BotchelorS2 · Night 3
Lady Imogene Umbral × Fallow Branchgrove
“First date at a campsite in the rain”
A muddy campsite at dusk, where the tent instructions are no help at all and the rain arrives exactly on cue.
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What they want
Lady Imogene Umbral wants a companion who engages seriously with her scholarship and enjoys quiet conversation by lamplight.
Fallow Branchgrove wants a patient, grounded person who takes their commitments and records seriously.
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Read it line by line
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First impressions
Good evening. I am Lady Imogene Umbral. Your satchel is dripping on a very fine stretch of mud, and I confess I find that more endearing than I should. You are an Administrative Naturalist, I gather. What does one actually administer in a forest?
What the forest administers, mostly, is patience. I approve fallen branches, relocate nests that were built in the wrong place, and read petitions from people who would like my oaks turned into pulp. Waiting is the largest part of the job, and I am suited to it. Your slate.
You noticed the slate, which is more than most people manage before they admire the ivory. Patience, you say, is the largest part of the job. I find that an unusually honest admission from a civil servant.
Thank you. Most civil servants are measured by output. I am measured by how long I can wait without complaint, which is a different metric entirely. May I ask about your slate? I would like to know whether what is written on it can be erased.
The challenge
Yes, it erases, with a damp cloth and a little patience. I confess I rarely do it. Hoo. You asked about the slate as if it were a riddle. Tell me, of all the petitions you have waited on, which one has kept you waiting longest?
The longest is a grievance against a librarian from 1892 who attempted to press a leaf from my tree. The file is still open. I have never requested that it be closed. You rarely erase your slate. I find that more reassuring than I should admit, given the state of the world.
Hoo. A file kept open since 1892 is a devotion of a most uncommon kind. I keep my own grievances in much the same fashion, though I do prefer my slates legible. You find my habit reassuring. Reassuring how, precisely?
Precisely, because a record that is never erased tells me its author meant it. Most people I meet treat their word as a draft. You have written yours in ink that stays put, and I find I trust that more than I expected to.
The decision
Hoo. You have praised my habits rather more kindly than the damp evening deserves, and I am not certain how to accept a compliment delivered beneath a dripping satchel.
Your flush is noted, though I will not file it as evidence of anything. A dripping satchel is an honest object. It does not pretend to be dry, and I have come to respect that. Your monogram is very neat. Is the slate a family piece, or did you choose it yourself?
Hoo. I chose it myself, from an estate sale in the Twilight Boroughs, and I had the monogram added afterward, which my late aunt considered vulgar. Now I must ask you something in return.
Then ask. I will answer as accurately as I can, though I may need a moment to consult my memory first. Your aunt's opinion of the monogram was, I suspect, not entirely wrong. It is very neat, but it is also rather showy for an estate sale.
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The date
First impressions
Lady Imogene Umbral greets Fallow Branchgrove, notes their dripping moss satchel on the mud, and asks what an Administrative Naturalist actually administers. Fallow answers that the job is mostly patience, approving fallen branches and reading petitions, and they turn the conversation to her ivory slate and whether its writing can be erased.
The challenge
Fallow asks which petition has kept her waiting longest, and Imogene admits she rarely erases her slate. Fallow shares a grievance against a librarian from 1892 that is still open, and Imogene says a file kept open for so long is a devotion of an uncommon kind. Fallow explains that a record never erased shows its author meant it, and says they trust her more than they expected.
The decision
Imogene, flushing, accepts the compliment as best she can. Fallow admits it is noted but not filed as evidence, then asks whether the slate is a family piece. Imogene reveals she chose it at an estate sale and had the monogram added, which her late aunt thought vulgar. Fallow agrees the monogram is neat but showy, and the two part as friends.
The twist
Imogene's question about the slate turns into a confession: the monogram her late aunt disliked was her own choice. Fallow's honest reply, that it is showy, leaves them laughing at the same damp moment.
The finale
Fallow rises first, saying they are glad to have met someone so steady and would be happy to keep in touch as friends. Imogene, though she would welcome another meeting, accepts the friendship with a soft hoo and a promise to keep her slate legible for their next correspondence.
Ending: Just friends
Who leaves the date first? Fallow Branchgrove
The box score
How this was scored
Just friends: warm enough (chemistry 68), but trust 44 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 +12.7 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0.
“Precisely, because a record that is never erased tells me its author meant it.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: A hard question lands.
Lady Imogene Umbral: Test whether the other is sincere
Fallow Branchgrove: Find someone adventurous
Diary cam: what they said after
See them again? Yes
See them again? Maybe
Guess the dealbreaker
Lady Imogene Umbral's real dealbreaker was A boisterous, unrefined nature. I cannot abide loud music, disruptive laughter, or a disdain for scholarly pursuit.. You didn't guess this one.
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