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

people-watching, because i can totally roll in ten days late right

[mannerless]

( wei wuxian thought he would thrive at an occasion like this. he has never not thrived at a party, even as tensions started to rise amongst the sects and he found himself (or made himself) the obvious target of many a challenge or confrontation.

but he has lived apart from that world for too long, and though his keen people-person instincts have carried him this far, there's a point at which he finds himself drifting naturally away from the louder bits of the party to retreat (casually, but one used to retreating will certainly recognize a retreat when they see it) to one of the further chairs, sliding into it with a sort of sigh.

in truth, wei wuxian only made certain the adjacent chairs were empty when he selected his target, so it's belatedly that he notices (through a bit of movement in the corner of his eye) that he's actually not even the worst wallflower out here right now.

a glance is cast luke's way, assessing briefly. then, ) You're the guy that brought the pickles, right? ( a smalltalk-y question, sure, but at least it's in a distinctly muted voice. he definitely has not brought the party to luke, don't you worry. ) I'd never had one before. Is that-... How they're supposed to taste?

and beyond

[inventoried]

[ Luke observes the stranger's approach, determines that it's incidental to his own presence, and keeps his head down as if to give Wei Wuxian the opportunity to ignore him. He picks at the label on his bottle of soda with his thumbnail.

And then he is talked to, and looks up. Great news, about the absence of party being brought, and Luke's brow crinkles a little at the additional information that this guy never had a pickle before, but it softens into something more amused. ]

They're-- yeah. That's how they taste. It's vegetable in vinegar, so.

[ What can you do. ]

Try it with peanut butter next time.

[mannerless]

( okay, but now wei wuxian's brow knits, a wary sort of grin spreading on his face - like he's not entirely sure if this man is pulling a prank and he's not even upset if he is. )

Try it with peanut butter? ( he echoes, head tilting a bit. ) That sounds awful. Are we thinking of the same peanut butter?

[inventoried]

I'm thinking about the kind we get here.

[ He'd insist that they are, but he's had a crash course in accepting the fact that the universe exists in multitudes. Apparently. Maybe it applies to spreadables, he doesn't fuckin' know.

It gives him something to be curious about, in spite of himself. ]

Is this place like where you're from?

[mannerless]

( ah, yes, so that's certainly the same peanut butter. ironically it's not the sort he's used to from home (a much cruder, less refined sort, more of a sauce really) but one that he has gotten acquainted with since arriving here.

he stands by his assessment. it sounds awful.

it seems to have earned a question from the elusive wallflower with awful taste in snacks: is this place like where he's from? wei wuxian lets out a little laugh-breath and, ) Ah, no, not really. Have you heard of China? That's my homeland - and from a somewhat different time, I think. ( unless elsewhere in the world they're making such things as these 'phones' while china is busy cultivating with their thumbs up their asses. he hasn't spoken to nearly enough travelers to know one way or the other. )