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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Nie Huaisang | OTA

[porndealer]

[It's been a few days after his rescue from the too tall tree and he's mostly stuck close to the organizer of this wonderful party. While he's had a little wander on his own, it's easier, and safer, to stick to what he knows. He knows the Klaus saved him and that two people are better than one if something bad happens.

Now there's definitely more than two people and he'd probably be mingling more if he wasn't absolutely melting in his robes. It's hot as hell and these are thick, but he's tried to not give in and be indecent. If anything his trusty paper fan never leaves his hand, going as fast he can manage without dislocating his wrists.

Don't mind him having a look at the table of food and drinks. Perhaps that's what he needs. A drink! That'll help cool him down. There's an odd assortment of cups near the drinks and he'll grab one without really looking at it. Then it's grabbing the first bottle that catches his eye, it's bright blue and has words on it, but the words aren't that important. More so cause they don't really mean anything to him. What's a vodka? Pouring some Huaisang almost wonders if he's just found water, but then as he brings it closer to his face. Oof. That's. That's not water. Fan folded up and set beside him, he'll take a cautious sip and makes the face of someone pretty sure he's not enjoying this at all.]

Augh, what is that?!

[Vodka, sweetie.]

[legbreakings]

[ Is that...? Yes, that's Nie Huaisang by the alcohol! Jiang Cheng immediately hurries over. ]

Is that another disgusting one?

[ Jiang Cheng walks up to him, grinning a little as he reaches past Huaisang to snatch the bottle from his hands and take a sip of his own. He makes a face and shudders, maybe more show than genuine disgust as it is disgusting, yes, but not anywhere near bad enough for such a display. He's had his fair share of swill before.

Then he elbows Huaisang roughly, yet still with a friendly expression on his face. ]

When I couldn't find you again, I thought the ballerinas had gotten you in the end!

[porndealer]

[It's no other, but Nie Huaisang! He's joined by Jiang Cheng who looks far too pleased right now. Is it due to his suffering? It must be.]

Another one? Are they all bad?

[There's got to be something good here. Please gods. He is not going to suffer this place without good alcohol. Rubbing at where he's elbowed, Huaisang makes a face, frowning some.]

I woke up in a tree... wasn't even sure if any of that happened.

[He looks shocked then, turning to give Jiang Cheng a little shove.]

Wait did you leave me to be eaten by those demon girls?!

[legbreakings]

[ Jiang Cheng's mouth drops in outrage at that shove. ]

I didn't leave to be eaten by those girls but when we ran into the forest you were suddenly gone and I couldn't find you again and when I woke up back in the cabin, you were gone and I couldn't find you again! What else was I supposed to think, huh?!

[ There, Huaisang, have a shove right back. ]

And I don't know why you woke up in a tree! [ He pauses for a moment, before adding ] I woke up in bed with a royal courtesan.

[porndealer]

Augh, everything is so hazy, I don't remember what happened! I just know those demon girls were so fast and scary.

[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.

[legbreakings]

Wait! What? What did I do?!

[ 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!

[porndealer]

[Maybe being convinced to come even with his doubts wasn't so bad. Getting Jiang Cheng all flustered and annoyed is pretty fun. Huaisang mocks looking shocked, fanning himself a little and fluttering his lashes.]

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?

[legbreakings]

What?!

[ 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.

[porndealer]

[Jiang Cheng let's be perfectly clear, you embarrass yourself without Huaisang's help just fine.]

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?

[legbreakings]

[ Rude! Yes, so he may be able to embarrass himself all on his lonesome, and might in fact be in far greater danger of embarassments when he is left to his own devices. But let him have his delusions about that!

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!

[porndealer]

Hey-

[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!

[kingish]

[ in, again, some alternate timeline where eliot is the first to notice this, his face seizes in pretty, pretty horror, while he doesn't actually slap the vodka out of anyone's hand, he really, really wants to. ]

That is an abomination derived from potatoes. Please, please let me help you. And ...stop drinking that.

[porndealer]

[Please do not slap his cup from his hand, that would be a huge mess, Eliot.]

Wha- potatoes?

[Huaisang looks at the very unfairly tall man who's come to offer his help. Why is he so tall? Why are all these foreigners he's met literal trees?!]

You don't have to tell me that, it's disgusting.

[With a frown he'll turn to pour the rest onto the ground.]

So you know what all of these are? Are any of them actually good?

[kingish]

I know [ he peers ]....most of them. Some are too obscure for even my most undiscriminating of days, which means they're slightly below rubbing alcohol on the average bar shelf hierarchy.

[ rummaging through the available goods should not appear both languidly idle and increasingly desperate, but that's just the magic of eliot waugh. ]

What's your general palate preference? Sweet? Sharp? Sippable?

[ --is he really going to do this, i'm sorry to say yes ]

By the look of you--

[ just.... a leisurely once over here, lalala, ] I'd guess sweet.

[porndealer]

[This stranger says a few things that go over his head, but what he does take in out of everything is the once over and the 'by the look of you'. Oh. Oh well then. Considering the time they've all had of things since arriving he is going to enjoy the little bit of attention he's getting, thank you very much.

Don't mind him pulling his fan out, brows raising a little.]

What about my looks makes you think sweet?

[Just gonna fan himself leisurely.]

Back home we really only drink wine. Nothing tastes like that potato water stuff.

[kingish]

Vodka does come in the enjoyable experience variety. Just. Not this one. This one is only to be endured in the most secret of secret shames. Although...

[ hmmmm. he picks up the very questionable bottle again, examining it before setting it back down and performing another of those elsewhere mentioned fancy finger motions over the top. a hiss snakes its way out of the glass mouth, cloudy plume of unidentified grossness dissipating into the air. you know how if you put cheap vodka through a brita filter enough times it becomes almost drinkable? that's what that spell just did, because of course eliot knows a spell that does that. ]

Much better.

[ a back and forth swish under his nose confirms the contents now smell a lot less like windex, so he tips some into the closest clean glass, humming something irresponsible under his breath. i refuse to write out how he puts this fancy thing together, but be assured it involves several ingredients this party did not previously possess, and more magic than anyone person is ever supposed to use at once unless they're saving the world or something. he eyes his considerably shorter companion with sparkly amusement as he does, because he is adorable. ]

You're not supposed to ask, you know. You're just supposed to infer that means I think you're sweet. It's a compliment. Don't they have flirting wherever you really only drink wine?

[ that would be a terrible tragedy, his big sad eyes seem to say. loudly. ]

Try this.

[ he passes over the glass, now blue, faintly glowing, and a delightful blend of fruity and tart. just like eliot! ]

a million years later i'm sorry eliot

[porndealer]

[Secret of secret shames? Now he's curious.

But this very tall man with his curly hair and opinions on alcohol is doing some strange hand motions and something to the bottle of horrible terrible... vodka. That's what it's called. Vodka. The name sounds like a bad time.]

Oh we have flirting, but it's so boring. All careful words and little glances.

[Which is romantic, sure, but sometimes it's just nice to hear that someone thinks you're pretty. Or cute. Adorable. Any other synonym. Thank you for giving him that little shot of serotonin, Eliot.]

Wine helps though, loosens tongues.

[Huaisang smiles just over the top of his fan, eyes definitely interested in everything Eliot is doing. Is he some kind of drink magician? The drink he offers him is glowing and he wants him to try it. He's unsure, but also curiosity gets the better of him for sure.]

Whoa, how did you do that? It looks too pretty to drink.

[But again, he's far too curious and with a cautious sniff he decides to hell with it. It can't be any worse than what he'd drank at first. The surprise that springs up on his face makes it clear it definitely is.]

Oh- [Just gonna have another sip. Prolonged.] Can you make more of this?

[mannerless]

Is it better or worse than the orange goop? ( comes a deeply amused voice from vaguely behind him, though wei wuxian strolls up beside the man now, reaching out to take custody of the cup that has offended huaisang so.

he gives it a sniff, nose curling in a fascinated sort of horror. ) Where did you find this? Are you sure it isn't cleanser? I found these bottles of cleanser - ( oh, pardon him, he doesn't mean to just take the glass and do nothing with it! he downs a gulp of it now, clearing his throat with a vague disgusted hacking sound but continuing right along with - ) - for windows and tables and such, down at the gas station. They smell just like this.

[porndealer]

I don't know if better is the word for it, but maybe this is a little bit more bearable. Only a little.

[He can't a bubble of laughter that comes up at Wuxian's face twisting in disgust. He'll try to stifle some of it if that helps.]

Maybe it is a cleaner, but that would be a cruel trick to play! Putting that in here for people to drink. Terrible.

[Huaisang tsks, shaking his head.]

Is that why it burns going down? It's cleaning all the bad stuff as you swallow it.

[mannerless]

That must be it, ( wei ying agrees, tipping his empty glass a little as if to point at nie huaisang before he sets it down on the table. ) So you see, that means it's good for us. I think? The cleanser jugs did say not to ingest.

[porndealer]

[Huaisang wrinkles his nose.]

Oh so clever, Wei-xiong.

[He does not sound impressed. With a dramatic sigh he'll glance to the arrangement of alcohol fingers poking at some of the bottles.]

It would be so much better if they had Emperor's Smile here.

[mannerless]

Ah, if only. ( he sounds entirely too wistful to be discussing a wine. ) Have you tasted what they call wine, here? It's fruit juice.

( time to dig through the bottles to see if any of these are pretending to be wine. he's sure there has to be at least one. )

[porndealer]

[Wuxian speaks of Emperor's Smile like one would of a long lost lover.]

Ehhh? Fruit juice? Why would they do that. I don't think I'd want to try it.

[Huaisang will stand next to him fanning himself, letting Wuxian do all the work. As one does.]

So what are we going to do after all of this? Are we really stuck here?

[mannerless]

That's what the papers said, ( he says, which may as well be a verbal shrug. wei wuxian lifts a bottle, examines it, then puts it back down among the bunch. a bit dryly he tacks on, ) It's certainly better than that foggy cabin.

( aha - a bottle claiming to be wine. someone has already taken the liberty of uncorking it, which saves wei wuxian quite a bit of puzzlement. instead he pulls the cork, snatches a cup to pour some into it, and offers the deep red "wine" out to huaisang. ) If I had to try it, so do you.

[porndealer]

The papers said stuff that sounded just as bad if not worse too.

[Huaisang grouses. It seems Wuxian has found something he wants him to try and he makes a face realizing it's this fruit juice wine he'd mentioned.]

Wei-xiong is this our friendship now? Suffering disgusting food and drink?

[But he takes the offered cup with no more complaint. With a resigned sigh he knocks it back, just wanting to be done with it.]

Augh, oh no- [He shakes his head, putting the cup down and pushes it away.] That's dreadful. They call that wine?