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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[soups]

❰ she nods at both assertions, taking a few sips in between that she can't help but grimace at. ❱

You really have an iron stomach if you can drink things like this all the time, A-Xian. ❰ it does feel easier to get through as she takes another drink, if only because her mouth feels numb at this point. perhaps not numb, but it is tingly. a little unfeeling. is her tongue in there anymore? ❱ I don't know how much more I can handle...but it'll be nice to have fun with everyone.

Just make sure your shijie doesn't go too wild, okay? ❰ it's certainly a joke -- she doesn't think a few sips of alcohol will turn her mind inside out. ❱

[mannerless]

( ope, now he's grinning again, lifting two fingers up to eye level in promise. ) Nothing you'll be embarrassed for tomorrow, I promise! ( another drink from his can, and then, ) You may not know, but you picked just the right guy for the job. If I can keep a drunken Lan Zhan from doing anything ridiculous, I can absolutely keep an eye out for my Shijie.

( he goes to take yet another drink, but a glance at the can reminds him - ) Oh, but I don't drink things like this. Not all the time. Our wines are much smoother, richer. Less metal-taste, much much less. ( he's not sure if that's the can or the drink itself, but the point stands. )

[soups]

❰ nodding, she takes another sip. there's something about it that invites her to want to keep drinking. maybe it's the strangeness of it, or how she keeps trying to place the semi-fruity taste it leaves in her mouth.

the talk of wine is nice, but she hones in on the most interesting part of this conversation. ❱

What is Lan-gongzi like when he's drunk, A-Xian?

[mannerless]

( the grin fades now to something almost embarrassed, like she's perhaps asked him about something personal - but of course, he doesn't give her any more than the briefest of seconds to call him on it. ) Ah, well - he slaps more. Especially if you try to help him fix his silly crooked headband, he's not fond of that.

( a quick drink from his can, and - ) He talks a bit more, though. Even when he didn't like me at all, he still talked to me once he had a bit of wine. ( that's when lan zhan told him that he didn't have a mother. wei ying vaguely recalls saying something stupid, asking how he was born without a mother or something like that.

he realizes now that he's slipped into thought, so he'll cap his tale (if it counts as such) off with, ) I think, perhaps, that wine helps him forget to push others away.

[soups]

❰ yanli smiles a little bit bigger, only a twitch of her lips indicating her face has moved at all. it's knowing, though...it's something she knows, and most things she knows require no one else know she knows them.

she takes another drink. ❱

I'm certainly glad that Lan-gongzi likes you. More than not at all, but I'm sure much more than that as well. ❰ which...she has some suspicion about. it could probably be confirmed with more personal interaction with lan wangji, but much more quick on the take than people give her credit for. for someone so devoted to the principles of his clan to suddenly be equally devoted to her brother...it certainly does mean something.

another sip. ❱

Despite everything, it's a bit sad he can't enjoy this get together. With drinks like this, we could really see him let loose. ❰ and the opportunity to observe him uninhibited is lost to her. ❱

[mannerless]

( likes, ah, that's such a tricky concept with lan zhan. wei ying supposes he can't deny as much anymore, not since the solemn man declared them confidants even still, not since he visited the burial mounds on his behalf despite the reputation it holds. at the very least, lan zhan liked him once - does such a thing endure after so many months? wei ying can't base such things on his own feelings, what with him being all but isolated off in the corner of the world with plenty of time to think while lan zhan is a part of the cultivation world at large, surely so busy that he may not have a thought to spare wei wuxian for days at a time.

as for the latter part, wei ying exhales a breath of laughter. ) Him, drink in front of so many people? Not a chance. I barely got him to drink the first time. ( he tricked him into it, really - a trick that got lan zhan beaten alongside the rest of them. it wasn't one of his finest decisions. )

[soups]

❰ it was mostly a joke, the thought of it so humorous. she can't even picture someone so straight-laced in a drunken state. speaking of which, she can feel the warmth curling around her chest already. it lightens her, and it's suddenly much more apparent why her brother is so prone to drinking. it's not at all an unpleasant feeling. she never even realized that there were thin strings wrapped around the core of herself until they snapped, alleviating some tightness that yanli also wasn't aware of. ❱

It might surprise you. I think if you invited him to, it wouldn't be hard for him to accept. ❰ but it's true. there are certainly punishments involved for breaking the rules of the lan sect, but she also knows that these are rules lan-gongzi is willing to toe or break for her brother.

and now, yanli wouldn't wish that someone would show up here. but it would certainly be interesting to think about lan-gongzi in this environment, ideals still present in his heart...but truthfully no where else. she thinks this over after another long sip; the taste is barely present after how tingly her mouth is now. ❱ Of course, Lan-gongzi is a pious disciple, so perhaps he wouldn't...but I'm sure he'd do almost anything else you asked of him.

[mannerless]

( there's something almost conspiratorially knowing in his shijie's tone, an almost unrestrained buoyancy to her that wei ying hasn't seen in quite a number of years. not since jiang cheng lost his own easy grin, at least. and she's saying that lan zhan, of all people, might willingly drink with him... or worse yet, that he'd do 'almost anything else you asked of him', a bold assertion that has wei ying's mouth opening in a fumbled 'ahh, i-' shaped objection that never fully forms, gaze casting off to the side. it lands, quite fortunately, on lakeside chairs, and he's quick to step in and wrap an arm (equal parts fond and guiding) across her shoulders. ) Ah, I don't know about any of that. Let's go sit down, alright? I'm tired of standing around.

( pay no attention to the bit of color across wei ying's cheeks, or the slightly flustered note to his tone. instead, pay attention to the nice comfy chairs they're now (if yanli permits it) heading toward, drinks still in hand of course. )

[soups]

❰ similarly, pay no attention to the smile that immediately spreads across yanli's face, amusement more apparent now that she's lost some minor control of her facial muscles. she's more often the restrained one of their trio, the person in the middle to hide behind or mediate some fight, playful or serious. it's beginning to roll around in her head that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be out from between the two of them, causing her own mischief. ❱

Are you feeling the effects already, A-Xian? ❰ yanli giggles, but walks in the direction he's steered her before they reach their destination. she's still capable of sitting down like a lady, but her elbows find themselves propping her head up as they perch upon the arm of her seat. ❱ I didn't think the drink was that strong.

❰ as you can tell from your clearly-not-tipsy sister's attitude. ❱

[mannerless]

( quite honestly, wei wuxian would revel in any mischief that jiang yanli might cause. his little heart would swell with utmost pride that day, even if said mischief turns out to be at his expense.

as for the questions, he puts on a dramatic pout-scowl and shakes his head a little. ) No, not me! ( but they've arrived at the chairs, and he takes one too, sitting sideways on it so as to keep facing her. ) Certainly not, I've just been standing around quite a bit today! Oh - pushed a Lan boy into the lake, did I tell you yet? ( it's one of the great accomplishments she needs regaled with, if not. )

[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.