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

[soups]

❰ it's likely true -- no, she knows it is. the great wei wuxian is sure to have a tolerance for alcohol like no other, and simply cannot be bested by one drink. she'd placed hers on the ground before sitting down, and she reaches down to try and retrieve it through the arm of the chair.

it would be a nice and fun story to hear, by the way. ❱

Oh? Some disappointment in the particular Lan disciple that appeared here with us?

[mannerless]

( though the concept of lan sizhui being disappointing makes him laugh (the boy has probably never disappointed a single person in his life, perhaps not even lan zhan), he puts on a Very Serious Face to say, ) He made the grave mistake of telling me I'm ~not very fearsome~. ( and he quickly learned that it was not, in fact, the case. )

[soups]

❰ the serious look on her brother's face, combined with the insult in question causes yanli to laugh, more loudly than usual. ❱

You can certainly be menacing when you want to be. But he must have seen your softer side showing through somehow.

❰ her face suddenly falls, expressions exaggerated by the alcohol she's consumed. ❱ Oh no...A-Xian, you didn't scare the poor boy, did you?

[mannerless]

( and now his shijie seems to have taken up in defense of the lan boy, which earns another little scowl too mild to take seriously. ) Oh, he's fine. A bit soggy, but no more scared of me than he ever was.