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]

[ 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?]