week four | mingle

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Welcome to your fourth and final week, teens!

There aren’t many changes around the house today: it seems everyone is dialed in on what needs to be done and the upcoming week. Everything that was on the fritz last week is now back to normal, aside from the Dress Up Your Blorbo curse. You can still do that at will.

Anyway, it's fine that all seems quiet.

There’s plenty going on anyway this week.

Dates | Embrace Space | Property Damage, etc | CR Event | A Thing
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Submissions

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[ Black magic... Mark doesn't know what that means, just that if it's Dorothea wielding it, it can't be bad at all. She really has his full attention now though; a strength he hadn't even thought to consider. She's a singer, and of course she can be more than just that, but... wow.

For a moment he's so caught up in this new revelation that her closing sentiment goes right over his head. He'd been enraptured; now, he's redirecting his gaze towards a crater in the ground off to the side. ]

Yeah... [ He's quiet, but it's quiet here, too. She can probably still hear him just fine. Trying to perk up, looking back up at her: ] It's cool that you can fight things like this too, though. I mean, it's not cool that you have to, but I'm still here, and you're still here, so we made out alright, right?

[ A little smile that quickly fades. ]

It... might have been better. If I didn't help my dad. Maybe he could have taken care of it on his own anyway, regardless of what I did, but we fought right after, so... maybe I shouldn't have helped him.

[ Even though the idea of leaving his dad to fight a monster of this scale on his own makes him feel uneasy, but... it really might have been for the best. ]

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[They are both still here, so that certainly counts for something. Whether it counts enough for the “cool” prospect of it to still stand… maybe. It’s impressive, worthy of respect to be sure, but it all just leaves her feeling so conflicted. More now than it had even a month or two ago.

But clearly there’s conflict in how Mark feels about it too, at the very least when it comes to what he says about his father. Someone who may have been able to deal with the beast single-handedly, judging from what he says (a mind-boggling idea, truth be told), but things are never that simple. There’s some sympathy there from her reflected in the tug at the corner of her lips, the very slight creasing of her brows.]

I obviously don’t know how things with your father ended up like that, but… [A sigh, gaze momentarily drifting back to the enormous thing in front of them.] I find that it’s always good to want to help. I’m sure your heart was in the right place. That’s important, isn’t it?

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[ He hesitates. He doesn't know why he's hesitating. ]

... Yeah. Yeah, no, you're right. That's who I've wanted to be, ever since I got my powers. Even before then. I just...

[ He sighs, frustrated. ]

I wish the world could be that simple, you know? I thought it was. It seems kind of unfair that it isn't.