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

[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?