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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[deferences]

[the thump of jingyi's head makes sizhui raises his eyebrows with concern, though he makes no move to get closer, simply regards him from where he's lying with a look, a silent are you okay? and he won't let his gaze wander until he's sure.

but he seems fine, given the circumstances and ghosts aside, so he relaxes somewhat by fidgeting with a loose thread on the fabric wrapped around his forearm.]

Jingyi! [he exclaims, attention snapping back up to the other boy.] No, I wouldn't do that to you. Not here where everything is... [‘wrong’ isn't the right word, but it's not completely inappropriate, either.

sizhui looks away again, props his cheek into his palm, mouth downturned in a frown, although he can't help turning back, chin replacing his cheek. he blinks once, considering the questions he's been asked. blinks a second time, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, preparing— and yet he can't think of a single answer! jingyi breaks a lot of rules and when had he seen wei wuxian in hanguang-jun's underclothes? during the second siege of the burial mounds while they were being attacked?

and he surely couldn't have one favorite rabbit!] I— mmn, I'm not...sure... [oh no, what if he isn't sizhui? sorry, jingyi, he's absolutely failed you.]

[gusumouthcannon]

[When Sizhui does do anything more than just makes uncertain noises, Jingyi scrambles upright and wiggles himself to sit a little closer so he can bump Sizhui in the shoulder with his own.]

Oh, no, no, those were not real questions, I promise. I expected you to say, 'oh! Jingyi! It is clearly that you shout too much! You trip when you run! You eat too much!' and all of those would be right, or wrong, or--it does not matter. I thought you would scold me for making you choose a rabbit or for prying into our seniors' love lives.

[And even if there is a little concern in him that Sizhui did not even answer at all, that concern is swamped by the larger concern that Jingyi is teasing him when everything is terrible and maybe...he should not.]

Are you alright? You have been here longer than I have.

[deferences]

[oh no, now he's worried jingyi even more by not giving a proper response at all! which would've made him feel a whole lot worse if the other junior hadn't moved within shoulder-bumping distance like he did. sizhui's attention darts sideways, the faintest hint of an actual smile curving his mouth at the edges despite the anxiousness.

well, jingyi's right about each and every thing he says, but one thing's for certain:] You really shouldn't pry into their love lives, [sizhui teases, gently nudging his friend back.

then he downturns his gaze again, considers what he's being asked. is he alright? for the most part, yes, injuries aside (except he doesn't even have many of those). with jingyi here things will certainly start looking up, though.] Not too much longer, but I'm okay, regardless. It'll be nice having someone else here I know.

[someone who will know him, too.]

[gusumouthcannon]

Ah. [He makes a disgruntled noise, because that definitely sounds like Sizhui.] It is not prying if they are very loud and shameless about it. [But it's a half-hearted grumble at best. Letting out his breath, he lets his gaze drift over the assembled...others. In their strange clothes and their bizarre hedonism.]

So I would not have thought that I would find you anywhere near something like this? Who are any of these people? Do you think they are dangerous?

[Well. They look like they're partying, but one can never be too sure.]

[deferences]

[he opens his mouth, closes it, wrinkles his nose and softly purses his lips before finally acknowledging,] Okay, yes, you make a good point. [wei wuxian wearing lan wangji's robes for everyone else to see is sort of just asking to be called out, right? right.]

Ah... [sizhui lets the faint response trail off, downturns his gaze to his lap first then hesitantly looks toward the others, too.] I normally wouldn't have, but it's better than staying cooped up indoors all day. I even got brave enough to try one of the bizarre drinks someone left on the table.

The people seem fine so far? Nobody's attacked me for what it's worth, so that seems promising.

[gusumouthcannon]

They better not attack you!

[He frowns, brow furrowed, at the party, then at Sizhui, and then at his own hands for a moment, before he comes to a conclusion.]

We cannot leave, can we.

[Forgive him, he just got here.]

[deferences]

I'm not too worried about it, Jingyi. They all seem distracted with their party.

[whenever jingyi turns toward him, sizhui needn't even look up to know his expression is not a pleased one. the words following aren't reassuring either, but he exhales a slow, measured sigh then:]

No, [comes the soft murmur.] we cannot. I'm sorry.

[gusumouthcannon]

You are not the one who should be sorry.

[And oh, that is a disgruntled tone. Though he relents after a moment.]

Fine. Fine. I am staying with you, just so you know. I do not want my own dusty cabin. Is that okay? That I stay with you? If there are ghosts here I especially do not want to be too far away. What would you do if I were!

[deferences]

I know, but it's still an unfortunate situation we're in and I'm sorry you're stuck here, too.

[it's a terrible state of affairs... but perhaps it needn't be the absolute worst?]

Of course it's okay, Jingyi. To be honest, if I were you, I'd be doing the exact same thing. Finding someone I recognize and sticking as close to them as possible because there's strength in numbers. [that, and sizhui's thrilled; his adoptive father, uncle and best friend(?) are here.]