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First impressions
Captain. Your marlinspike doubles as a lockpick, and you picked the seat facing the door. Are you a locksmith, or are you planning an early exit? I'd like to know which before the chairs go up.
Both, depending on the day. Taking the seat facing the door is good manners where I grew up, since that's where you get the best view of any argument. You clocked the spike, which earns you a point. Most people guess letter opener.
Fair point, Captain, and I'll take the point. Now, you're a woman who keeps a spike that opens locks. Tell me what you're in the market for: the last job you walked away from, or the last door you actually meant to leave by?
Doors are for people who expect to come back through them, and I've never been sentimental about either. Tell me about the astrolabe first. Who recalibrates one for a city? Is it a joke, or do you actually get lost on the way to the post office?
The challenge
I recalibrated it myself, Captain. Nobody else in this city would know where north was supposed to be. And yes, I got lost on the way to the post office. Twice. Your streets bend without a survey.
Twice to the post office, and you still trusted yourself to recalibrate the thing? That's either stubbornness or a good story. I'd bet on stubbornness. So what did you settle on for north?
Stubbornness, Captain, and I'll allow it. I took north from the rail depot clock tower. It's four degrees off, but it stays put, and a poor survey that holds still is worth more than a perfect one that drifts. So tell me, what's your north? Or do you travel without one?
My north is less brass and more hemp. It's whoever stands beside me when the line goes slack and doesn't let go. Nylon stretches and lies to you. Manila holds, but only if someone's checked it for rot. Your tower is a sensible navigator, I'll grant you that.
The decision
Manila, checked for rot. I'll take that as a principle, Captain. You said the one who stays beside you when the line goes slack. I like that test. My tower is four degrees off, and I'd like someone to check my sightline before I trust it.
So you want me to check your bearing. Fine, but I'd rather see the mark with my own eyes than take a tower's word for it. Walk the sightline with me one morning, you with the brass, me with a plumb line and a stubborn streak.
Then we survey it together, Captain. You check my marks, I carry the flask and watch you squint at them. A survey is only honest once a second pair of eyes has taken the readings. Bring your rot check. I'll bring the coffee, black, and we'll see what the morning says.
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The date
First impressions
Faris greets Riven with a clipped remark about her marlinspike doubling as a lockpick and her choice of seat facing the door, then spans the table with his hands. Riven answers that taking the seat facing the door is good manners where she grew up, praises him for spotting the spike, and holds it up to the light.
The challenge
Faris explains he recalibrated his astrolabe himself and admits he got lost twice on the way to the post office, because 'your streets bend without a survey.' Riven calls it stubbornness and asks what he settled on for north. A long, awkward silence settles over the table before Faris answers that he took north from the rail depot clock tower, four degrees off but steady.
The decision
Riven says her north is 'less brass and more hemp,' the one who stays beside her when the line goes slack, and that manila holds only if someone has checked it for rot. Faris takes that as a principle and asks her to check his sightline. She agrees to walk it with him with her plumb line, and he stands, gathers the astrolabe, and says a survey is only honest once a second pair of eyes has taken the readings.
The twist
Faris admits he got lost twice on his way to the post office, turning Riven's teasing guess of stubbornness into a confession of vulnerability. He then asks her to check his work, which she accepts.
The finale
Faris stands first, gathering his astrolabe as the chairs go up, and leaves the table. Both agree they want another date, and they plan to walk the sightline together, with Riven checking his marks and Faris bringing the coffee.
Ending: A second date
Who leaves the date first? Faris Sol
The box score
How this was scored
A second date: attraction 76 and chemistry 69 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 +18.4 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0.
“A survey is only honest once a second pair of eyes has taken the readings.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: An awkward silence.
Faris Sol
Riven VixDiary cam: what they said after
See them again? Yes
See them again? Yes
Guess the dealbreaker
Faris Sol's real dealbreaker was Anyone who dismisses my origins as a fantasy. Also, poor spatial awareness is a structural flaw I cannot build upon.. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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