vestigelogs | 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.)]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[huh, he almost thought none of the people he's met who are wearing those fancy robes would've ever stripped down the way wei wuxian has. sure, he's still more covered than klaus, who's sporting some swimming shorts with a wild pattern on them and no shirt whatsoever, but he has to imagine the other guy almost feels half-naked without all those layers.

one arm tucked underneath his chest, hand holding the opposite elbow, he arches an eyebrow as wei wuxian lifts his hands, cups them around his face and— oh. well, alrighty then, that wasn't at all expected and he ends up laughing into his drink, sputtering momentarily, though after he regains his composure enough:] Are you looking for the cock-licker or a cock-licker? Because there might be more than one in that last case.

[and also the first one, but klaus has a pretty good idea what wei wuxian is asking about; it's likely the username that was sent alongside the ridiculous invitation to this party.]

( it's true, wei ying does feel significantly more naked like this - but then again, he's by far the most shameless among them, and it doesn't bother him nearly as much as it perhaps should.

the sputter nearby draws his gaze, a brow raising as none other than the net-shirt drifter speaks up. he seems to have lost his shirt since. perhaps he's cast it out to catch a few fish as they speak. to his question, wei wuxian shakes his head the slightest bit, exhaling an amused little grin. ) Let's start with 'the'. ( but wait. ) Don't tell me it's you? There are things I never needed to picture and that's absolutely one of them.

[seriously, wei wuxian, if you accuse him of using his shirt to catch fish, he's going to give you the weirdest look.

taking a long pull from the solo cup he's holding— wait, it's... longer than expected, klaus's even raising a hand to gesture, though once he finally swallows and lowers it again,] Yeah, it's me, I have the most uncreative name on the network. Like I was saying on there: they didn't even try. [a beat as the remainder of the sentence clicks] Well, hey, it's not my fault you imagined it! Don't think about me licking cocks and you won't be traumatized.

( don't think about-...

wei ying crosses his arms now, nodding a bit sarcastically. ) Mhm, yes, because it works so well to tell someone not to think of something.

( but in truth he's more amused than anything, the faux-irritation falling away to a sort of grin as he glances off across the party. ) Well, now that I've got you, I've nothing important to say. I just wanted to know who got stuck with a name like that. And to commend the good idea, maybe. Huaisang certainly needed to think about something besides death for a few minutes.

[klaus's expression brightens further at the response, eyes rolling shortly thereafter.] That's the point, silly!

[for a brief moment, the drink in his hand levitates out of his palm so he can lift his arms, gather up all his hair and quickly tie it in a messy, mostly secured half-ponytail. then he grabs the cup again, blows some stray bangs aside and tilts his head.] That's cool, and hey, at least now you know the unlucky bastard with the name. [but hang on here—] Huaisang... the little cutie with the fan? What's got him up in arms about that of all things?

( wei wuxian's expression goes puzzled (and, admittedly, intrigued) when the drink hovers in midair, his grin broadening a little. he has certainly heard that there are other forms of cultivation here - forms that don't even call themselves cultivation at all, forms that don't require years of building one's inner core to the proper strength and/or calling dark energy to one's aid, but he hasn't quite seen it before now.

it seems like the drifter has met huaisang, he describes him pretty well, and wei wuxian opens his mouth to confirm but then that question follows. ) ...Haven't you read the papers? The little folded ones, they're in all the houses.

[a half-smirk lifts his lips at the corners in return, though he doesn't make any mention of it or even think about addressing the levitating, just focuses on draining what's left in the cup. he'll go for more afterward, but for now, he's curious: how many people here actually think they're going to die? (too many is more than likely the answer and he'd rather not consider that or the fact he'll probably be one of them.)]

What, the ones telling us all about pain and suffering and dying? [s h r u g] Of course, I thought everyone got them. They did say we'd come back, didn't they?

( is... this a trick question? )

Well, yes, ( wei wuxian answers, a bit slowly - as if the fact that this isn't obvious to klaus means he might be walking into some sort of joke without realizing. ) But that doesn't seem particularly pleasant before the coming-back part, does it?

( a dry laugh-breath and, ) Especially for Nie Huaisang. I can't be certain that man has so much as bled in over a decade. ( and wei ying plans to keep it that way, not that he'll say as much aloud. )

[sort of, but wei wuxian answers it pretty well.]

Not really, no, but if we're going to die anyway... Okay, this might sound weird? I've died a few times before and came back, though. [none of the times were comfortable either, though he'd assume there wouldn't be a need to explain that, it should simply be a given.

unless he's really interested? hopefully not, klaus would rather focus on something else.] For whatever it's worth, I've got healing abilities if you ever need them.

( ah. well that's certainly new. he has met precisely one person who has ever come back from death, and they didn't get through nearly as unscathed as this man seems to have multiple times.

(every once in a while, this place makes wei wuxian aware that the yiling patriarch is far from the most powerful individual here, and it never fails to prove uncomfortably humbling.)

and so he does the only thing he really can do - he offers a half-grin and a little 'alright, respect' sort of nod. ) Healing abilities - is that how you've thwarted death? ( and, being who he is, he can't help the immediate follow-up: ) Is it... innate, or something you might could teach?

[much as he hates admitting it, klaus figures it's best to be (mostly) straightforward with his fellow captives and this moment counts. death has never stuck with him for whatever reason (which he's loath to question, just glad it's on his side).

seeing someone actually regard the idea with appreciation is new, though. he smirks back, dips his head in return then hmmms.] Nah, I think that's just stupid luck. My healing abilities, unfortunately, cannot bring the dead back to life. [he's tried, it didn't work and all he got in return was trauma.

teaching someone, however, isn't something he's considered.] I've never tried? But I wouldn't be against it.

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