Week 0 Mingle;

[omnivoracious]

❤ Week 0 Mingle

Welcome to your new home, contestants! You step off the boat you somehow don't remember being on (or the plane, or the transdimensional time warp you skipped through) and find yourself on a beautiful, lush island! All you have is what you managed to cram into one suitcase (or three), so snacks, clothes, sex toys, photo albums of your family or coworkers, your phone that will not be working all that well, and etc. No living things, why would you put them through the embarrassment of witnessing your romantic escapades? Please.


You're led to a house and told this is where you will be living until you get your act together and find your destined partner. How nice! It appears to be set up already to be lived in, and the kitchen has a mini bar with alcohol already provided, as well as a little notebook of instructions as to how to mix drinks and how to play those wildly popular Drinking Games. Maybe give it a try later?

Once you're all unpacked and starting to mingle, you'll find a young lady in the traditional Ojousama Ringlets standing out in the yard. She'll wait until everyone is present before she smiles and speaks.

"Good day, contestants. I am the Overseer, the individual who will be, well... overseeing your romantic escapades during your stay. I believe you know the rules already, so I'll be brief: you are all here because you have encountered difficulties maintaining a romance. You have all been paired up with each other, thanks to a complicated matchmaking algorithm. Your goal is to find your Perfect Match. Should all ten Perfect Matches be found and confirmed, all of you will have your wishes granted. So really..."

She places a hand delicately to her chin. "It would behoove you to speak with each other, test out your chemistry, and see where that leads you as quickly as possible. I shall be scarce today, save for an occasional encounter, but I will be speaking with you tomorrow to give you a better idea of what your next few weeks will be looking like. By all means, do enjoy yourselves."

She curtseys. And then leaves, but don't worry. She may just pop into your toplevel to ask you some questions. Or she may not! Who knows!

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bedroom

[aldaft]

Hm?

[Cyrus gives Cassius the inquisitive cant of his head, neither resistant nor offended. As of now, his hand is on the warm side.]

What can I do for you?

[lunararts]

[ Hm. Subject's hand is warm to the touch. More evidence required.

Cassius, being a weirdo but not that kind of weirdo, releases Cyrus's hand, though he doesn't bother to give the man any additional space. ]

Does your body typically regulate itself at this temperature? Do you find the heating in this room to be adequate?

[aldaft]

[This is fine with Cyrus, who simply lowers his hand and answers:]

Yes, on both accounts. Why do you ask?

[lunararts]

[ Straight and to the point, and tolerant of his questions. Cassius likes this guy. ]

I find myself confused as to the close positioning of these beds. Do most people not prefer having their own individual quarters to sleep in?

[aldaft]

[At that, Cyrus regards the beds all around them with a hand to his chin.]

It would be more proper if we slept in separate quarters as you say . . . However, the purpose of this facility is to guide us toward our Perfect Matches. Perhaps the positioning of the beds is meant to foster bonding between contestants.

It may also be in the interest of sparing the rest of the house for other functions.

[lunararts]

[ ........... ]

[ ........... ]

[ ........... ]

[ Cassius tilts his head to one side, puzzled. ]

'Other' functions?

[aldaft]

[How endearing.]

As you're aware, this building houses twenty of us, as well as the crew who document our interactions. [This, he learned after cheerfully dogging the cameras and the people behind them to satisfy his curiosity.] If there were to be a room for each of us—no, even pairs—why, there would be none left for other activities such as dining and mingling.

[lunararts]

[ Are the cameramen also afraid of Cyrus now.... ]

Could they not simply recruit more laborers to cover the gaps? This house is quite large. [ With a vague wave around. ] Surely they are not lacking in funds.

[aldaft]

[Just a wee bit shy.]

It is large, yes—larger than the interior suggests. I posit that there's more in store for us of which we've yet to be informed.

[lunararts]

[ Don't mind Cassius as he slowly nods along. ]

Are you familiar with these [ ... ] 'reality shows' then?

[aldaft]

[He shakes his head.]

Not at all. Today is the first I've heard of it.

[lunararts]

You seem very well-informed despite your unfamiliarity with it.

[ +1 respect point tbh. ]

What else have you learned thus far?

[aldaft]

Plenty, I'd say. What piques your interest? I saw you with the crew earlier.

[They fled so swiftly with many a tear.]

[lunararts]

[ Bruh....he just wanted some answers to his questions. ]

I simply wished to understand the nature of this game. If I am to succeed, it would be only logical for me to obtain as much information about the surroundings as well as the other members present.

[ He did memorize everyone's profiles, at least. ]

[aldaft]

Quite. Have you learned much about the other contestants?

[lunararts]

I have memorized the profiles made available to us and committed all the information to my databanks.

[ can't believe i'm gonna have to have the profiles page open in a tab along with thesaurus dot com ]

The next step is to complete a full scan of our current residence.

[aldaft]

Profiles?

[Databanks? Cyrus has yet to take a good look at the screen in the common area. He suspects Cassius isn't talking about the angle of their faces.]

[lunararts]

Yes. One has been created for each of us.

[ Please hold as he takes a minute to recite one in particular. ]

Your name is Cyrus Albright. You are currently thirty years of age. Your location of origin is Atlasdam, Orsterra. Your weight is...

[ He is literally just going to recite the profile word for word until someone stops him or he finishes naturally two minutes later. ]

[aldaft]

[Cyrus has zero reason to stop Cassius. Instead, he hangs onto every word and, if he were a mere theatrical man, would have ended it with an applause. As he is, he spreads his arms to convey his awe.]

Impressive! You have a remarkable memory. Although . . . I am not certain what you meant by maidens and shoving. Is that what my profile truly says?

[lunararts]

That is what is listed. Were you not consulted when the profile was created?

[ me choosing not to think too hard about how all this works. ]

You are in possession of an appearance that most would describe as 'handsome.' Thus you would have no difficulty in wooing said fair maidens. I believe the profile to be accurate.

[aldaft]

[He shakes his head—both to the question and the comment.]

Please, friend. A word such as handsome suits you better than it does me. And I assure you that I do not make a hobby of wooing anyone.

[lunararts]

Perhaps it is time to pick up such a hobby here, given the objective of the game we have been chosen to participate in.

[ But also, pls give him tips. Cyrus can be senpai #2. ]

[aldaft]

[That requires him to know what he's doing.]

Ahaha, perhaps so—if there were more time. I would much rather stick to what I know and see where that takes me. Even if I were to pursue such a hobby, I wouldn't know where to begin.

[lunararts]

I have heard that many people choose to use a 'pick-up line' when engaging in such activities.

[ What, exactly, entails a good pick-up line though? He has no idea. What even is a pick-up line?? ]

[aldaft]

Do they?

[His tone asks the same question.]

Do you know of any?