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

[casner]

It was.

[ sizhui, familiar with hanguang-jun's version of smiling, probably has more perspective than most to recognize that's what graham's face is doing, mostly in the eyes. ]

And you're Sizhui. [ his expression hooks downward, strung taut between intense concern and equally intense attempt to ferret out the 'i'm fine' related lies he himself is prone to. ] Last we met the circumstances were--somewhat dire. Have you been all right since? Do you have a place to sleep and adequate provisions? I can make arrangements to supply you with either.

[deferences]

Ah, I remembered! [and he sounds so proud.

also: yes, he's quite familiar with that kind of smile, which is exactly why he offers a more outright gesture in return. not too enthusiastic, just the faintest curve at the edges of his mouth, but it's definitely more visible.]

That's correct, [sizhui confirms, unable to keep from puffing his chest a little, except it doesn't last long whenever graham mentions their not-so-good situation before. he purses his lips with thought, considers what he's being asked: has he been alright? he does have a place to sleep and his (their?) supplies aren't dwindling yet.] Goodness, you're courteous, but shouldn't you be keeping those for yourself?

[casner]

[ Graham chuckles, mostly to himself. ]

Not an attribute typically ascribed to me, I must admit.

[ Let's be real here, he uses up most of his politeness professionally, and the remaining three percent goes to whomever he's currently sleeping with. ]

I know how to manage resources. If you're already supplied I won't give them away just for the hell of it, but know you can ask me for help should the need arise.

[deferences]

[stifling his own snicker proves more difficult than he'd like, but thankfully, sizhui still has that handy-dandy drink. so, to keep from outright laughing, the can gets lifted and he takes a quick swig, wrinkles his nose, something between uncertainty and disgust creasing his features. what is this? why does it tickle his nose and sort of burn on the way down?

oh, there's the faint alcoholic aftertaste, too. he shakes his head, rubs his lips together like that might rid him of the weird tingling sensation, holds the beverage out at arms-length.] How bizarre... [ahem, but anyway—]

Actually, would you happen to have any extra first-aid supplies?

[casner]

[ Yeah okay now he's laughed twice in as many minutes; he must make sure to scowl at someone who probably doesn't deserve it, preferably within the next hour. ]

If you're not enjoying that, I'd advise putting it down.

[ It's possible he'll drink it, actually, because if there is one thing Graham Casner stridently ignores about himself it's a slight alcohol dependency that peaks in stressful situations. Meanwhile: ]

Most likely, yes. What do you need?

[deferences]

[careful, pal, your face might crack a little! sizhui manages his own smile this time, studies the can he's holding then upturns his gaze to graham again.]

Ah... I've already drank from it? It wouldn't do to set it aside, have someone come along and unintentionally drink after someone they don't know.

[although if graham doesn't care, he is more than welcome to take it off sizhui's hands since he still looks rather lackluster. it's not the worst thing he's ever had but it really isn't all that pleasant.

good thing there's the distraction of—] Bandages, mostly. I have healing powers that'll do in a pinch, to be fair, but better safe than sorry.

[casner]

[ For the sake of his everything, Graham elects to a] not be surprised by how Sizhui has healing powers because of course he does, nothing has ever been more thematically appropriate, and b] refuse to think about that at all. Later. After everyone else bombards him with their angry spirit controlling and psychicness and ability to turn lead into cheese or whatever.

Bandages he can handle. Also this alcohol. ]

It'd be fair to say we know each other, yes? Enough for horseshoes and hand grenades, at least.

[ .... never mind the expression. The point is he takes his sleeve and wipes off the top of the can (uh, assuming Sizhui has put it down, if not please disregard the entire rest of this tag) mostly for show, Christ knows he's drunk out of worse places, and takes a sip, expression exaggeratedly interested. ]

Huh. Lousy stuff.

[ He's going to keep drinking it though. ]

[deferences]

[that's fair, he'll have a whole lot more to take in whenever wei wuxian (eventually) dumps all that info on him about people from their homeworld. the healing is enough for now, if something happens where it may need to be discussed, they'll cross that bridge when it comes.

sizhui feels a little better (and somewhat bad) letting graham take the fizzy alcohol off his hands, but unfortunately, the saying won't go completely unnoticed.]

Yes... I'd say that's fair. [he faintly tips his head, considering.] Hand grenades?

[because he understands horseshoes but those? nah, not so much. (let's just say they go ahead and switch—) sizhui's offering the alcoholic drink and takes the other one graham had opened, giving it a quick once-over for some explanation as to what it is. he peeks back up after graham wipes it down, raises his eyebrows with consideration then barely manages biting his cheek fast enough to stifle his laugh. wow, what a reaction!]

I told you...!

[however, when the man keeps right on drinking, he politely lifts his new beverage in a toasting gesture then tips the can back.]