Bracelets for the soul

"Don't worry bout it, sweetheart." Aberdeen spoke, trying to act cool again. "I just needed a little freshening up, that's all! Heheh." They chuckled as they looked around at the other guests. They couldn't help but wonder what everyone else's experiences with their soulmates were like. So far, Aberdeen was enjoying themself, other than getting flustered over nearly everything Maicy said. But that wasn't a bad thing. 

Aberdeen scratched the back of their neck before subsequently tightening their bandana before asking Maicy a question. "So...what do you do for work? I bartend, which is really boring.."

"Sorry." she stated plainly.
She hated how much of a hopeless romantic she was.
Maybe if she had more expirience she would have moer retraint.
"...don't force it. It's fine. I understand."
She wanted to punch herself for this, somebody could lay a hand on her shoulder and she would freak out and he...
She didn't know how honest he was.
"Like I said. Don't lie to me."

"Oh, uh.....Sorry." Aberdeen apologized for the somewhat intrusive question. They hadn't even considered the fact the people here may not even have jobs, but they simply shrugged it off. "Well hey, at least you're on a paid vacation for awhile! You don't really have to worry about a job, y'know?" They nudged Maicy, face remaining blank.

Aberdeen hadn't been paying any attention to what was on the television, and looked at the other contestants. While everyone seemed to be relatively pleased with their soulmates, Aberdeen couldn't help but wonder if this is how it was truly meant to be. Were soulmates really a thing? Aberdeen still wasn't convinced of this, but decided they'd ride it out for a while until proven otherwise.

"So what do you think they're gonna have us do on this plane?" Aberdeen asked out of nowhere, staring off into space. "Like, its just a plane. What is there TO do?

They're right. Guess being part of that company was early perhaps?

"Hmm...that is a good question."

Maicy thought about it.

"Maybe it's like a literal mobile hotel. I think the girls hosting project maybe are taking us to whatever places they want soulmate couples to go to and I think at the moment, I think they just having relax and bond at the moment. That's what I assume."

Maicy realized that she has been talking.

"Oh! S-Sorry, I know I have a habit of talking a lot."

She immediantly understood his borderline social ineptitude.
It had taken her since she was 19 and was first let out of the house to understand how to talk to people and even now..
She still wasn't entirely ready.

"...I understand. Sorry." her face turned grim for a fraction of a second.
She listened intently to the rest of it.
"...you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to." she said after he'd finished cutting himself off.
She stood up slower after him.
"I understand if you want to talk to someone else. All I've done is call you a liar."
Well, justifiably so. Don't fucking act like you love me if you don't
With that thought, the bed moved back against the wall.
"But yeah, let's do something I guess."

"Will do, sweetheart." With that, they began weaving their way through the group of people and over to the door that the two experiment conductors had fled behind. As they walked through the area, they kept an eye out for any sort of recording devices, though, there were none that they could see. Aberdeen reached the door and began banging on it, not too hard, but hard enough where it'd be difficult to ignore.

"Yo, ladies. I got some questions!! Open up!" They stood their impatiently, wanting to get as many answers out of them as possible.

Rin's eyes fluttered wide as Andrew held his hand forward, before taking it in his own, giving it an almost (but not quite) limp handshake. Good, it wasn't too weak but not too impressive or dominating. His standards should have just been barely met. "Uh, it's Barnett by the way. My last name. Rin Barnett." Rin then turned towards the hallway containing the room doors. "We should check our rooms out at least to-" he rubbed his shoulder, another white hair fluttered off, "see what they did with our stuff."



"It's nice to meet you, Ortus."

Simon was surprised to find his baggage had already been inside the room when he got there, just waiting to be unpacked. There was not anything he immediately wanted, it was all merely clothes and bookkeeping, but having one less thing to do still set him as ease.

Simon sat down on his bed, running his fingers through his mess of hair while trying to come up with a topic the two could talk about. Coming up with one came difficult to him, more difficult than one would several months back. But that was why he was here, at least he told himself that. One topic weight heavy on his mind, however. He knew he needed to talk about it at some point, and the earlier the better. Simon took out his wallet and from it a small photograph. "Listen I... before we do anything I need to be upfront with you." He showed the tall woman the picture.