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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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[Wow, excuse him. Shove back? What are you five, Jiang Cheng? Huaisang 'hmphs' and pulls his fan out, turning away from the Jiang sect leader. Rude.]
Of course you wouldn't know why, I wasn't saying you--
[He pauses, fan stilling as he side eyes Jiang Cheng with an amused little smile.]
Jiang-xiong, I never would have guessed you'd partake in such a thing.
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[ He starts to take an alarmed step away from Huaisang as if he could just distance himself from all the accusations he had brought upon himself this way - but then catches himself and it ends up a wobbly half-step back. He does still look very outraged, though. ]
I didn't...! [ Yeah, he's full-on spluttering now. Congratulations, Huaisang. ] I didn't partake in anything, he was just there when I woke up! Just like the one who took off his clothes as soon as he saw me!
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Waking up in bed with a courtesan and another one was undressing for you? Maybe you're not as much of a stick in the mud as I thought.
[Oh to tease Jiang Cheng. It's really a good pastime. Huaisang nudges him lightly with his elbow and turns to him now.]
Are they here now?
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[ He hadn't even considered that but now he is looking around in alarm. The last thing he needs is Huaisang embarrassing him further by asking them questions, or making him walk over there!
His eyes widen in faint alarm as he catches sight of Klaus in the distance but then he turns back to his friend with his best innocent face. ]
No. I can't see either of them. We should forget them and just get drunk! There must be something good here.
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Are you so sure? You don't see either of them?
[Huaisang can't help the little shit eating grin on his face, but he'll try to stifle it, biting his bottom lip and hiding his face with his fan partially.]
Maybe there is. That one I tried was dreadful... hm... what about this? Ooo, there's all sorts of different colors-
[He'll pluck up a can and have a closer look at it, fan tucked into his belt.]
It says... sparkling hard tea... tea can be hard? Zero sugars, naturally flavored, something um calories?
[Confusion flashes across his face but he'll keep reading.]
Uh, I guess it's white tea peach flavored? I don't know if any of that means it tastes nice or not. [He'll tip the can side to side, brows knit.] How do you open it?
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He scowls when Huaisang questions him about his little lie, certain that his friend can see right through him but at least reasonably certain he won't be able to prove the lie. And there is, fortunately, plenty of alcohol to distract them both. ]
Give me that can, I'll open it for you! [ he commands imperiously, making a grab for the colorful can though he has no more idea how to open it than Huaisang does. Which... becomes obvious once he holds it in his hand and has no idea what to do about that, so he gives it a good solid shake to buy himself some time. ]
I think you just have to... [ He turns the can this way and that, and tugs at the metal ring. ] It probably opens here. [ And he gives the ring a good hard twist, which predictably ends with him holding the ring in his hand, can still closed. ] You gave me a broken one!
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[While he'd wanted help, Jiang Cheng is so rough about it all. Just grabs it and goes for it straight away. Hmph. It doesn't seem like he's having any more luck with it either for all his gusto. Shaking the can doesn't help and then maybe Jiang Cheng figured it out-!
But no.]
Wha-! No I didn't, you broke it!
[Huaisang won't take the blame for this!]
You ripped that thing right off!
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[ Jiang Cheng won't take the blame either!!!
He gives the can another annoyed shake and eyes it dubiously. ]
I guess we could just stab a hole in it?
[ Look at him, being a helping helper who absolutely didn't break the can in the first place. Stabbing makes everything better, right? ]
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You can stab it. I don't have my sword remember?
[Even if he did, let's be real he wouldn't have it on him probably.]
I would just fumble it anyway.
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Yes, yes, you would fumble it [ he mutters, voice dry. If Huaisang is playing the victim he should know better than to expect sympathy from Jiang Cheng of all people. ]
Now let's see for the important part. [ And there he goes, shaking the can once more, just in case it might open itself for him. Which, of course, doesn't happen, so he grabs Sandu. ] You hold it and I'll poke a hole in it, alright?
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Just poke, be careful and don't cut me by accident!
[Huaisang takes the can back, putting his fan away before holding it carefully with both hands, cradling sort of.]
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Don't say stupid things! I'm not going to cut you! I know how to use my sword!
[ So there he draws Sandu and gives the can another look, wondering if he can't just cut off the top rather than simply poking a hole in it. But there's no way he can get Huaisang to hold still while he swings Sandu at him with the force needed to cut through metal.
Poking it is. ] See, it's really not a...
[ He stabs the tip of his sword into the top of the can, and the pressure that has been building up from his vigorous shaking takes its natural course, sending a wave of sugar-free Lover Boy right at his face. ]
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It mostly gets Huaisang's hands wet and he'll exclaim in annoyance, but quickly he sees Jiang Cheng took the brunt of the attack and he bursts out laughing. A bit too gleefully.]
It spit all over you!
[It should not be so funny, but it is. Let's be real Huaisang wouldn't be laughing so much if he'd been more than lightly misted in the face. His hands took the must damage.]
Augh, it's sticky...
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[ Later, Jiang Cheng will adamantly protest that he was not, at no point whatsoever, screeching or wildly hopping around.
Right now, he is both screeching and hopping around to avoid the attack of the spitting can.
He stands there, face and robes splattered with a sticky liquid that smells of tea, peach and alcohol, looking not even the tiniest bit the dignified sect leader he should be presenting himself as. He sputters, humiliated rage growing as his face turns red. ]
Nie Huaisang! [ he finally blurts out ] I'm going to kill you for that!
[ And then he's throwing himself at him. ]
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Any laughter or glee he's taken from this is ruined when Jiang Cheng sees fit to blame him for it all. Rude for one! Two-- we, hey don't come for him!
Huaisang hops back, tossing the can at Jiang Cheng in a pathetic attempt to defend himself.]
Wah-?! It's not my fault! You stabbed it! Jiang-zongzhu you're being ridiculous!
[He points at him accusingly as he tries to keep some space between them.]
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I did not! [ he howls in protest to the accusation of having stabbed the can, never mind that he did stab it and is still wielding the unsheathed sword he stabbed it with. ]
I didn't do anything! This was all your idea! [ Better? Maybe? It was Huaisang's idea to try this drink in the first place, at least. He is still trying to catch Huaisang, though holding on to sword and sheath does hinder him from making a good grab. ]
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[This isn't all his fault! At the next attempted grab Huaisang dances back and around the table, making it even harder for Jiang Cheng to catch him.]
Jiang-zongzhu- [Yes he's going to keep calling him that til he's not trying to murder him over an alcohol can.] Calm down, calm down, it's only got you wet. Look the lake is there you can clean off!
[Huaisang points towards said lake, partially ducked next to the table in case Jiang Cheng tries to swipe at him with his sword.]
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[ He's going to be scrubbing that disgusting brew out of his robes for ages! How terrible!
Jiang Cheng may be outraged but he isn't actually angry enough to try earnestly swiping at him with his sword. He does mock stab towards him, though, chasing Huaisang towards the lake now. ]
If you like the lake that much, how about you jump into it!
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Not that he thinks he'd really hurt him with it... but he sure seems angry.]
What?! No! It's too deep I'd drown!
[Huaisang whimpers as he stands near the edge of the lake, clutching his fan nervously.]
I-I can't swim, Jiang-xiong. Don't make me go in there. Please?
[Oh so now that he's begging for his "life" Jiang Cheng is his friend again.]