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]

[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.