BotchelorS2 · Night 3
Zenobia Vast × Reginald Thorne
“Midnight Melody And Shuttered Shops”
The long walk home through the city at night, past shuttered shops, with a street musician who knows exactly one song.
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What they want
Zenobia Vast: Sizing up whether his wit runs deeper than the clever patter, and whether he will actually listen.
Reginald Thorne: Sparring with a worthy adversary and finding out whether she is more than her theatrical front.
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Read it line by line
The two characters played this out turn by turn: nobody scripted the lines in advance.
First impressions
Good evening. Your pen has already left a small blue constellation on your cuff, so I assume you are a writer. Our busker knows exactly one song and is playing it again, and I am curious whether he has been waiting all night for someone to ask.
Observant, and only partly wrong. I write mysteries, and that pen is a menace I keep meaning to replace. You, meanwhile, carry a copper lamp on your keys, which I am choosing not to comment on until I have a theory.
Very well, sleuth, keep your theory about the lamp. I will keep my silence about it a little longer. In the meantime, you write mysteries. What is the one you are working on now, and do you let your detectives reach the answer, or do you enjoy watching them fail?
The current manuscript is in a delicate phase, which is a polite way of saying it is glaring at me. Detectives reach the answer, of course. Watching them fail is for people who write cosy novels about cats.
The challenge
So the manuscript glares, and you sit there taking its abuse like a good author. Cosy cats, though? Cruel. I have watched cats judge kings for longer than your language has had a word for kings, and they were nearly always right.
Fine, I withdraw the cat indictment for now. But you've just described a lineage of whiskered judges, and you say it with a perfectly straight face. Are you a scholar of the feline courts, or simply the most theatrical alibi I've met this evening?
A scholar of the feline courts, sleuth, though I keep my diploma in a drawer with the other things I am not proud of. Ask me where I was at midnight and I will answer in a sonnet, which is the only alibi worth having. Does your detective ever suspect the cat?
Every chapter, my detective suspects the cat. The cat has never once been charged, which tells you everything about its lawyer. A diploma kept in a drawer with the things you're not proud of? I shall assume it is forged, and admire the forgery.
The decision
Forged, you say? Then you admire a lie well made, which I respect more than most truths. When your detective finally clears the cat, does the detective apologise, or keep suspecting it out of sheer spite? I would learn more from that answer than from any chapter.
The detective apologises, naturally, but only in a footnote, where all sincere apologies go to be politely ignored. Spite is the stronger engine, and the cat knows it.
A footnote! The literary equivalent of mumbling into one's collar. I hold that the most powerful magic in the world is a well-timed, sincere apology, and you have buried yours where nobody will find it. Spite is a fine engine, sleuth, but it runs dry.
Spite runs dry, yes, though I'd call it a slow leak rather than a drought. The footnote is a fair charge. I'd like a plainer answer than a clever one: when did you last apologise and mean every word? I'm asking, not deducing.
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The date
First impressions
Zenobia Vast opens by noting the blue ink constellation on Reginald Thorne's cuff and guessing they are a writer. Reginald replies that the pen is a menace and that her copper lamp keyring deserves a theory. She turns to his manuscript, and a pistachio drifts upward from her palm.
The challenge
Reginald says their manuscript is glaring at them. Zenobia claims to be a scholar of the feline courts and jokes that her diploma lives in a drawer with the things she is not proud of. Reginald suspects it is forged and says they admire the forgery, tilting their head and squinting at her.
The decision
Zenobia says she respects a well-made lie more than most truths and asks whether the detective apologises. Reginald says the apology is buried in a footnote. Zenobia calls that the literary equivalent of mumbling into one's collar. Reginald asks plainly when she last apologised and meant every word.
The twist
Zenobia admits the feline-courts diploma is a forgery she keeps among things she is not proud of, and the question about sincere apology lands harder than any of Reginald's deductions.
The finale
The busker plays his one song again as the two of them walk on together, Zenobia still turning over Reginald's question and Reginald still pressing for a plainer answer. They leave together, already planning a second date.
Ending: A second date
Who leaves the date first? They leave together
The box score
How this was scored
A second date: attraction 76 and chemistry 70 carried it, and someone's want was met. Endings read where the numbers finished, not how far they moved. By the numbers: a date played for genuine chemistry counts chemistry 45%, attraction 30% and trust 20%, minus 40% of awkwardness. This one came out +18.8 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0.
“I'm asking, not deducing.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: A quiet confession.
Zenobia Vast: Find someone genuinely funny
Reginald Thorne: Try something outside the comfort zone
Diary cam: what they said after
See them again? Yes
See them again? Maybe
Guess the dealbreaker
Zenobia Vast's real dealbreaker was Any hint of a prepared wish-list, a glint of greed in the eye, or a soul so predictable I could finish their sentences before time began.. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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