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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[aldaft]

A no small number of us made it clear at the ceremony that they feel we could be a match. The possibility of being sent down this road was there since we paired ourselves for the challenge. And now here we are . . .

What are your thoughts?

[unrecompensed]

[She's quiet for a long moment, and then she scrubs at her face.]

... There's lots of stuff I could say, but it seems kind of pointless until we get the result, right?

So ask me again later.

[...]

But I will say that even though you can be a little aggravating, I've enjoyed spending time with you... s-so, that's that.

[aldaft]

[Was he aggravating? Apparently he is—annoying, too. Cyrus glances down at the space between them. Oh, dear.

Once the initial wave of awareness passes, he smiles.]

As have I, my dear. You've taught me a great many thing, including how to kiss. Regardless of the outcome, those experiences will not change.

[unrecompensed]

[DON'T... REMIND HER...

She goes even redder, but... smiles a little too, shrugging.]

... Thanks. Let's, um... let's hope for the best, okay?

[She does not clarify what "the best" means.

Oh, look! The truth booth is looming.]

[aldaft]

[Perhaps he'll find out what she means by that once the result releases. Right now, he takes a good look at her and remembers what Diamond told him on the boat. She really does fluster easily.]

It seems we're nearly there. What do you suppose it's like inside?

[unrecompensed]

[She considers that for a long moment, tapping at her lower lip with a finger.]

... Classy...? Maybe? It's supposed to be special, right?

[aldaft]

[He nods along with a quiet hum. Maybe the interior resembles that of the house.]

I do wonder as to the process. Why is it that they don't simply tell us the result once the votes have been tallied?

[unrecompensed]

[She closes her eyes at that and sighs.]

TV Drama... there's probably going to be a commercial break as soon as we get in there.

[That reminder just gets her to shake her head firmly, reach out for the doorknob, and open it.]

Let's do this.

[aldaft]

[She's so knowledgeable. He could ask her a dozen questions right then and there, but she must be eager to be done with the suspense. The door opens and he gestures with the rise of his arm for her to go inside first as he reaches out to hold the door behind them with his other hand.]

Indeed.

[omnivoracious]

[ There are no commercial breaks yet!!

Just a very pristine room with dark walls and gleaming white tiles, with two off-color tiles denoting where they're meant to go. There's nothing else in the room, except for a screen displaying the following: ]

[unrecompensed]

[........ She sighs.]

It's not classy at all... it's kind of tacky, actually.

[But! Obediently she'll go in and to her spot/tile.]

[aldaft]

[Cyrus moves to the tile that has yet to be claimed as he looks around at the walls and floor. They do sort of resemble the house in that they're foreign to him. Dimly, he thinks that she looks lovely in the picture on the screen.]

Ahaha. Fortunately, we shouldn't be here for much longer.

[Though he wouldn't mind sticking around to touch every part of the interior . . . ]

Now then . . .

1/2

[omnivoracious]

[ Wow. Can't believe Douki-chan is calling something tacky after some of her fantasies.

I mean.

Some music starts up as they stand on their tiles. As soon as Cyrus reaches his, all the lights go out, except for the thin green lights that start from the ground up and run up and down, scanning them.

This goes on for what probably feels like an eternity, but at least the music is exciting.

(Elsewhere, the audience is being treated to cat food commercials.) ]

[omnivoracious]

[ the lights finally blink back on. The scanning stops. So does the music.

And the screen changes in front of them, to something else. ]



[ This also starts playing! ]

[unrecompensed]

[...?

.... ???????

....... ????!?!?!??!?!?!??!???

...

........!!!!!!!!!!!

Aoko's brain is out, come back later.]

[aldaft]

Well, then! I suppose those who voted for us made the correct . . .

[The music is truly bewildering, though not terrible. Cyrus' eyebrows arch in pleasant surprise, then in mild confusion when he turns to find that Aoko looks as if she's been turned to stone.]

Aoko . . . ?

[unrecompensed]

[She turns to face him, cheeks flushed, and hands threaded together before her--and she shuffles in place, sheepish and awkward and--

Quietly, as a murmur:]

... I'm... r-really, really glad.

[aldaft]

[He brings his hands up each of her arms and over her shoulders, where he gives her a reassuring squeeze after closing his eyes in brief thought.]

As am I. Now, shall we rejoin the others in celebration of the good news?

[unrecompensed]

[She shuffles in place a moment more, threading her fingers and unthreading them--

And then she nods.]

Right, yeah. [DEEP BREATH. And a smile.] Let's go back.

[aldaft]

[Aoko's heart houses many intense emotions; this, he knows. He allows her the moment she needs, nods at her reply, then retrieves a hand and moves the other hand to her upper back so that they may leave together, putting the uplifting music behind them.]

Watch your step.