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. ♥

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Comments

[alcoheal]

[She thinks she very well could carry her if she put some effort into it, but now that Lin is being so judgmental and obstinate, she's committed to seeing Lin do this herself. She's clearly trained well enough for it; that was easy to recognize as soon as she showed up in that gym teacher getup.

Besides, she doesn't need to put any more stress on her stab wound or throw out her delicate back.]

That's very dashing of you. It really does sound like we're arranging a business contract. Not even a little passion for someone determined to win?

[ziplash]

Should I get on my knees and find a bouquet?

[ She asks, dryly, moving in so she can put her hand at the small of Manuela's back. It's not mean-spirited, just stoic, like she's wondering if someone as stiff and harsh like Lin is even capable of doing anything ✨passionate✨, at least in the way someone like Manuela would like. ]

You do seem the type of woman who likes that kind of thing. [ she's always talking about romance!! anyway, she taps the small of her back as if to encourage her to lean that way, widening the breadth of her shoulders so that Manuela can loop her arm around, if she wants. ] Am I wrong?

[alcoheal]

[Manuela slings her arm around the offered shoulder and steps right in. if they're going to do this, she might as well commit and do her best to help Lin along.

Still...she laughs.] You're not wrong. That kind of thing is usually for show though. Nobody can really be like that all the time... but it matters to me that someone means what they say when they try. So...hm, how to put it; I like the gestures, but I don't care how bad someone is at them if they're real.

[Well, that's a bit more than she might have usually said, but it covers all the bases.]

[ziplash]

You're right — nobody can be like that all the time. Anyone who is has to be a player, or a fraud.

[ With little more than a preparing bending of her knees, she hoists Manuela up into a bridal carry, tucking her other arm underneath the woman's knees. It's not surprising that Manuela feels this way, given her earlier displays of, well... wanting some kind of praise or reassurance. Meaningful gestures that communicate care, of course she'd like something like that. ]

Me, I'm the type who doesn't change for anyone. Not even the person I love. [ a beat. ] I'd hope whoever I end up with, if anyone, would be the same.

[ she's just so #real, Manuela... or rather, she means to say that she, too, prefers someone down to earth and #real, rather than someone who makes gestures for show. She gives her a little glance to make sure she's comfortable and not too jostled from being picked up, before leaning in a bit more — much as she can while holding her like this, that is. Manuela will have to close the distance herself. ]

[alcoheal]

You're speaking my language. I think anyone who projects their expectations on you is ungrateful and spineless and...well, not worth anything they say to you! We both haven't let ourselves undersell our own value, at least.

[And, oop. Lin picks her up more or less effortlessly, and even if it's a little weird and silly, she's mostly comfortable.]

...Then again, look where we are. [It still doesn't mean she's ready to compromise and stop being #real or that she wants to change herself to suit someone else's ideal and expectations. But maybe she can at least put the effort into being a little less quick to jump to conclusions.

She isn't really familiar with this, and she shows it with a little more hesitation than she might have given Lucifer's spider-man kiss or even Brenner's surprise dip. She leans in close, exhaling when their lips are only centimeters apart and pausing, that brief hesitation the moment she needs to psych herself up. Too bad they aren't still in the fairytale scenario realm, since this kiss checks all the boxes, weirdly soft and flowery, like she isn't completely sure how to kiss another woman. Because she isn't.]