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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[ Mark could. not be any more grateful for Sanji right now than he already is. He's a little bit of a deer in headlights as he stares into the camera — something that he should be used to by now, but he really has gone by and large for a month without using any of his powers, so it feels all the more like it's staring at him — feeling self-conscious as, oh, there goes Sanji.

He rubs at his newly-freed shoulders. Whatever story people want to make up for themselves is better than the truth, so he should get over it... that they were caught like this is fine...

It actually is fine, though. He's just going to go back to ignoring the camera, like he's gotten fairly practised at over the weeks. Turn back to Sanji, soft, sincere smile on his face. ]

Thanks man. For, uh... helping get me out of there.

[ Out of the pocket dimension, sure; out of his own head, definitely. ]

[hgeegh]

[Sanji smiles wryly in answer. Given the nature of his own pocket dimension, he can understand the sentiment. On the other hand, they'd best be careful with how they speak around the cameras . . . ]

Anytime. Who'd have thought the hatch would be so high up?

[It's not a total lie. The exit was high up—higher than anyone besides Mark might have been able to reach—but he hopes this is enough to throw simpler minds off the trail by suggesting something mundane that necessitated their previous position.]

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[ Nervous little laugh but he's just going with it, yeah. Again: grateful for Sanji. And Sanji's ability to think quickly. ]

Right? It really, um. Took the two of us. [ ... ] Thanks again.

[ All of this remains technically true, so he really has to be sincere in his thanks. Thank you, which is not something he thought he'd be saying to him a month ago, but... yeah. Yeah. ]

[hgeegh]

[Mark is earnest, all right. Sanji's gaze lingers for a second before he points at the house with his free hand.]

I'm heading back inside. You coming?

[Truthfully, he'd like a smoke break, but it would be less conspicuous (and nerve-racking) for Mark to be indoors and blending in with more of their peers.]

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Oh! Yeah, yeah — I'm right with you.

[ Once again cognizant of Sanji saving his ass before he completely fumbles this (and so close to the end, too). Another appreciative smile as he joins him on heading back inside, blissfully unaware of Sanji's need for nicotine — just happy to be back here, safe and sound, with a friend. ]