BotchelorS2 · Night 3
Constance Whitaker × Duncan Pyre
“Midnight Chapters and Aggressive Recommendations”
A bookshop that stays open late, one evening, where a cat sleeps on the poetry shelf and the owner recommends books aggressively to everyone who walks in.
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What they want
Constance Whitaker: Enjoy a lively conversation with a stranger who appreciates old houses and good stories, and see whether there's a real connection.
Duncan Pyre: Get past the small talk, find out who Constance really is, and decide whether she's someone worth seeing again.
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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
Well, you have clearly been somewhere warm this evening. Your cuffs are scorched at the edges and that satchel rattles like a tinker's cart. Tell me, what sort of work leaves a person smelling faintly of toast?
Mostly dragon-sitting, Constance. Lately it's been scale polish, which is why I smell like a kiln. Your ledger is the part I can't place. Is that a tally of something, or do you carry it just to look like you've got business?
Dragon-sitting. Well, that accounts for the cuffs. Is it a salaried position, or does the dragon simply take a liking to you? And I shan't answer your question about the ledger until you have told me whether you have ever been wrong about a chimney.
Salaried, in the sense that I'm paid in dragon-scale dust and the occasional insult about my tea. And yes, I've been wrong about a chimney. Once. I said the flue was clear. It was not clear. Splendor has never let me forget it. Now, your sign says SOLD. Sold what, exactly?
Houses, Mr. Pyre. Manor houses, mostly, with a certain paranormal prestige. The sign glows when a sale goes through, which is a courtesy to the vendor and a considerable inconvenience to the neighbours.
You polish that sign like it owes you money, Constance. Splendor's scales do a similar thing when he's annoyed with me, though nobody's ever called it a courtesy. Do the neighbours complain to you, or to whoever was haunting the house before you?
The challenge
Both, Mr. Pyre. The neighbours complain to me, and the previous occupant complains to the neighbours, which I find most unprofessional. Hollin Lodge's former tenant still rattles the pantry door at every viewing. Now, Splendor.
Splendor is a Highfire Wyvern, a little over a thousand years old, and extremely particular about his naps. He'd respect a pantry ghost, Constance. Probably wants one for the tea tin. Does she ever bargain with the haunting, or does she just leave?
Bargain? Duncan, the poor woman has been offered a tea tin, a hymn book and a very fine candlestick, and still she rattles the larder at dusk. I suspect she simply enjoys an audience. Does Splendor sleep on a hoard, or does he merely glare at the hearth until it gives way?
Both, on a good day. Splendor keeps a hoard, mostly spoons and one lantern nobody's asked him to explain. He glares at the hearth until it gives up, which is how I learned to light a fire without matches. Do you sleep, or is that not in your contract?
Sleep? Duncan, I have not slept since 1912. I drift about the property like a draught under a badly fitted door, which is far less restful than it sounds.
The decision
Since 1912. Splendor would call that a scandal. He's been awake for a thousand years and still takes his naps seriously. As for the draughts, a badly fitted door is a fixable thing, Constance. Do you miss sleep, or just the warm rooms it used to come with?
I believe I miss the warm rooms more than the sleep. Sleep was merely the excuse for them. I can no longer feel warmth, yet I remember the hearth at Hollin Lodge as one remembers a good sherry.
Sherry. I'll take that, Constance. Splendor remembers warm stone the same way, like it owes him an apology. Tell me about the hearth at Hollin Lodge. Was it the kind you could hold your hands to, or only the kind you sat near and admired?
Admired from a respectful distance, Duncan. Hollin Lodge had a Jacobean oak surround and a marble hearth so cold the guests sat up straight from sheer intimidation. One was meant to be improved by proximity, not to hold one's hands to it. I rather liked that about it.
Sitting up straight out of pure intimidation sounds a poor way to spend an evening. Splendor wouldn't stand for it, he'd have the marble off the wall by midnight. You say it so fondly, though. What did you do in that room if you weren't allowed near the fire?
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The date
First impressions
Constance eyes Duncan's scorched cuffs and rattling satchel, asking what work leaves a person smelling of toast. Duncan explains she's a dragon-sitter, admits she once got a chimney wrong, and asks what 'SOLD' means on Constance's glowing sign. Constance tucks her ledger under her arm and keeps her answer back.
The challenge
The talk turns to the haunted Hollin Lodge, where a pantry ghost rattles the larder at dusk. Duncan asks whether the spirit bargains, and Constance declares the poor woman 'simply enjoys an audience.' Duncan describes Splendor's hoard of spoons and his habit of glaring at the hearth. Asked if she sleeps, Constance answers with a dry, honest reply that surprises them both.
The decision
Duncan notes that Splendor would call Constance's lack of sleep a scandal, then asks what she misses most. Constance says she misses the warm rooms more than sleep, and recalls the hearth at Hollin Lodge like a good sherry. Duncan asks what she did in that room if she wasn't allowed near the fire, and Constance smooths her sleeve over the sign, still smiling.
The twist
Constance reveals that she is a ghost who hasn't slept since 1912, and she remembers warmth the way the living remember a fine drink. Duncan, who has spent years calmly tending a thousand-year-old wyvern, treats the revelation as just another practical problem worth understanding.
The finale
The two leave the bookshop together, having decided they want to see each other again. They make plans for another date with no particular time set, as the owner presses one more book on them at the door.
Ending: A second date
Who leaves the date first? They leave together
The box score
How this was scored
A second date: chemistry 74 and attraction 71 carried it (a date played for genuine chemistry counts chemistry most), 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 +21.3 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0.
“I have not slept since 1912.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: A dare.
Constance Whitaker: Try something outside the comfort zone
Duncan Pyre: Find someone genuinely funny
Diary cam: what they said after
See them again? Yes
See them again? Yes
Guess the dealbreaker
Constance Whitaker's real dealbreaker was A complete sceptic of the spirit world. I cannot abide someone who would deny my very existence.. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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