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WEEK FOUR MINGLE

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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[It feels like they've talked about matches every single day this week. And at this point... Whatever will be will be.

Zhongli makes some tea and sets it out among the table along with a few sweet treats.]

It was quite turbulent and whatever happens tomorrow will happen. But assuming we all get back what was taken tomorrow perhaps one last poem for the road?

[I'm writing you one last limerick.]

Ten and four found themselves at the door
Of a grand castle and tasked with a chore
Find the matches of your hearts
For surely we all had the smarts
And if we fail, I hear there might be war

Of the contestants was fair Aurelia
A leader and vocal, always with an idea
And her match found was a Foxian brave and true
Yukong bright and brilliant with her gaze on the blue
Without their guidance I admit we fell into a bit of mania

Next we have the beautiful opera singer
Always looking for that single ringer
Voice stolen and locked away
So we really must save the day
That we may listen to a lovely stinger

Next is Ori small, lovely and kind
Who could transform into any animal you can find
Though I must confess I recall you best as a frog
And partaking on my own cruel apple grog
Yet with a kiss you were no longer being spellbind

Next we of course have Doctor Brenner
Who I fear caused quite the tremor
I can't say I approve
We all ask you to improve
A heart is supposed to be in your center

And we skip to a different doctor here with us
Always engaging and willing to discuss
Looking to improve with each day that passes
Seeing the world through a new pair of glasses
Needless to say I wish you success

Gentle and true, you can hear his objection
Paired with someone who holds my deep affection
With her by your side you'll learn to love the sky
In days to come you'll envy that you can't fly
But know that she's always under my protection

Earth bound and true we have Miss Lin
Who was determined to see us to a win
I admit greatly with all my heart
That we will not angrily part
We can meet again with naught but a grin

Troublesome Mithra to this day
I fear I don't understand much of what you say
But I will confess that I do take amusement
In your Doctor Brenner inducement
Do be careful or you'll turn him an early grey

There is a tale here for this one's restraint
Though I can admit that it is not a fair complaint
Uroko of the great and wide sea
A place that still wounds me endlessly
Another day the picture I will paint

Dearest Cloud Retainer long time friend
We see this new trial through to the end
Your presence and words were held most dear
Left on my own there would have been much to fear
I hold true to my word to punish that who did offend

To Oz my match I hope these words reach you
Out of all people here it seems to be us two
Should you wish we should talk under star filled skies
Do reach out should the want ever arise
I do so enjoy talking to someone new

Last but not least a wondrous treasure
Dearest Lucifer I am fond of you without measure
Soaring the skies in a gentle embrace
Made this stone heart endlessly race
Knowing you has been nothing but a pleasure

Come what may
I can easily say
Being here was a treat
That couldn't be beat
Each of you have made the day.

[ A final limerick for the road...! Yukong listens, fully attentive as he performs. As anyone should be when someone bears their heart in this way. It takes all her self control to not let a laugh escape at the verse about Brenner, but she manages.

Zhongli's sentiments always seem to come across best this way, and once all is said and done, Yukong's heart can feel nothing but warm, despite all the ups and downs of the past weeks.

She claps at an appropriate volume for an appropriate length of time, and then stands and approaches. ]

I will do my best to put the lines to memory, to turn back to on a rainy day.

[He smiles at her words. It sure has been a bumpy few weeks. But the bond between most of them seems a bit more certain.]

Should we be able to eventually write I would gladly jot it down for you. And if not before we leave when we somehow meet again. Your tales of the Luofu are not ones I'd soon forget and I a journey I hope to take one day.

[He holds out his hands, with the intention of holding hers in turn.]

Miss Yukong it is not yet the time for goodbyes and partings but meeting you has been a wonderful experience.

Thank you, old friend. One is equally grateful for your company through all of this.

[ She'll pour herself some tea and take a seat. Eventually she's going to talk to Brenner about his... Brenner stuff... and she wants to have a conversation with Phoenix tonight as well. But to start, she simply wants to relax. ]

[He crosses one leg over the other and offers her a look of utter fondness. What a rocky road it's been and they may not win this but... There has much to be gained from the entire experience.]

I am deeply glad that you have been here, truly. I have certainly erred and taken some large missteps. [Terribly large missteps.] But I am glad for what has been found. There is no shortage of friends and acquaintances.

Assuming all is well on the home front and I am allowed to travel a little... I am looking forward to these new journeys on the horizon.

[Somehow, his short attention span manages to fade in and out at just the right times. Once Zhongli finishes his piece, Mithra lowers his teacup.]

Inducement? I'm not certain that I know what you mean.

[He takes a small sip after all of that and nods at the inquiry.]

Inducement... An act or a thing that is intended to make something happen or to persuade someone to do something. You induced yourself on Mister Brenner. It's not a perfect fit, admittedly... But amusement is not a terribly easy word to rhyme.

[He nods during the first half. If he thinks about it along those lines, that's more or less the truth.]

Is it really that amusing? All we did was pick each other.

Not really. I don't find either of you very funny.

[He allows a moment to pass. They are nearly done with this so perhaps... He'll attempt again with Mithra.]

You take things quite literally, I've found... Perhaps too literally.

[For once, he is not Funny Man.]

I'm not a poet. Then again, neither are you.

[Alright, Mithra.]

I never claimed to be but that's my curse here.

[Help, he meant it in terms of profession.]

It looks like it'd be tedious. Do you enjoy it?

[He contemplates this for a bit.]

It's a fun but not something I would like to do at length. If I want to tell a story I would like to just tell it. But it did get me reciting poems for on a whim, as I did just now.

I may still do it now and then when I go home. And Lucifer might like them if I keep coming up with them.

[More stories, huh . . . ]

I believe that man would like anything you do.

[This earns him a heartfelt laugh and he's late to lifting a hand to muffle it any.]

I'm sure that's not true.

[He blinks.]

Whyever not? He's clearly fond of you as you are of him. Simply being there should be enough, shouldn't it?

[He hums, amused still but he gives a shake of the head.]

Being there can be enough. We're still learning about one another. Likes and dislikes. Cultivating the seeds of something new and it will come with growing pains. It already has had some. But the garden that will come forth will be quite something, or I like to think so.

Being with someone is not about liking everything a person does. It is learning and growing and accepting each other be it the good and the bad and creating a harmony between two individuals.

Hmm . . .

[It sounds like a pain. Is loving someone supposed to be that much work? Small wonder he doesn't understand it.]

Then what does harmony between two people look like?

It's different for everyone. And it is not tangible... It's a state of being.

[He hums, thoughtful... Perhaps he has some examples.]

Listening to Guizhong work on her inventions. Watching Azhdaha bask in the sunlight he went for so long without. Listening to me tell a story that's been heard dozens upon dozens of times.

Being beside someone and co-existing around one another. I believe that is harmony between two people.

[The imagery of this Azhdaha sounds vaguely familiar. Mithra pauses, because there's something else that niggles at the back of his mind even before that.

At least they can agree on co-existence.]

Ah, that's right. Didn't you have a box with you? Have you managed to open it yet?

[His eyes narrow just slightly at the mention of Guizhong's puzzle box.]

I always have it on me but, no, I have not managed to open it. In two thousand years I have not had the wisdom to do so.

[All that power, yet not enough wisdom. What a shame.]

Lucifer has been around a long time as well, hasn't he? Why don't you ask him to take a look?

Hm. That was something I considered. And I may yet... in time, I think. It seems a touch indelicate to bring a precious item of a beloved from the past to the early foundation of something new. But once things are more concrete and sturdier I may ask for assistance...

[He returns to his tea for a moment, savoring the notes of flavor before setting the cup back down with care.]

And what of you, Mithra? Is there anything you have gleaned from this experience that you wish to take with you?

[Is it indelicate? Well, he supposes whether it's sooner or later doesn't matter at the end of the day.

He also recognizes good tea for what it is and nurses his cup in the interim, taking an additional sip when he's posed a curious question.]

Not particularly. All I can say is that there's no meaning behind the matches. Whatever Rutile believed I'd find wasn't here.

[He hums softly, thinking of his own possible match. Someone he doubts has any interest in speaking with him outside of all this. And… that is fine. It is. He found more than he was hoping for elsewhere.]

I wouldn’t say that exactly. [But considering Mithra’s match…] But I can see why you might feel that way and understand. I think most found happiness and interest outside their matches.

I will also say that this was the sort of place where you got only as much as you gave.

WEEK FOUR MINGLE

ᯓ⭐ WEEK FOUR MINGLE

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