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vestigelogs2020-07-07 01:26 am
channellings) wrote in vestigelogs2020-07-07 01:26 am
lake party invite + mingle (open)
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.)]
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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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. ]
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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?!
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[ 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.
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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...
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I-I won't... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
[ He should just... Go. He knew coming to this party would be a mistake. ]
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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. ]