synflux | ( open; ) summer episode part 2?

( open; ) summer episode part 2?

WHO: Any Outsider is more than welcome!
WHAT: Dating shows... I was bullied.
WHERE: Between Okinawa & Neo Tokyo.
WHEN: Throughout the remainder of July (listen, it's a production)!
WARNINGS: Partial nudity, alcohol, potential suggestive topics, and will update 'em as I see 'em!

Throughout the city of Neo Tokyo and even Okinawa, there will be advertisements posted by the hundreds (and spam mail to your oculars by an equal number), desiring candidates for a show. While the aftermath of vegas and other bleak instances might have led way for people practicing some semblance of moderation— opposite to that, the people also need their entertainment, don't they?

Fortunately, there will be an influx of dating shows looking for people to appear. They are offering a fairly decent amount of money and are even offering luxury experiences for free for participants. In this economy and food shortage??? Okay, the food may be lacking, but they do make up for it in various activities they have planned, where people can kick back, relax, and romance?

While there will be any number of shows looking for interested parties, these are the main shows/premises:

SPEED DATING

As the label suggests. People will be expected to sit down and switch through several partners. In their hands will be a card labeling who they encounter and a place to leave a check mark. They will also be given a list of questions that can be answered.

PARTNER SWAP

People can be on a show and swap partners. This doesn't necessarily need to be romantic, either. Have a friend you want to show up with, cool. The only rules are that the pairs who enter together cannot stay together during the duration of the show.

SINGLES INFERNO

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be trapped on a deserted island with other hot singles? Well, now you no longer have to wonder. They will need to cook and fend for themselves here with minimal activities or distraction— but, isn't that the point? All you need to focus on is each other! (* They will be ferried to an outer island by Okinawa). While on the island, which they label as inferno, it's also a rule that one cannot speak about their age, occupation, or any such personal details. All of this will be reserved for "paradise." To go to paradise, two individuals will need to pick one another, and if they do — they are able to go on to completed various luxury experiences together.

For those who would rather find paradise in inferno together, you can presume there are tents that act as shared dormitory quarters where contestants will stay together.

DATE ME

People are free to use this for just general dates. Maybe, you just want to finesse the system and enjoy a fun all-expense-paid for date in which you get to eat like relative kings and enjoy various experiences. Feel free to use anything in the setting to your desire.

SKINSHIP STARTER

... a show where you get paid the more skinship you do. Don't do anything you wouldn't do in a Wendy's though. (That's not how the saying actually goes).

COMMENTARY PANEL

Every good dating show needs those who simply sit and commentate, right?

* It can be assumed any of this is just open to general CR you want to spend time with, too. This is just supposed to be a silly log for chances for characters to get to know one another! Characters are more than welcome to assume they stumble upon this by accident, think it's just a basic job and can't leave, film or unfilmed (minus the commentary prompt), and whatever else! Feel free to tag freely, threadjack, etc!

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Can do.

[ (You're the same way, after all.) ]

... There's food a little way back.

[ Sorry peanut gallery. This is about as much asking out as it's getting. ]

[ Callisto could never. ]

Let's go,then. Might as well make something out of this while we're stuck here.

[ Romance has never been more alive. ]

[ Great! It's hang out time. Siffrin will shuffle his way back to the... date spot area... where they have a selection of snacks, water, and an amazing view of the beach for young hopeful lovers to get to know one another without leaking pertinent information saved for paradise.

Naturally, there is the instruction through implant to get cozy and learn about each other with questions (for views! what's better than that height difference, people!), but Siffrin is content to hop into one of the seats and take a mango to cut into with their knife and hand half off to Gebura.

... Wow. This thing is coming in useful already, splitting fruit with another person. (Romance...!)

Hope no one was expecting conversation. ]

[ Surely not, because this is the quietest affair. And that's fine, probably, at least for them, even if the producers are probably weeping because how is drama and/or romance supposed to spark into being like this!!

Finally, as she finishes peeling her mango half, Gebura looks out over the beach. ]

Better than the one I showed you?

Nah. I like lightless things more.

[ This is... fine. It's pretty. But as uneasy as the other one had made them, this one isn't quite right either. He cuts off a small cube of the bright fruit and eats it. ]

It reminds me of what everyone else doesn't remember.

Lightless?

[ Well, that was one word for it, she supposes, biting into the mango (juice goes everywhere). The water had definitely been dark. ]

Why don't they remember it?

Like the night sky. Lightless.

[ ... A slower, contemplative cut of the mango this time. Why don't they? A good question, one he's seeking the answer to now as well. ]

I don't know. They just don't. I don't remember a lot either. Just like... we've forgotten colors, too. Your world having it as a, um. Symbol thingy. Title. Is pretty unusual. The sky is bright, the ground is dark. Your hair isn't quite dark, but it isn't completely bright either. Mine is.

[ White, black ends. ]

Colors also exist for us, as themselves. You could say Color Fixers got their titles because of the colors of their attacks or of their general appearances.

... Though I'm pretty sure there's a District where there's a price on colors so you can tell who the rich people are immediately.

[ So forgetting colors means you can't see them anymore? Or does he just not have the words to describe them? ]

You wouldn't be able to tell the colors of my eyes, huh?

[ That's so odd.

All of that, but the price one especially. He shakes his head. ]

One is brighter than the other. [ Like theirs would probably be, if they showed it. Blindness and all. ] It's pretty, but I couldn't tell you what they're supposed to be. Colorwise.

[ ... ]

What do you look like? To you.

[ Well, ain't that a question. ]

If I describe it in colors, will you understand that?

[ Like. What does "red" even mean to them? And maybe it sounds condescending, to ask it like that, but she'd like to get a better understanding of how he sees the world; he'd already willingly explained it. ]

No. But I'd like to hear it anyway, since then I can learn what other things might be.

[ A hand to raise the mango, for example. Its unseen macaw coloring, orange like a sunset within. All things he doesn't know how to see, and she can. ]

There's old stories about the sky being... Bloo. And trees being... Grin. Maybe if I learn enough, I'll start to remember how to see them.

[ (You know you won't.

It doesn't work like that.

But still, isn't it nice to try?) ]

[ Well, maybe he learns another way. Either way, he'll have names for the... shades of brightness or darkness, which maybe counts for something, so Gebura licks the juice off her fingers, then tugs lightly at a strand of her ponytail. ]

This is red. About the same color as it is when people bleed. In the sun like this, it's only slightly lighter.

[ Next, she indicates the scarred eye. ]

You could call it grey or silver. Somewhere between what you'd call bright and lightless. And the other one is gold... like a darker yellow. Both of my eyes used to be that color.

[ "Red". A shade he's all too familiar with, from himself and others. So that's the word for it... and it's lighter in the sun, like now. Siffrin leans just a little closer, not touching, to inspect it and then her eyes.

"Silver" and "gold".

(You wonder what colors yours are.) ]

So one is the same as my coin, and the other is the color of flower middles.

[ The round part. With the sneezy powder. ]

They sound very pretty.

[ She literally compared one to blood?

Anyway. It is as it is, nothing else by it. ]

When you can remember colors again, you can tell me what you think about seeing them then. [ Sure, maybe they're pretty colors objectively, but they won't know until they can see them for themselves.

She looks at him then, also not touching. ]

... Your hair is white; you've got black tips. Your skin is a little darker than mine, like a light brown. And your eye...

[ She points out towards the ocean. ]

Further out on the horizon. It's a dark, deep blue, like that shade. You'd see it going deeper underwater, too.

[ One hand raises to their hair, pulling at a long lock. White, and... they know behind, fingers grasping there, black. Still not touching, Siffrin holds his hand up near to Gebura's and studies the shade difference. Almost, but not quite the same. Odile and Isa are paler, Mira is the darkest. Bonnie is darker than him, but not by much. A kid used to the outdoors.

Then, his eye. They follow her point to the ocean, the lightness of it fading to its opposite in spectrum as the water deepens.

(It's a lovely shade. You've always thought so, and faintly, faintly you remember...) ]

I think my parents used to say that too. About the shade.

[ (But you don't remember. It's hazy as ever, and you're careful not to grasp for it. Not to scare its fleeting existence.

Still, she didn't have to. You throat tightens just a bit. You reach for your hat, again, always, and it isn't there; you try to hide your face because the embarrassed warmth creeping up it.) ]

... Thanks.

[ Very quietly, watching the horizon. (Like that. Like that.) ]

[ She's aware enough to avert her gaze the instant she sees them start to hide their face. Truly, it's just returning the favor. Maybe she'd had an inkling he might want to know what colors he carried with him. ]

It was just an observation. You don't need to thank me.

If it doesn't hurt anyone, and you want to, then you should.

[ And Siffrin wanted to; it means a lot to them. He wipes at his eye a little, waiting for his heart to stop its hurting, and smiles cheekily at Gebura. ]

Will you take nice?

[ Her gaze flicks back to him and she exhales gustily. ]

Why would I take nice after saying I wasn't kind?

Because it's different.

[ (Not that you're nice, either.

But you know what you did to be called nice, and that's... something similar to now. You understand the why, even if... you don't believe it. Even if Gebura might not.) ]

You don't have to be one to be the other. And it was nice of you to... say that. I think it was nice.

[ ...

Actually, being emotionally honest is embarrassing, how do they forget this everytime-- ]

[ Tough shit, buddy. If Gebura has to remember it, so do you. ]

... Just eat your mango. [ She's going to save them both here, since this was technically her fault in the first place. ] If you've got some kind of desperate need to learn the color of something later on, you can ask me.

Or anyone, really.

[ Preferably anyone. ]

[ Ask her, got it.

...

Speaking of the mango, though. They're holding it up inquisitively. ]

[ Well, she more or less saw that coming. ]

... The skin's three different colors. Green--[ indicating as she talks ] Yellow and red. The inside's yellow-orange. Not sure if you've had them before, but the shades it is now means it's ripe.

[ "Green"... Not "Grin". Okay. "Yellow", and "red". But it's a different kind of "red" than Gebura's hair, and then the inside...

...

It's a lot of different "colors". The shades are a pleasing gradient too, which is why he likes it in the first place. Siffrin turns it around in their hand, careful not to get juice drippings anywhere, and bites into another cut cube of it. ]

Bonnie used them to make turnovers once. It was really, really good, and super flaky. I ate five.

[ And honestly, he could go for five more right now...

(... Though, why aren't you hungry anymore? Because food lasts now? Because there's no loop that's taking it back?)

Mm. Mango. ]

Is the sky really "bloo"?

Sometimes.

[ ... Explaining this is not something she ever thought she would do and Chesed would make it sound much more beautiful, but Gebura is from the Backstreets and even as the Patron Librarian of the Floor of Language, her own is forever straightforward. ]

The sky changes colors all the time. In the morning, it's a mix of a lighter blue--[ Pointing at the water that's just past the sand ] And pink and purple. Then if the sun is out, it's a slightly darker blue, but still a lot lighter than your eye. More like the first ocean I showed you at night.

And the... you know sunsets, yeah?

[ All the time... "Pink" and "purple" will need to be studied, but the others are easy to visualize with their shades. No, he still can't remember the color. But the shades are important -- their small differences, the gradient that goes with them.

A nod! Sunsets are nice. ]

They're... a similar shade to the mango, and to your hair. But then it gets dark, like the ocean, and then the stars come out. It's nice to watch at the beach.

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