Truth Booth;

[omnivoracious]

❤ 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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[darkinstructor]

[ Yeah, Jeritza's self control is essentially all about shot now. He even lets out a dark chuckle of sorts when the other man says what he does, daring to still make the effort to turn and face him. To dare challenge him with such movements.

Truly, it's a pity the overseer decided to ensure there were no weapons upon them. ]

I've been patient for long enough.

[ Jeritza punctuates his words with a low growl, but there is something that flashes across those eyes when he tells him to show 'how much'. So he here they are, having crossed to the other side to make their position clear (thanks to the efforts of the other man, mostly.) ]

I've no intention of doing anything else, Rufus.

[ And indeed he does exactly that, fingers clenching tight in a death grip, with no intention of letting go. Let's goooo scanning!! ]

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[omnivoracious]

[ wtf you guys are weird. The Truth Booth needs a better adult.

So the lights kind of uncertainly go dark? The scanning starts? The music kicks on.

Please don't break any bones while the song plays. ]

[omnivoracious]

[ The lights come on. The music stops. The screen displays-- ]



[ The FF7 victory fanfare plays! Rose petals start falling! One of the hidden camera people starts to weep and whispers exultantly, "Third try, Rooters for Rufus are winning!!"

YAY. ]

[corporative]

[The music’s appropriately dramatic for a moment in which big results are about to be revealed — not to mention having his arm in a death grip b a man who, apparently, has a bloodlust streak.

Well, it’s fine. The fingerprint-shaped bruises around his forearm will be negligible, surely. He only watches Jeritza until the very last second, when the results flicker to life—

Glancing at them, he has moment of genuine surprise, before he tilts his head back in a laugh. Pain and murderous, newly-minted perfect match be damned.

also hey he knows that tune]

On the day I find out about this new side of you, we’re declared a perfect match. Isn’t that funny? Are you excited?

[bruh you can let go now]

Your wish being granted is closer to becoming a reality than ever before.

[darkinstructor]

[ Just as he thought...when the results display themselves before his very eyes, it's enough to make him quiver with excitement. Not that he actually does that, but the expression of triumph is enough to display the sentiment easily.

Jeritza's hand moves from where it's gripped him his forearm tightly to grip the other man's wrist. ]

Yes, I am...I will have it...

[ He doesn't care for anything else right now! His goal is in sight. Nothing else matters.

And right now, what he wants...is a fight. ]

...Rufus, answer my challenge! I will retrieve my weapon and you shall yours. We will finally face each other as we should.

[ It's at this time that the other male finally loosens his grip on the other. ]

[corporative]

[Who would’ve thought that such a celebratory moment would end up this way? Rufus wrenches his hand free, shaking out his wrist, nerves tingling now that his blood flow isn’t constricted.

The look in Jeritza’s eyes is absolutely wild. How long’s this been stirring under the surface, waiting to be let out? So being a perfect match makes him, what? A perfect target, too? He can’t say the signs weren’t there in previous conversations; he just never guessed to this degree.]

Fine. I’m a man of my word. I did say I’d give you what you want, assuming the Overseer won’t frown upon your little idea for excitement.

[He’s no stranger to a fight. How’s Jeritza hold up to an ex-SOLDIER, he wonders?]