week three | dates

[showhost]

You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!





Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.

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[rosethorns]

[Dorothea opts for some green. It's really time for some happy little trees!! There's a brief laugh from her as she dips her brush into the awaiting paint.]

No, certainly not. [Very slight pause as she attempts the beginnings of something vaguely tree-shaped.] I was an opera diva back home. Singing and acting on stage to the applause of many.

[Boasting! But it's true, so it's fine of course.]

[titlecard]

[ Oh, trees! Mark is just... really filling up his entire canvas with blue, hm. Though he does pause for a second when she clarifies. ]

An opera diva...! [ There's a hushed awe to his voice as he misses his canvas on his next stroke, hitting the easel instead. Whoops. ] I've never been to an opera before... or really tried singing. And you do it in front of so many people... You must be so, so good at it.

[ He's going out with a professional performer... wow. Never would he have ever thought...! ]

[rosethorns]

So I’ve been told.

[She finishes up one cute little tree, a coy little smile alight on her lips. Mark’s awed response is one she’s garnered many times before, but it does still please her to know that people admire her skill.]

I got into it when I was rather young, and before I knew it, I had become quite the star. If you appreciate music and stirring emotional tales, you absolutely must find time to attend one. They’re always quite beautiful.

[titlecard]

I've never really thought of music and stirring emotional tales together before. [ Comic books don't exactly have a soundtrack... Although movies do, so... ... hm...

Not the point. Mark dips his brush in some water to clean it off, swirling it around before he goes for the white paint. Maybe it's time to try a cloud...

He looks back at her after a few swipes at it. The beauty of clouds is that they can look like anything. Anyway. Are they as beautiful as you is on the tip of his tongue, but that feels. he's not going to say that, ]

... I feel like the first time I hear one, it should be from you. Since you're the star, right? It'd be weird to hear someone else singing first.

[rosethorns]

[Tree number two is getting underway as Mark ventures into experimenting with clouds. A little tilt of her head as she finishes it, then nods; it will have to do! Her own brush takes a little dip in the water as she considers the next step.]

Well… Sanji has been suggesting that I give a small performance of a song or two back at the house.

[She watches his artful swipes with the white paint for a moment, before looking over to try to catch his gaze.]

Perhaps I will give it a go. I’d be happy to give you your first little taste of opera.