lake party invite + mingle (open)

[channellings]

Who: any and everyone!
Where: the lake and nearby!
When: right now! (july 7th, afternoon)
What: motha 👏 fuckin 👏 lake 👏 party
Warnings: Language (!!!) for now, will be added as needed!



[no, this is not a joke and yes, it's an actual invite to a party over the network from the username: cock.licking.idiot (and no, that's not a joke, either).

those who decide that they'd rather not be square will arrive at some unspecified patch of lake shore (thanks, klaus) at a similarly unspecified time (good work, asshat) to discover that something resembling a slapdash but heartfelt lake party along the northern waterfront. a couple of tables have been dragged out of nearby cabins and now hold a probably inadvisable quantity of foods, at least half of which don't belong at a party by any means. is this what rationing looks like? this is definitely what rationing looks like. there's also an alcohol table, filled pretty sparsely early on in the party but gathering bottles and cans throughout the day. (word of mod says feel free to wing it on what kind of alcohol we have!).

a number of chairs sit in a wobbly line in the stone-filled waterfront sand, most of them not meant for beachgoing but nearly all of them able to recline. about fifty feet down the beach seems to be the splash zone, where all water horseplay exists well out of range of splashing those sitting in beachside chairs. some people dive or cannonball off the mostly-sturdy pier, while others seem to be batting around a-... is that a beach ball they have? no, it seems to be a balloon that says "get well soon". how fitting. please, someone bring them a fucking beach ball.

(this is a mingle! go ahead and make top-levels or tag into other people's.)]

Comments

elsewhere, late to this but idc

[mannerless]

( wei wuxian is just passing by, or at least that's his intention - but he has been to one too many a market to not get 'merchant stall' vibes from the woman, the goods, and the sign, and it slows him down enough to actually glance over and read said sign and - )

Free? ( he echoes - not really so much a question as just an expression of his intrigue. she doesn't need to explain what 'free' means.

his gaze lifts to the woman, brow knitting just slightly. ) You truly don't need it? ( he has known some who give what they have in excess, and he has known others who simply give all that they have. wei wuxian does his best not to take from the latter. )

oh boy who's late now? (me. it's me. a lot.)

[brickbat]

[ North would say her vibes are more this is useless and just taking up space on my porch, but some day in the future Wei Wuxian will have a very similar experience with one small goatee and a shitload of unflattering pictures, so. ]

No. You can take whatever you want - [ oh right ] but we're out of beets. Those went early.

[ A small, mild to moderately conspicuous little yellow ring lights up on her temple as she pokes through what magical bounty remains on offer. What she has to give certainly doesn't qualify as all that she has, or even excess. It's just taking up space in their cupboards, and there is absolutely no other reason to be doing this. ]

Canned peaches? Whatever this is .... [ it's some kind of jerky that appears to be like, homemade, so we're probably lucky if it isn't made of human skin tbh. ] I don't know what makes a balanced diet for humans outside of nutrients and minerals.

[mannerless]

( to be quite fair, a number of merchant stalls give off precisely that same vibe, those whose wares are coveted enough that they lack any true need for showmanship.

no beets, ah, what a shame. now that she's made him aware of them as a concept, it's truly a tragedy that he has no way to figure out what in the hell they are. but that's fine, he's quickly distracted by the glow at her temple (how had he missed it before? the angle, perhaps), sparing it a long moment's intrigued glance before turning back to watch her pick through the bounty. )

Well, lucky for us I think most of this - ( a vague gesture to the stuff. ) - at least covers the 'nutrients' bit. ( he moves to kneel in front of the wares now, looking at cans and containers. ) It wouldn't do to clean you out, but I will take a bit of each... general... nutrient category, I suppose. My house is a bit full, our own supply is going more quickly than I pictured.

( she doesn't actually have to answer any of this, he kind of just... talks, at times. with tentative 'taking something that doesn't belong to me' sort of hands, he collects a couple of cans of fruit, a couple of vegetables - he'll even take a bit of that jerky, they'll figure out what it's made from soon enough. )

If there's ever anything you need in return, ( he does say, glancing up for a moment's eye contact so she knows that this part is actually serious, then back down to the foods he's grabbed to start tucking them into one curved arm. ) My name is Wei Wuxian, I live in the white one with the green roof peeking out of the trees just down that way. ( with a directional nod of his head. )