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.)]

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jiang yanli ▶ ota

[soups]

▶ 𝕠𝕟𝕖

❰ yanli suddenly both does and doesn't understand why wei wuxian likes to drink so much. she's downed a four loko, thin and inexperienced frame feeling the effects immediately.

and thus, yanli is very obvious in this crowd. she hasn't shed her robes from home, and she's laughing into her hands on occasion, wiping tears from her eyes at whatever funny thing she's come up with in her head. her relationships with gravity are standing up straight are also tenuous at the moment, as she wavers and stumbles about. it's very likely that she's fallen onto you, back or front -- but she's not lost her politeness, no matter how drunk she may be. ❱

I'm sorry! ❰ an effort is made to stand up, but that...isn't going very well, oops. ❱

[lookslikeacinnamonroll]

[ Wen Ning has never been invited to a party in his entire life. Even the parties with general "everyone can come" invitations never included him. If they were being thrown by the other sects, the Wen clan wasn't invited. If they were being thrown by the Wen clan, he specifically wasn't invited.

So even though he's worried about being trapped in the woods, he's excited to be invited to his first ever party. He's fashionably late, but only because the invitation hadn't specified where the party was happening or when it was starting, so it took him some time to find the gathering of people. By the time he gets there, he stumbles straight into a Jiang Yanli who's in the process of falling down. He quickly reaches out to catch her before she can take a real spill. ]

Jin-furen! [ Oh no, she's... really unsteady on her feet, isn't she? ]

Let's... get you to a chair, hm?

[soups]

❰ there's a vague recognition within her, realizing who wen ning is after a few moments of nodding and blinking. of course she knows him, and will be forever indebted to the wen siblings for what they did for her family...but this person is so different looking from that fresh-faced young man. ❱

Wen-gongzi, are you feeling well? ❰ before they move, a hand goes up to feel his cheek, checking for a fever or pallidness. it's hard to discern these things when her own temperature is up in the air at the moment; all she feels is a vague sense of 'hot'.

her hand doesn't move as yanli's brain catches up with what exactly was said to her. she laughs in spite of herself, finding it somehow funny that two people in the same day made such a silly mistake. ❱ You remember me, don't know? Jiang Yanli...A-Xian's big sister! Jiang shijie, not Jin shijie.

[lookslikeacinnamonroll]

[ His cheek is cool and smooth, like stone. Cooler than it should by all rights be, in all this heat. It's quickly clear that something is off about her. Is she so drunk that she forgot she was married to Jin Zixuan?

But of course, something is obviously very strange here, seeing as the Jiang Yanli he knows has been dead for over a decade. She doesn't look like a fierce corpse? And when he brings his own hand to her cheek, her forehead, she doesn't feel like one either, having all the warmth of a living human.

Best to play along for now. ]

Ah, right. Sorry, my mistake. Why don't we go sit down somewhere, Jiang-guniang, and talk?

[soups]

❰ the sensation of touch is very much a disconnected blur to her right now -- she dropped her can earlier and didn't even notice other than to lament a few minutes after the fact that she was thirsty with a missing drink to look for.

her hand leaves his face in an effort to balance herself, feeling his hand on her own cheek and wondering if even the slight pressure would be enough to topple over. ❱

I would be thrilled. It's been a while since I've seen you, Wen-gongzi. I know things are complicated with the Wen clan currently, but you're a good boy. ❰ despite the smile on her face, this is said completely straight. wen ning is indeed a good boy, and he should know as such. ❱

[lookslikeacinnamonroll]

[ This is all very confusing. How is she here? How are any of them here, really, but especially her. From the way she talks, it's like she doesn't remember the aftermath of the Sunshot Campaign at all.

He brings an arm around to guide her over towards where someone had set up some lawn chairs by the lake, head on a swivel looking out for Jiang Wanyin. He had promised he would stay away from his family, and not cause any trouble, but... Surely if he left her alone in this state she would cause trouble for herself? ]

A-ah, thank you, Jiang-guniang. That's very kind of you to say. Here, why don't you sit down?

[soups]

❰ her following along is basically an autopilot response, and she the request to sit means she quickly plops to the ground with a small laugh. she is indeed sitting, now, even if she didn't mean to do it in such a fashion. ❱

Only if you sit with me, Wen-gongzi! ❰ she's already sitting, but the finesse of language evades her at this moment. she reaches for him, inviting him to join her, nesting in her robes on the ground. ❱