Truth Booth;

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❤ Truth Booth



Welcome to the Truth Booth, an innocuous-looking hut located not too far from the house, though you have to pass through a rather dense copse of palm trees and you can only make this journey with one other person.

Completely at odds with the outward appearance, the inside of the hut has white tiled floors and an almost clinical appearance. Those wishing to test their compatibility for the week must clasp hands and stand in the center of the room, where they will be scanned to determine whether they are (or not) a Perfect Match. Facing them is a screen displaying their Highly Flattering Pictures and when the scanning is complete, the truth will also flash on their screen.

So step right up. It's the only way to know for sure.

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Comments

[saucerous]

I'm really happy. [Marcille finally lifts her face out of her hand, for the most part, to actually look over at them now that they've buried into her shoulder. Despite the laughter, there are some happy tears welling in the corner of each eye, too. She's feeling too many things, too much, all at one time too be expressed in a single reaction.] Even under the circumstances, our expertise worked out a little bit in the end.

[They look cute in here, in a way that seems deeper than the cute way they normally present themself. They always appear adorable, but this is something more than that - a feeling.

Marcille puts her forehead against theirs.] Hey, would you mind if I -?

[reappraise]

[ Their face lights up brighter when she gets close, shining eyes meeting hers. They're just kneeling on the floor in this strange little room, but the air around them still feels big, momentous. To the point that it's almost overwhelming. ]

Not at all... I want to.

[ And even with all this commotion around them, they still seem a bit shy, speaking only loud enough for her to hear - it feels almost unreal. Things worked out too well in their favor. But now, with this set in stone, they're allowed to be a bit more forward in their actions, right?

They lean forward to meet her half way, glittering eyelashes fluttering. One of their hands lifts to gently cup her face, guiding her lips to their own - with all the care they can muster. ]

[saucerous]

[It must be pretty dangerous, rewarding Marcille with exactly what she wanted. Dia's words freeze her in place under the weirdly artificial lights of the booth; she realizes then that she's been waiting for something like this, wanted it this whole time. Their forwardness turns her into the shy, hesitant one, doe-eyed and a little awestruck, but as soon as she's guided into the kiss, Marcille's smile is back, lazily turning up the corners of her mouth against theirs. She steals a second kiss immediately after, followed by a shorter, more playful third.

When they finally do break apart, Marcille guides Dia's hand back to her chest, where her heart is still jumping erratically in a combination of excitement and lingering adrenaline.]

I guess this won't be slowing down any time soon. [Then, as if these two thoughts have any place being paired together:] You have confetti in your hair.

[reappraise]

[ This is what kissing someone should be like - that's the first thought that runs through their mind when she kisses them again and again. It's spontaneous but feels right, feels like they're close to her in a way that just wasn't achievable until now. Funnily enough, they're thinking the exact same thing— that this is what they've been waiting for this entire time. With another laugh: ]

You do too. [ When they pull back, they're beaming, pressing against her chest firmly. There's no pulse to be found in their palm, but their own excitement is evident enough in their bright expression. ] Here, and here....

[ They draw the pad of their thumb against her cheek, then raise their nimble fingers to pluck out a few pieces of the shimmering paper, never disturbing any of her braids. They're gentle with everyone, but the special attention they take to her seems one step further than that. ]

Hmm, even your hair is soft. I'm learning a lot of cute things today.

[ Retracting their hand, they let the confetti float down to the ground as they release the pieces. In the back of their mind, they're thinking that the two of them probably look like quite the spectacle sitting down in the booth like this, but, for right now... they don't want to think about the other contestants just yet. ]

[saucerous]

It kind of suits you. [She hesitates to remove it. Diamond has enough sparkle to render the confetti moot, but seeing the reminder of their success on them is nice enough. It's tangible and real, something she can touch instead of just words on a screen.

What a terribly long, terribly enlightening day. Marcille has no desire to let them slip from her grasp right, now, but she shifts her weight back on her heels and stretches.]

... My legs are getting a little numb. [This wouldn't be a problem for them at all, but she's been crouching in this position for a while now.] I think I'd better get up.

[The walk back to the house is going to feel so much shorter than the one down did, even if it takes exactly the same amount of time.]