Multiple Settings 𝑅𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓏𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝕚𝕔

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Rendezvous With You
brought to you by vm entertainment​

 

[v e e]

Day 1: Arrival
There is no place quite like the beach- where the land meets the sea, and the sea meets the sky.​

 

[v e e]

趙知晏

zhao zhiyan

mood.

good vibes

location.

club house

tags.

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The crispness of leaves rustled against one another. Dried twigs, sinking within the sand turned to hot coal under the sun. Salt lingers in the air, the scent of the ocean soothing. Tranquil. The prelude to a song of adventure, of hidden stories slipped between an afterimage. The promise of a tale of romance and excitement, the breath of eros lingers. Diamonds cluttered flowing blue satin, framed between the waltz of palm leaves. It was paradise.

Two large duffel bags and one sling across his chest- there was no such thing as overpreparing. A chance that he could possibly never achieve again; life outside has taught him the value of opportunity, and to turn down one that involves both money and vacation would be foolish. Between work and college, Zhiyan barely had a moment of respite, ones that he had clearly taken for granted during his early years. He marked his independence; it was his decision. In pursuit of detachment and individualism, the hardships that follow through he signed up for. And he was not at all close to backing out. A break, however, would forever be welcomed with open arms.

Travelling to the site of shooting had not been easy; Zhiyan had expected at least a pick-up crew or something of similar nature. He figured later that in every case that it would not make good content, VM Entertainment would never bother to drop a dime. Capitalism, oh capitalism, the building blocks of society. A gentle reminder would be that they were all paid to be here- this was not at all a vacation: this was work, albeit one that was less conventional. And so, having argued with his kakao taxi driver for what must have been hours of cruising narrow roads and gravel-coated paths, Zhiyan found himself in a location that felt as though ripped straight out of a brochure.

Zhiyan whistled, propping his bags atop the sand coated pavement, only to quickly lift them back in worry of being dirty. Four years of college, not one experience quite like this. He had always fancied the beach, yet even then this one felt especially stunning. Breath-taking, if he may. His experience in the group chat the other night had not been the most pleasant, yet what does it matter when all he came here for were margaritas and freshly caught seafood. Zhiyan could not help himself but roll his eyes at the reminder of that one girl. Interact when necessary- Zhiyan was good with that.

A sign was plastered by what seemed like the resort’s entrance, hammered upon protruding wooden carvings of exotic nature. Traditional Korean markings, perhaps, Zhiyan squinted upon one to observe it more keenly. He had taken a few Korean history modules, though nothing too extensive. The sign pointed a direction, painted in red, and above it words that were written both in Korean and English spelled out: RWY Participants, Gather in The Club House.

Rendezvous With You. Zhiyan had always despised reality TV shows. A skeptic at heart, he considered reality TV shows, trash TV rather, to be a waste of time. A hypocritical statement to make considering his gaming habit, yet no one had ever said that he was a man of reason. Rendezvous With You, often shorten to RWY, had not been an exception. The lines and lines of contract he had to read through and sign proves just that: it was all strictly entertainment business. Everything would be staged, and whoever actually comes here to find love Zhiyan deems pathetic. He was never much fond of romance in the first place.

“Am I really the first one here?” Zhiyan muttered out a question to himself as he finally places down his bags, accompanied by a huff of mild exhaustion. There were no staff to be seen- not a single one. Not even a camera person to be seen, a resort staff, anyone. Zhiyan made himself comfortable on one of the lounge tables, once more admiring the intricate design that adorned the rims of the furniture, a small smile to himself out of sheer amusement. Punctuality had never been his strong suit.

A pool table resides at the corner. A bar with clear upturned glasses and unopened liquor bottles, some labeled with names that he could not pronounce. Clear, red, burgundy- assortments of shades decorated the shelves. The area smelled of incense, though so far he had not spotted a shrine yet. The crinkle of leaves can still be heard, serenaded by the swishing of waves in the far distance. Where he sat, he assumed was the dining area; at least one of them. Taking a final peek at his surroundings, making sure he is indeed at the right location for the third time yet, he eventually settled to browse his phone as he wait.

code: s e v e n
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[Sugarnaut]

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  curious, sorta in hostess mode

  
  
  

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  at the Club House

  
  
  

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  A grey baseball cap neatly on her head. Her tank top is cut up band tee that's sleeves are fastened together by safety pins. Her tight yellow skirt tapers out just passed her upper thigh and is layered over tight black shorts "just in case". She's wearing iconic black and white checkered vans with basic black socks. Travel bag and backpack

  
  
  

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If there was one thing to know about Caroline it was that she was a damn good packer: one travel duffle and a backpack. Her weekender travel bag had seen better days but its brushed black leather exterior still screamed the expensive price tag Roe cringed to purchase so many years ago. Her backpack just as old, and just as lucky, with a vibrant pattern of sunflowers. She ran through more bags in her adult life than one could imagine as a band manager. Luggage was always crammed in between sound equipment and instrument cases, damage was inevitable. She finally caved to make the leap to something sturdier than a $15 Walmart bag but even if the bag held scratches and mystery stains, it still made Roe self-conscious about the perception it would give her among strangers as she kept following the path to her destination.

Roe's phone was attached to her hand as she walked down the cobbled streets. It was clutched in her grasp as she followed the e-mail directions to a T. She always preferred walking when she had the chance, it forced her to envelop the graceful wind and crisp air. This was something her mother taught her. Carpe diem. "Live laugh love". All those corny phrases came to mind as Roe tried to suppress the nerves that anyone would get in her shoes. A reality tv show would be a good conversation starter in the future, a romance one would bring a good laugh to anyone in Roe's circle. In all honesty, she wasn't supposed to be here. Her roommate, and best friend, Sarah was the one recruited to join but fate was funny that way and she opted out last minute when she met "the one". Roe slipped a smile at the sign to direct her to the Club House, remembering Sarah telling her to "have a fun time" as if Roe wasn't the fun one between the two of them.

She shifted her shoulders to adjust her bag strap that crossed her body. Her backpack stayed unmoved on her back while she followed all the signs down to the Club House. She could faintly see someone from afar, squinting as if there was a chance she would recognize them. God, she just had to be one of the first people to arrive, she just hoped she didn't have to carry the small talk although she was sure the dude on his phone was the same person who wasn't shy to call everyone hags in the group chat. She'll just bounce off what energy he put out first. Roe glazed over to the lounge chairs and plopped her bags onto the ground without hesitation. Sighing out her exhaustion from her walk to signify her presence in case he was too focused on himself before peering over at the state of the location. Fancy but not welcoming at all. She already put herself to work by going behind the bar, setting out glassware on a tray before crouching down to heave ice into a pitcher.

"I'm Caroline but everyone calls me Roe." She decided introductions from a distance was the right call as she continued keeping her hands busy by pouring in ice water into each glass. "Gotta stay hydrated right?" She swiveled over with the tray back to the chairs. Instead of offering him a drink, she placed them in the middle for everyone when they arrived. She sat across from him as she sipped her drink through the cute little red straw, maybe a bit too intimidating of a look towards him.

If there are words you won't say,
I will wait, that’s ok.
But if you think you might,
I’ll be there tonight.

All-nighter
Bad Bad Hats

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[Nothingness]

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Coming to a steady halt at one of the designated parking spots, Alex made sure to shut off his bike before kicking down the side stand as he helped himself off his vehicle. After dismounting, Alex immediately raised the visor of his helmet just to begin checking his surroundings before pulling out his phone from the pocket of his black cargo pants. Scrolling through his emails to verify that he hadn't gotten lost on the way here, he made sure to open up google maps and double checked his landmarks to make sure that he was in the right area. "Huh...well, this is the spot alright. Where...am I supposed to go..." Questioning himself, he mumbled under his breath as he re-read through the email just to make sure he did not miss any specific details, and sure enough he did. He was supposed to arrive at some place called 'The Club House', "Real original." Shaking his head just at the name, he soon lifted his helmet off just to hang it off one of the handles of his bike before storing away the keys into his back pocket.
At least now that he knew where he was supposed to go, it meant that he could stretch his limbs a bit after the near two-hour drive here. By removing the straps of his backpack off his shoulders that kept the sack secured along with keeping his shinai in place, both items fell to the sidewalk pavement with a heavy thud. With the weight lifted from his shoulders, Alex was free to roll his shoulders forward and backwards followed by tilting his head from one side to the other to relieve the strain on his muscles.

With the constant irregular movements of his upper body after an extended period of time of driving, it was only a matter of time that a small figure would begin making itself known from underneath Alex's light jacket. Nearly being caught off guard, Alex would quickly unzip his jacket just to have a small critter fall out into both of his palms. The small animal was none other than Yumi the chipmunk. She had been asleep throughout the majority of the drive here in his jacket where it was warm and safe. Being awoken to random movements was a surprise to her, so she had begun to scurry around under his jacket as though she were in danger. By the time she had been freed only to find herself looking up at her human companion, she was quick to scurry herself up one of his arms before settling herself upon his shoulder. "Heh, sorry for waking you Yumi, but it looks like we're here."

Slinging his backpack over one of his shoulders, Alex made sure to open up the extra storage compartment on the back of his bike just to pull out a duffle bag that he swung over his free shoulder. Facing the beach, he inhaled a deep breath to take in the crisp scent of the ocean breeze before proceeding down the cement pavement until his shoes came into contact with the sand.
Throughout his walk, his gaze was glued mostly to his phone as he scrolled through the group chat that he was invited to when he had received the letter about being now part of some sort of reality tv show. Reading throughout most of the chat already the other day, he couldn't help but give a chuckle at how the other participants had conversed with one another. He kept himself from replying to any of the messages since he was never great when it came to introductions, even more so when it came to messaging.

With his attention as divided as it was, Alex had mistakenly ended up walking straight into a signpost face first only to end up backing away and rubbing his foreead in response. Redirecting his attention from his phone to look up at the sign only to find that it pointed in the direction of where 'The Club House' was located, he shook his head just to begin heading in that specific direction. It had taken a mere few minutes, but eventually he arrived at his destination just to stand outside the building for another few moments while he contemplated about the idea of this whole event that he hadn't remembered signing up for to begin with. Whatever the case was, he was here now, so might as well see how it went. After taking just the first few steps into the building, what he expected and what he was greeted to, differed slightly. There were only two other people in the room, no staff, no large number of participants, nothing. Shifting his attention between the two, he quickly returned to his email just to once more check if he had missed any important further details. Nope, this was it, just come here. "Great...REAL helpful." Mumbling under his breath, he gave off a low sigh before proceeding over towards one of the lounge couches just to drop his belongings onto them with a heavy thud. "So, we're the only ones here?" As he spoke up, not exactly directing the words to either of them directly or just moreover to see if either of them would reply.

mood: Curious / Confused | location: Club House |tags: Sugarnaut v e e

code: s e v e n

 

[NatureOfReality]

moon bora.

nervous

the club house

Sugarnaut , Nothingness , v e e

outfit 01

It was her grandmother’s fault, Bora decided. It was her fault for raising her on those silly romantic comedies where the guy would meet the girl in some cheesy meet cute and then later profess his undying love for the female lead. Bora would spend hours as a child daydreaming about being whisked away and having those epic love stories she would tell her children and have them pass down the family line. It set an unhealthy precedent of what meeting people and love would be like. Her parents did not have that kind of love story, they met through friends at a party one time. Her grandmother surely did not have that kind of story, if anything she barely remembers how she met her grandfather. It was almost like he materialized in thin air. Or maybe she did remember and was too embarrassed to say.



Bora had just finished watching a random romantic comedy on tv with her grandmother. It was late at night. Or more precisely, 2am. Nothing good ever comes after 2am. She should have just gone to sleep, but oh no, she was feeling wistful. How nice would it be to have someone in her life? Sure, she had a family. She went live 4 times a week to speak to people and be their entertainment for a few hours. She had a few long distance online friends. However, it would be nice to have someone on a deeper level. It happened while she was scrolling through her phone. She saw the ad for the show, Rendezvous With You. It was at this moment that something stirred within her, and she could not stop her hands from filling out the submission form to apply.



She immediately began to sober up and the loneliness fled her body, once she saw the completion screen. Why on earth would she do something like that?



“I should have just gone to sleep,” Bora mumbled.



It was a few weeks later that she was informed via email she was selected to be on the show Rendezvous With You, RWY for short. Her grandmother was very excited about the prospects and wanted her to fully take the dive. She was already sold on the concept of finding true love. While Bora was too when she saw the ad, could she really find someone like that? How honest would these participants be that they were looking for love? What if they were there for more social media attention? Bora could understand gaining more followers, but what if she accidentally took it too seriously and she was the one looking like an idiot really expecting these people to be honest about their feelings?



On live streams, you tend to have a persona that separates your real self from the internet. This is what keeps things entertaining. Would it be too far of a reach to say these people won’t be acting on some level? Would they assume she was acting? Once the cameras were off, Bora was as honest as she could be. If she were to watch herself on this show, would she genuinely see herself being the real her or just another interpretation of a character?



“Or you can spend that time being out around actual human beings and having fun.” Her grandmother said, breaking through her internal musings. “Think about it. Even if nothing really comes of this show, you at least have a pretty good story to tell people. You should spend your youth doing a few things that you would never see yourself doing. Can’t spend all your time in your room.”



Bora scoffed. “I do speak to people all the time. I am not sheltered and can hold a conversation.”



“Yesterday, you were having a discussion about whether people had two butts or one on the computer. Are these the types of conversations you want to have forever?”



“I guess not.” Bora sighed.



Her grandmother beamed brightly, “So, let’s fill out the contract!”



****



While live-streaming last week, she informed them the streams would be put on hiatus for a while, but she did have a few YouTube videos pre-recorded for them in the meantime. She was not going to reveal what she was doing until just a bit before the show began airing, she knew it would be very surprising news for people to hear.



“It’s been great being with you guys every week,” Bora said towards the end of her stream. “I have no idea how I am going to deal with the time not being spent with you.”



Her chat would flood with hearts, echoing the same sentiments.



“However, there will be a big surprise and I will announce it in time. For now, see you later.” Bora flashed a wide smile, waved to the chat, and ended the stream.



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Bora felt like she could throw up any minute. Her heart was beating against her rib cage so hard that she swore she could hear them cracking at the pressure. Even her stomach was doing jumping jacks. Each moment the taxi drove closer to The Club House, she could feel the moisture leave her body. She cursed her past self for signing up for this. It was too much to spend so much time away from home surrounded by a group of people she never met and might not even like. When she told her parents about her decision to be on the show, they were supportive as always. However, they did share the same worry since she never really left her house much.



When she saw the looming building grow with eye distance, she decided she had to pull it together. She was no quitter; how different could this be? Bora exited the taxi, the driver opening the trunk to help her collect her 4 suitcases and 2 carry-on bags. When she was initially packing, she had a list of items that she knew she needed for the show. However, she was not always great at following lists, so she would pack anything that caught her eye. If it was small enough to fit, she would make it work. No matter how much squeezing and shoving she had to do. She felt bad for the driver, it probably felt like a small couch he was lifting onto the sidewalk.



The driver gave her bags with a pant, “Have a good day.”



“You too. Thank you.” Bora replied. The man closed his trunk and headed to his seat and pulled off. She stared down at her bags. Sigh.



She lifted her two carry-on bags to loop around the handle of some of the suitcases and began pushing them, their wheels creaking quite audibly at the sheer weight they were hauling. Bora swung the door open and shoved her items through the door. Once entered, she noticed three other people were already there; 2 men and 1 female. She settled her bags where everyone else's were collected. In the center of the table, she noticed multiple glasses of ice water. ‘Thank God.’



“Hi everyone, I am Bora.” She replied as she walked towards the table and sat down. She reached for a glass of water and took a sip. “How’s everyone so far?”

coded by natasha.

 

[hamuko]

소 설하

so seolha

location:

the club house

tags:

v e e Sugarnaut NatureOfReality

A lonely woman sits behind the wheel, most irresponsibly looking in the distance solemnly. Her mouth curved in a frown of deep regret, she drove absentmindedly. She is not normally this uncareful; her superiors may even describe her as 'reliable', 'competent', and so on, but even the dependable depend on something, no, everyone does so. Be it family, attention, success, acceptance, Busty Cartoon Girls. There's a distinct humanity in letting it be your raison d'être. And to not be? C'est de mourrir, death. The car speeds up as a cliff comes into view. She sees the beach. It's beautiful.

She takes a turn, left. The lonely woman sighed, because she is lonely for a reason. She dropped her cats off at the pet hotel the day before. Lol.

Of course, that was not the only sacrifice she had to make to participate, but she couldn't resist the venue, even if she had to work during her stay. All that overtime in the weeks leading up to this were definitely worth it. Leaving her Vanya and Alyosha, though, was definitely not, but what dating show participant brings their kids to the set? They only show up when the parents of said participant are sat on the couch of their home, shaking their heads in unsurprising concern, or worse, disapproval of the fiancé they've known for a week maximum.

And so she took her spot in this season of RWY's roster, and seated herself in the room with her costars. All conventionally attractive people, she'd expect nothing less from this genre of television; or most genres of television, actually. Assuming she got accepted because she was a stern, older, woman, it was unlikely she'd be cut and edited to be antagonistic of the other participants. As long as she didn't say anything that could easily be taken out of context, she wouldn't get death threats in the mail. So what's her first move?

"So Seolha, let's work hard to make this entertaining."

code by @Nano

 

[Maeve Valor]

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Mood: Anxious

Location: Club House

Interaction: hamuko v e e NatureOfReality Nothingness Sugarnaut

Building after building rolled out of sight until eventually the scenery became just vegetation and then teetered out to a sandy shore as Tave watched from within the backseat of the car taking him to the meeting place of the RWY cast. He saw what he assumed was the clubhouse from afar and immediately his mind started to race. A surge of emotions flooded him like the rolling waves that were also quickly coming into view. Filling him with the and forth between hope, doubtfulness, and titillation all within the span of a moments it took to get down the driveway and park in the lot next to the clubhouse. As he reflected on the group chat with some of the cast from the night before, he was slightly intimidated by the people he had briefly spoken to so far; then again not all of the people participating were part of that conversation which is where the hope came in.

The foreigner promptly thanked him with a payment and then left to unload his many things; the amount of luggage he had seemed too much for just one week, but Tave thought it all necessary for maximum comfort. After he got all his stuff together he waved to the driver letting him know that it was okay to leave. Tave then turned to the building and with a deep breath he picked up all his luggage and walked towards the entrance, occasionally almost dropping something. Most importantly, he did not want to drop the one containing his piano keyboard of which he lovingly named Elise.

As he walked through the entrance he noticed a bell cart that was in plain sight just outside that he could have used. He felt it was too late though, already from where he was standing, he spotted a few people already had gathered in the lobby. At the risk of looking ridiculous, he decided against switching tactics of using the bell cart to help himself. He was committed to bringing in everything without the use of a contraption. In turn, he ended up looking ridiculous anyway as he made his way to the lobby dropping his things (along with setting the bag holding Elise gently down) against a wall seeming a bit winded.

Because his nerves were still getting to him, he chose to stand and placed his hands on his waist feigning confidence with a gentle smile as he said, "I apologize, it looks like I am late to the party."

Kumari​