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 Cheng

[legbreakings]

text response to invitation

You clutter our phones with this garbage?


at the party

[ Jiang Cheng does not want to be at this nonsense waste of his time of a beach party, thank you very much. Yet here he is, since he needs to inform Klaus in person of his idiocy. And while he is here, he is going to take some of that alcohol for his own use.

Thus, no surprise, his first stop is the alcohol collection, which has already grown to respectable size by that time. He opens a couple of bottles and sniffs at them, wrinkling his nose and scoffing in distaste when a smell fails to find his approval. He will be busy for quite a while there, picking his choice of poison is important business when you know barely any of the drinks on offer.

After the alcohol choice is made and Klaus has been tracked down for the intended hollering, he can be found wandering around a little here and there, distinctly standing out as the resident stick in the mud in his full purple robes.

He’s going to get right to the edge of the water where people are splashing and having fun, blissfully unaware that this might be a perfect to get him wet, or even yank him into the water. Why, he might even have fun there. Perish the thought. ]

[lookslikeacinnamonroll]

[ Wen Ning is standing by the drinks table, excited to have been invited to a party and wondering what drink might be good to try as his first. He picks a bottle that looks nice and reaches for it-- at the exact same moment as a purple sleeved hand also reaches for it.

Wen Ning freezes, retracting his hand as if it had been burnt. ]

A-ah. Sect Leader Jiang. Y-you... You go ahead.

[ He can't help but think of a half remembered dream, backing up slightly and wincing at the phantom pain in the center of his chest. ]

[legbreakings]

[ Jiang Cheng experiences a similar flashback, fuzzy and dream-like, of Sandu sinking deep into the man's chest and the lack of satisfaction it had brought him. He has been having many such dreams ever since Wen Ning's actions kicked off the destruction of his family.

He jerks back, face already twisting into a snarl, his hand coming to rest on Sandu's hilt. ]

What are you doing here, Ghost General?!

[lookslikeacinnamonroll]

I-I was invited. By the... the... cock licking idiot.

[ Yeesh, that sounds really awkward to say out loud. Especially to someone whose hand is on his sword hilt already (don't think he doesn't notice that). He left Suibian back in the cabin he's sharing with Wei Wuxian, figuring he wouldn't need it at a party, and even if he did bring it, he wouldn't be able to draw it without Wei Wuxian's help.

...Or Jiang Wanyin's, but he doesn't think he would get that any time soon. ]

I don't want any trouble.

[legbreakings]

[ Invited by... yeah, by that one. He can't even say he is surprised.

He shakes off these thoughts, forcing himself to focus completely on the Ghost General, who is far too dangerous to take your eyes off him. ]

Isn't it too late for that? After all the trouble you caused! [ His voice gets louder with every word, with the emotions welling up in him. He looks around, glaring at there being too many people, too many spectators to witness his grief to permit himself to show it.

Certainly too many to fight him, though there is a large part of Jiang Cheng that wants to resolve this once and for all. ] Stay away from my family. If you cause them trouble again...

[lookslikeacinnamonroll]

[ Wen Ning glances around too, backing away from Jiang Wanyin and the table. He would raise his hands in surrender, but he doesn't want any sudden movements to provoke Jiang Wanyin's anger. ]

I-I won't... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[ He should just... Go. He knew coming to this party would be a mistake. ]

[legbreakings]

[ There is a flash of something, almost a memory but too vague for it, taking him back to the foggy forest outside the cabin he'd first woken up in and Wen Ning in front of him, speaking of being sorry...

Jiang Cheng shakes it off with an angry shake of his head, he's had so many dreams and nightmares both of taking revenge. ]

Just... don't [ he growls and gives him another glare, this one far more pained than angry. Then he turns his back on him and stalks away, his face tight.

At least they can agree it had been a mistake to come to this party. ]

text;

[channellings]

garbage? wow, okay, sounds like somebody's a square

@angry.virgin

[legbreakings]

No. But I have better things to do!

[channellings]

[holy shit, klaus shouldn't have laughed at that username so hard but he did.]

what like wandering around the forest?

@angry.virgin

[legbreakings]

Maybe!

I'm investigating instead of wasting my time!

Re: @angry.virgin

[channellings]

wow ok have fun with your trees or whatever
i'm gonna sit in a lawn chair and get drunk as fuck and sunbathe

you're more than welcome to join once you finish being a square

@angry.virgin

[legbreakings]

Have fun wasting valuable time which could be spent finding a way out of here.

You are useless.

Re: @angry.virgin

[channellings]

if you hadn't noticed: there's a goddamn barrier surrounding the whole area
you find a way through that and maybe i'll follow

until then? you can just bite my ass with your whole ‘being useless’ thing

[legbreakings]

I'm not just going to stand by and wait for the next terrible thing to hit us!

[channellings]

you'll just run into it headfirst instead? ya dumbass

[legbreakings]

I'm going to prepare myself!

[channellings]

[well, this just got too easy.] yeah make sure you bring protection

[legbreakings]

Of course I'm bringing my sword!

[channellings]

considering the thing seems attached that makes sense

[skittering]

( it's not long after jiang cheng spots the alcohol table that a slim hooded figure crawls out from underneath the snack table nearby with a mostly-full bottle in hand, heading for the drink table as if he has done precisely nothing unusual. he himself doesn't seem to be drunk, at least not beyond tipsy. he leaves behind him a moderately intoxicated swede mostly concealed from view by the tacky plastic tablecloth - the very swede he confiscated the bottle of clear liquid from and is now scoping out the drink selection.

after a long moment, he huffs out a frustrated breath and, ) Which one of these is weakest? ( the tiredly patient tone of a man not equipped to be fielding Emotions who has been dutifully fielding Emotions for a decent chunk of the last hour. )

[legbreakings]

What's wrong with the one you are holding? [ Jiang Cheng asks back, even though he has already made his own disgusting experience with one of the clear liquids, so maybe it's more of that one.

Yuck, that had been a betrayal. It looked just like rice wine but it was like rice wine's terrible evil twin.

But, he's willing enough to help someone find a not-terrible drink, so he starts opening bottles to take a sniff. ]

[skittering]

( the question doesn't even earn the bottle a glance. instead, he reaches to set it in the middle of the assortment of bottles, as if it might be too easy to find again if he leaves it on the outskirts. )

Too strong, ( he says. his brow flickers, considering for a moment whether or not he should say any more, but it's relevant enough information to someone helping him pick a new bottle, so. ) Need something that someone can finish a bottle of without killing himself. ( a considering pause as he looks over the options. ) He likes fruit. ( or maybe just certain fruit? lalli hasn't figured that out. )

[legbreakings]

I've never even heard of most of the drinks here [ Jiang Cheng huffs, giving the assortment a dirty look. ] Either there isn't any rice wine or someone has stolen it all. [ As in, Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian must have stolen it all.

But. Okay. Fruity. He picks up a bottle of clear liquid that has an apple on the label. ] Does he like apples? [ He unscrews the bottle of manzana and takes a sniff before passing it on to Lalli with a dubious expression. ] I don't know if you would want to drink an entire bottle of this.

i have no idea how to draw this thread out so fuck it, later gator

[skittering]

( lalli gives the bottle a sniff, then pours a little of it carefully into his mouth. it definitely tastes weaker than the other stuff. ) Could work. ( he'll probably have to drink some himself to keep emil from poisoning himself by the end of it, but he can do that.

and so he lifts the bottle in thanks and retreats back toward the table to slip back underneath it. )