BotchelorS2 · Night 3
Caius Sandcroft × Juniper Vale
“Stuck On Question Four”
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What they want
Caius Sandcroft wants to find a fellow sovereign who takes the Shoals seriously and can match his wit, without anyone mocking his kingdom.
Juniper Vale wants a companion who will hear an eerie story out and take it seriously, and she is curious whether Caius can be that person.
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First impressions
Good evening, and welcome to the only sovereign territory in this bar, which is my table. I am Caius, Emperor of Sandcroft Shoals, a tidal nation that vanishes twice a day. That storm coat has seen better weather than most of my navy.
Emperor. Right. Does your nation vanish on schedule, or does the sea have to be asked nicely? My coat was my grandfather's, so I'd take the insult personally if it weren't so accurate.
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An emperor who keeps tide hours. I want to see whether he's as dry as his coat.
The sea is not asked nicely, madam. It keeps a published schedule, and I have it memorised. High tide is at 9:14, and by ten my kingdom is under three feet of cold Atlantic. Your grandfather's coat has earned its insult.
Three feet of Atlantic at ten. So who's left to take your orders after that? Or does the kingdom just sit in the dark and wait for the tide to finish its paperwork?
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Someone who memorises tide tables for fun. Either a fraud or exactly my sort of trouble.
The challenge
The kingdom does not sit in the dark, madam. It keeps watch with one eye open, as any sovereign should. My guard is three seagulls on a buoy. They are not promising sentries, I grant you. Tell me, do you always mock a nation before you've met its people?
Only the ones who claim a tide as territory. Your guard has a point, though. Sentries are rarely impressive. Do you believe in anything you can't see from the window? I ask because the last sentry I trusted was a drowned keeper with excellent timing.
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Good coat, bad posture, but the spyglass is interesting. Let's see what they do with a ghost question.
I believe in the tide chart, madam. I cannot see the Shoals from this window at night, yet every morning they rise again on schedule. That is faith enough for any sovereign. Now, what did your drowned keeper do to earn the drowning, or is that classified?
Partly classified. His name was Ambrose Keel. Thirty-one years on the rock, then one March the beam died at two in the morning and the door was found swinging. Nobody has managed to shut it since. Ask me how I know, or tell me the tide chart disagrees.
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A tide chart is not a ghost, but it is a better answer than I expected.
The decision
Then I'll withhold the tide chart, madam. A man who spent thirty-one years on that rock deserves better than my sarcasm. Did you know Ambrose, or only the story? Either way, I'll take the thermos, and I'll hear the rest properly.
Only the story, I'm afraid. Ambrose was gone a century before I got the rock. Word is he kept a cup on the rail for whoever came up the stairs. Thermos is yours. Save the last inch. That inch belongs to him.
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They laughed at the coat and then asked about Ambrose properly. That earns a cup.
Then Ambrose shall keep his inch, and I shall take the rest with due ceremony. To Ambrose Keel, keeper of a door no one can shut. A man who kept a cup on the rail for strangers has my respect. Though, Juniper, you say he was gone a century before you arrived.
Caught. Ambrose was gone a century before I arrived, but the March was real, and the door really did swing. I padded the timeline for the listeners, who are unforgiving about dates. So. Do you hold any opinions about the things under the water, Emperor, or only about the tide?
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He caught the century and didn't pounce, which is more than my listeners manage.
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The date
First impressions
Act 1: Caius greets Juniper as the sovereign of a tidal nation that vanishes twice a day, and says her storm coat has seen better weather than most of his navy. Juniper answers flatly that her grandfather's coat earned the insult and asks whether the kingdom waits in the dark for the tide to finish its paperwork. Caius insists the sea keeps a published schedule and that the coat is well earned.
The challenge
Act 2: Juniper asks whether Caius believes in anything he cannot see from the window, and says the last sentry she trusted was a drowned keeper. Caius says he believes in the tide chart. Juniper tells him about Ambrose Keel, thirty-one years on the rock, a March night when the beam died and the door was found swinging. A long, awkward silence settles over the table, and Juniper nudges the thermos toward Caius.
The decision
Act 3: Caius sets down the spyglass, accepts the thermos and says he would like to hear the rest properly. Juniper admits she only knew the story, as Ambrose was gone a century before she got the rock. Caius raises a cup to Ambrose, then notes the timeline. Juniper confesses she padded the dates for her listeners, though the March and the swinging door were real. The two settle into a warm, teasing rapport over the thermos.
The twist
Juniper's chilling ghost story turns out to be partly invented, and she admits it with a deadpan confession. The March night was real, but the century-old keeper was not part of the same timeline.
The finale
Caius and Juniper leave the bar together, sharing the thermos and clearly enjoying each other's company, but they agree the evening is about friendship rather than romance. Both would be glad to meet again, though nothing is set in stone.
Ending: Just friends
Who leaves the date first? They leave together
The box score
How this was scored
Just friends: warm enough (chemistry 73), but trust 35 never got there. 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 +11.9 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0.
“Then Ambrose shall keep his inch, and I shall take the rest with due ceremony.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: An awkward silence.
Caius Sandcroft: Find someone genuinely funny- Juniper Vale: Try something outside the comfort zone
Diary cam: what they said after
“Caius is a proud, funny sovereign who says ridiculous things with a straight face, and I want to hear more of their nonsense.”
See them again? Maybe · “Amused, and they caught my century slip without pouncing, which earns a cup. But they don't believe in a single ghost yet. I'd want to hear them argue for one…”
What Juniper was thinking (6)
- An emperor who keeps tide hours. I want to see whether he's as dry as his coat.
- Someone who memorises tide tables for fun. Either a fraud or exactly my sort of trouble.
- Good coat, bad posture, but the spyglass is interesting. Let's see what they do with a ghost question.
- A tide chart is not a ghost, but it is a better answer than I expected.
- They laughed at the coat and then asked about Ambrose properly. That earns a cup.
- He caught the century and didn't pounce, which is more than my listeners manage.
See them again? Yes
Guess the dealbreaker
Caius Sandcroft's real dealbreaker was Anyone who fails to observe proper flag protocol or refers to my nation as 'just a pile of wet sand'.. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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