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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[aldaft]

[Cyrus rubs his chin in thought.]

Bang? Is that what to which boom refers? I fail to see what purpose such a room serves . . .

[dankgod]

Is that so...? You do look like the kinda guy who's more likely to have your face in a dry book than anything wetter.

[aldaft]

Wet . . . ? If the room is meant to produce a booming sound from being banged within, should its walls and floor not be dry?

[dankgod]

Hnnn... Let me give you a tip, okay? If a girl's walls are dry when you're banging around within her, you're doing something seriously wrong.

1/2

[aldaft]

[Girl's walls . . . dry . . . banging around?]

[aldaft]

[!!]

You don't possibly mean . . .

[dankgod]

Ah, that really hurts. You're not bad looking, but if you don't even know that much...

[aldaft]

To think there was such a colloquialism for the act . . . Ahem. Are you quite all right?

[dankgod]

Nuh-uh, no way. I was expecting this to be a fun time, but I'm already tired of this.

[aldaft]

Beg pardon? What exactly are you tired of?

[dankgod]

Isn't it obvious...? Dealing with idiots like you.

[aldaft]

[Twice in one day, eh? Cyrus appears unbothered by the remark.]

Is that so? Then, if I may, what's your idea of a fun time?

[dankgod]

I wouldn't say some "boom boom" is a bad idea, myself... well, I wouldn't say it like that. It is pretty cringe.

[aldaft]

What would you say it like?

[dankgod]

[ CONSIDERING....... ]

Hmmmmmmmmm... I want the D? I was hoping to get laid. I dunno what anyone thought trapping a dozen hotties in a house together was gonna do except get everyone jumping each other's bones... it seems like at least some of them are expecting us to cut right to the chase. And I don't like wasting my time.

[aldaft]

[None of this is what he expected, but perhaps that's the beauty of this spontaneously lewd encounter. She's teaching him so many phrases! It's enough that he forgets being called an idiot entirely (for now).

Why is it called D?]

Well, I hope you soon find yourself with the D, as it were. Your supposed Perfect Match is out there somewhere. Perhaps you'll find yours sooner than we, ours.

[dankgod]

[ Kasque seems nonplussed by this encouragement. ]

Who's "we," exactly...?

[aldaft]

Why, the rest of the contestants, of course.

[dankgod]

But one of them is my match, right...? Could even be you. Well, I'd be seriously surprised if it was, but I don't know how they decide this kinda thing...

[aldaft]

Indeed. We know that the matches were decided by an algorithm, but not what that very algorithm entails. If you had to take a guess from initial impressions alone, who do you suppose your potential match could be?

[dankgod]

[ This question gets a much briefer moment of consideration. ]

If I reaaaaally had to pick someone... What was his name? Zagreus? Well, there's not much to go on so far, but he looks like a himbo.

[aldaft]

[A good choice. He has a harder time following the reason, however.]

Himbo?

[dankgod]

A guy who's hot, but has about one brain cell.

[aldaft]

[His brow scrunches in thought. One brain? How is that possible? He supposes Zagreus fits the description of hot, given those feet . . . ]

You must be quite perceptive to glean that much from looks alone.

[dankgod]

Mmm, I've done a looot of watching people.