plays out is entirely within his control. ]

You will be the one dipped.

[ozzz]

[Oh, Master Sage, we're really in it now.]

Huh? There's no way that's happening. [He flaps his fingers, beckoning impatiently. Must Oz be so difficult at all times?] I spun the bottle, and I'm taller as well. The one most suited to dip here is me.

[voxnozzz]

[ ... given the way oz's expression or demeanor don't shift at all, it's probably safe to say that mithra's flawless logic has fallen short.

though oz does pause a little, as if he's trying to craft something in response. really, he's just trying to recall the rules of the game. ]

The bottle and the one who spins it holds no influence over who or who does not dip. Do not add your own rules.

[ it's confusing. you know what else is confusing? ]

... Are you taller?

[ it's 2cm. it's been XXXX years. he hasn't paid attention. ]

[ozzz]

[His rules make sense, thank you very much.

Annoying as Oz's argument is, Mithra's lips curl into a proud smile at what comes next. This time, Oz will surely have no choice but to admit defeat.]

I am. I'm definitely taller.

/2

[voxnozzz]

[ .................. well. mithra doesn't appear to be scheming. it's difficult to tell from here, but that expression hits when things truly please him. perhaps?

is he truly taller...? how odd. oz takes this opportunity to come over, and obviously this means mithra's won, except it's only so he can look at this from a more accurate point.

after a reasonable (for oz) amount of observation: ]

So you are.

[ so he is. ]

[voxnozzz]

If it is relevant, I will adjust my form when I dip you.

[ now that that novelty's out of the way! ]

[ozzz]

[Excuse him? His victorious smile drops at Oz's inability to respect the natural state of one's form. This is why they can't get along.]

Hang on. How petty are you? Height is height. Please accept your defeat and let me dip you already.

[voxnozzz]

[ a tail is not a tail.

but there it is again. it's a question oz knows doesn't warrant a direct answer- ]

... I do not know.

[ -he hasn't thought about it. maybe he is, if the things he considered trivial in the past are coming into focus now. he could be pettier than he knows.

they really are talking too much. ]

You have offered nothing that will convince me to submit. There is no defeat to accept.

[ozzz]

[A tail is a tail! Damn! Why is this so difficult to understand!

And stop saying words, Oz. It's disturbing.]

There is.

[alcoheal]

[This is like watching a nature documentary.

Which is all she will be doing for right now, thank you: just watching.]

[voxnozzz]

[ he can say words if he wants to. and if he doesn't want to, too, as this argument continues endlessly...........

oz opens his mouth to speak (gross) once more, closing it slowly once he realizes the futility. mithra would accept an all out brawl for the Right Of Dipping, but a magic brawl that would destroy the grounds seems overkill for something like this.

oh. ]

Mithra.

[ you know, That Voice. ]

We will settle this with the decision making ritual from the Sage's world. "Rock, Paper, Scissors."

[ he's seen the younger wizards do it. it's peaceful. it's fast. it's decisive. ]

[ozzz]

[Oh, not that voice. Mithra opens his mouth to talk back when the Sage's name gives him pause. ]

I'm aware of what that is.

[Because he's the Sage's favorite. It's ridiculous that Oz feels the need to bring this up, but, considering that it's something the Sage introduced to them, Mithra only needs a fleeting moment to concede that it's as good as a fight.]

Very well. Then we'll settle this with a single round.

[voxnozzz]

[ herding cat-

no, kidding. but oz knew that mithra would not disagree with a method brought to them by the sage, which... truly, credit to the sage for what they've done for all of them.

he nods, short and proper. ]

Indeed. We will proceed by saying the name of the ritual, and producing our choices on "shoot". Let us begin.

[ or pon i guess since akira taught it but autotranslate hits this. like magic words: ]

Rock.

[ dramatic. ]

Paper.

[ riveting. ]

Scissors.

[ potentially dangerous. ]

Shoot.

[ and this is where oz throws out his choice: scissors. ]

[ozzz]

[Syncing with Oz, Mithra chimes in with his usual soft apathy, only sliding in a slight edge on the last word, on which so much hinges.]

. . . Shoot.

[Mithra lowers a fist for rock. Is it because he can't be bothered to unfurl his fingers, or because there's a certain symbolism behind the gesture? Who knows. Either way, there's a beat before he dons the most smug look known to their kind.]

I win.

[voxnozzz]

[ oh, sage. they should've done it wizard style and threw manifested rocks or scissors at each other. oz's would cut through mithra's, surely.

all oz can think is: this is going to be troublesome, isn't it, upon seeing the look on mithra's face. much like fate, there is no room for him to manipulate the results; what it is is what it is.

impassively: ]

... You will be the one to dip.

[ do not be annoying about this, implied oz fruitlessly. ]

[ozzz]

[Don't be a sore loser. Instead, Mithra will be an overbearing winner.

This is too good, though. How often does he get to lord a victory over Oz? Things are finally starting to look up for Mithra.]

Ah, yes. After all, I'm the one who's won that right.

[He holds an arm up and out again, beckoning with the gesture.]

Please come closer, so that I can dip you.