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lake party invite + mingle (open)

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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[It's been a few days after his rescue from the too tall tree and he's mostly stuck close to the organizer of this wonderful party. While he's had a little wander on his own, it's easier, and safer, to stick to what he knows. He knows the Klaus saved him and that two people are better than one if something bad happens.

Now there's definitely more than two people and he'd probably be mingling more if he wasn't absolutely melting in his robes. It's hot as hell and these are thick, but he's tried to not give in and be indecent. If anything his trusty paper fan never leaves his hand, going as fast he can manage without dislocating his wrists.

Don't mind him having a look at the table of food and drinks. Perhaps that's what he needs. A drink! That'll help cool him down. There's an odd assortment of cups near the drinks and he'll grab one without really looking at it. Then it's grabbing the first bottle that catches his eye, it's bright blue and has words on it, but the words aren't that important. More so cause they don't really mean anything to him. What's a vodka? Pouring some Huaisang almost wonders if he's just found water, but then as he brings it closer to his face. Oof. That's. That's not water. Fan folded up and set beside him, he'll take a cautious sip and makes the face of someone pretty sure he's not enjoying this at all.]

Augh, what is that?!

[Vodka, sweetie.]

( you bet this motherfucker is in and out of the water for most of the party. he's stripped down to his bottom-most layers (a plain red undershirt with long sleeves rolled up, a pair of thin deep-grey trousers rolled up similarly) and can be found:

( a ) surveying the early party-attendees for a moment as if weighing something in his head. then, cupping hands around his mouth, he calls, ) A quick question! Who here is the cock-licker? ( little does he realize how immensely nonspecific this might actually be.

( b ) in the water, quite possibly participating in some sort of balloon or beach ball nonsense. if he happens to see someone heading into range, he'll most certainly call out a - ) Hey! ( and bat it in their general direction. guess they're playing now, huh?

( c ) dripping wet and raiding the alcohol. maybe he bumps into you by mistake! maybe he knows you - if he does, expect a horrible wet arm draped over your shoulder like the shithead he is. alternatively, maybe this is his third or fourth trip (he's fine, this much booze is an average weekday) and he's scoping out the options he hasn't tried, turning to whoever stands next to him to ask, ) What am I drinking next? ( but before they open their mouth, he holds up a finger to add, ) And don't tell me if it's delicious or awful. I like a surprise.

( or ( d ) on a branch of the dock, lying on his back, a different bottle of fruity alcohol in each hand. a foot hangs over the edge, kicking idly at the water. his eyes watch the sky, not particularly seeing it. if he hears someone coming, he lifts his chin to peer at them upside-down, then flashes a greeting grin regardless of whether or not he knows them. one of the drinks is offered up, because - ) Have you tried these? They're like candy.

Edited 2020-07-10 08:36 (UTC)

❰ this whole party is...certainly different from what she's used to, and yanli was feeling trepidation about attending after seeing who exactly sent the invite -- she's somewhat figured out the basic mechanics of this 'network' people are mentioning. but these things are about par for the course as of late, and it's definitely wise to stick to those she knows. she'd rather be somewhat attached to wei wuxian and jiang cheng right now when everything seems so murky, and that's exactly what she's doing, albeit splitting time between them. for whatever reason, getting them together without tension is impossible at the moment.

she's been told that the two strange containers she's holding contain liquid, and she can hear it slosh as she moves...but opening them is something of a puzzle, so she'd like to confirm how to unlock the alcohol from wei wuxian. he'll probably have figured it out by now for a variety of reasons. ❱

Then here's one for you, A-Xian. ❰ a can is offered to him, one kept in her other hand...if everyone is imbibing, a few sips wouldn't hurt. ❱ Or have you already bested this kind?

[ Green got the invitation for the party on his phone-- though he's not quite sure what sort of party it'll be, considering the username of the one sending out the invitation-- but he's decided to come see what the fuss is all about. He doesn't eat or drink, so the food and alcohol tables largely get ignored. He doesn't swim, either, so mostly what he's done is sat himself in a chair by the edge of the lake, and take off his shoes and socks so as to not get them wet, tucking them under his chair and sitting with his feet in the water. He can't feel it, of course, but it seems like a nice thing to do.

He'll look up and smile if anyone comes to sit by him, feeling in the mood to make some new friends. ]

Hullo. It's a nice day, isn't it? [ He knows, logically, that the day isn't all that "nice," being entirely too hot and given the fact that they are all trapped in a mystery forest that likely wants to kill them or something else spectacularly awful, but... he can dream. ]

▶ 𝕠𝕟𝕖

❰ yanli suddenly both does and doesn't understand why wei wuxian likes to drink so much. she's downed a four loko, thin and inexperienced frame feeling the effects immediately.

and thus, yanli is very obvious in this crowd. she hasn't shed her robes from home, and she's laughing into her hands on occasion, wiping tears from her eyes at whatever funny thing she's come up with in her head. her relationships with gravity are standing up straight are also tenuous at the moment, as she wavers and stumbles about. it's very likely that she's fallen onto you, back or front -- but she's not lost her politeness, no matter how drunk she may be. ❱

I'm sorry! ❰ an effort is made to stand up, but that...isn't going very well, oops. ❱

Edited 2020-07-11 21:04 (UTC)

[ Wen Ning has never been invited to a party in his entire life. Even the parties with general "everyone can come" invitations never included him. If they were being thrown by the other sects, the Wen clan wasn't invited. If they were being thrown by the Wen clan, he specifically wasn't invited.

So even though he's worried about being trapped in the woods, he's excited to be invited to his first ever party. He's fashionably late, but only because the invitation hadn't specified where the party was happening or when it was starting, so it took him some time to find the gathering of people. By the time he gets there, he stumbles straight into a Jiang Yanli who's in the process of falling down. He quickly reaches out to catch her before she can take a real spill. ]

Jin-furen! [ Oh no, she's... really unsteady on her feet, isn't she? ]

Let's... get you to a chair, hm?

text response to invitation

You clutter our phones with this garbage?

at the party

[ Jiang Cheng does not want to be at this nonsense waste of his time of a beach party, thank you very much. Yet here he is, since he needs to inform Klaus in person of his idiocy. And while he is here, he is going to take some of that alcohol for his own use.

Thus, no surprise, his first stop is the alcohol collection, which has already grown to respectable size by that time. He opens a couple of bottles and sniffs at them, wrinkling his nose and scoffing in distaste when a smell fails to find his approval. He will be busy for quite a while there, picking his choice of poison is important business when you know barely any of the drinks on offer.

After the alcohol choice is made and Klaus has been tracked down for the intended hollering, he can be found wandering around a little here and there, distinctly standing out as the resident stick in the mud in his full purple robes.

He’s going to get right to the edge of the water where people are splashing and having fun, blissfully unaware that this might be a perfect to get him wet, or even yank him into the water. Why, he might even have fun there. Perish the thought. ]

[ Wen Ning is standing by the drinks table, excited to have been invited to a party and wondering what drink might be good to try as his first. He picks a bottle that looks nice and reaches for it-- at the exact same moment as a purple sleeved hand also reaches for it.

Wen Ning freezes, retracting his hand as if it had been burnt. ]

A-ah. Sect Leader Jiang. Y-you... You go ahead.

[ He can't help but think of a half remembered dream, backing up slightly and wincing at the phantom pain in the center of his chest. ]

( the problem, when enfys arrives at the lakeside, surveying the assembled with friendly interest, is that several things are competing to be the most noticeable thing about her.

there is, for instance, the fact she isn't wearing any pants. or, in uk parlance, she isn't wearing anything except pants: boy-leg cut, emblazoned with a vintage batman design in yellow and purple. there is the tshirt she's tied at her waist, plain dark-grey from the front and sporting the slogan GET OFF MY DICK across the back, partially readable where the knot in the front hasn't pulled it too taut and folded. there's the scarring, visible from her abdomen and disappearing up underneath the knot of her tshirt, which looks nasty and extensive and suspiciously like claw-marks where it isn't clearly surgical. there is the ponytail, french-braided from the nape of her neck and pulled high and tight and somehow still falling to her waist, thick and nearly black; from behind, were she wearing literally anything else, she'd fit right in with several current party-goers. there's the height, a respectable 5'10" in currently bare feet, making her difficult to miss. there's the fact she's definitely not wearing a bra and gravity has apparently been paid not to notice.

and then, of course, there's the axe. )

Oi, oi! ( she sticks the fingers of her free hand in her mouth and whistles— ) Am I drinking this fucking beer by myself?

( a lochaber axe is really more of a polearm; the sturdy shaft is six feet long, with a sharp spike balancing the crescent axe-blade of a foot and a half at the top of the weapon. there's a wicked-looking hook at the back of it,

from which is dangling a six pack. )

arriving late;

[ His dad told him that sometimes he'd talk to his dead wife as a means of mourning. It sounds like a good way to make yourself crazy, to Luke, who still finds himself arriving at the party in part because he thinks that his dead sister would want him to. And she would point out something like it's probably a good idea to make sure anyone knows you exist besides that one lady and her dog, and someone on the forum who only knows you as 'bad.at.drawing'.

But he probably needs to cut that out.

Later. Because for right now, he happens to agree, so while the party is already in a state of swing, Luke arrives. He is dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers, and has brought his contribution to the party in the form of a loaf of sliced bread he'd defrosted last night, and a jar of peanut butter, and a jar of pickles.

He sets these down, maybe mutters a 'hey' or 'how you doing' to whoever glances his way, and keeps his head down. The alcohol is all expected and he doesn't so much as glance at is, picking up an off-brand bottle of soda and squinting at the label. ]

people watching;

[ Luke finds the furthest most chair along the waterfront, sits there, and nurses his soda.

And observes. He is perfectly content to do this, watching groups form and unform and reform. He notes, a little, who is drinking a lot and who is not, as a matter of habit. He does not try to flag the attention of anyone having a good time, but he might nod in a sympathetic manner if he sees someone a little like himself, off to the side.

Eventually, he watches the lake, and feels the sun off the back of his neck. ]

leaving early;

[ Eventually, it becomes enough sun, enough noise, enough people. Luke matter of factly plucks up a few of the untouched food items on the table, the kind no one's really going to crack into at a party, bundles them under his arm, and starts heading away for the forest. ]

[ Enfys had Luke's attention even before she whistled. She fetches it easily, with the Batman butt logo and the high ponytail and the giant medieval weapon slung against her shoulder that he doesn't even know what that's called.

He tunes out when she hollers, tunes into something else.

But at some point there's a break in the chaos, and they're next to each other. She is holding her beer and he is holding his second cola for the day, and he thinks maybe he should ask her what her name is, but maybe he is out of practice because he says instead; ]

How's not drinking your beer by yourself?

[ It's not without lowkey humour, but it's not snide either. He doesn't know what she's about. He just noticed she's barely touched her drink, because he would. ]

[Simon came to see if by any chance anyone he knew would show up. The whole idea of a party considering their situation seemed foolish and normally he'd want to just hide away. Not the best option here since they didn't entirely know what they were up against. The pamphlet gave them information, but it seemed to be by those responsible for their predicament, so why trust them?

He's not as fancy as other newer models of CyberLife androids, but he can still scan things and collect data around him. So he uses it to quickly look through the people gathered. Most are human, some have cybernetics, but then something catches his attention. Simon walks over to the lake and stops a little behind someone with their feet in the water.

It's strange... they're not human, but they're not made by CyberLife either, that much he can tell. Moving to sit beside him, Simon sits cross legged and tilts his head to look at the other android.]

Hello. It is, yes.

[There's some odd sense of relief knowing that he's not completely alone here.]

What's your name? I'm Simon.

❰ there's a vague recognition within her, realizing who wen ning is after a few moments of nodding and blinking. of course she knows him, and will be forever indebted to the wen siblings for what they did for her family...but this person is so different looking from that fresh-faced young man. ❱

Wen-gongzi, are you feeling well? ❰ before they move, a hand goes up to feel his cheek, checking for a fever or pallidness. it's hard to discern these things when her own temperature is up in the air at the moment; all she feels is a vague sense of 'hot'.

her hand doesn't move as yanli's brain catches up with what exactly was said to her. she laughs in spite of herself, finding it somehow funny that two people in the same day made such a silly mistake. ❱ You remember me, don't know? Jiang Yanli...A-Xian's big sister! Jiang shijie, not Jin shijie.

[ Jiang Cheng experiences a similar flashback, fuzzy and dream-like, of Sandu sinking deep into the man's chest and the lack of satisfaction it had brought him. He has been having many such dreams ever since Wen Ning's actions kicked off the destruction of his family.

He jerks back, face already twisting into a snarl, his hand coming to rest on Sandu's hilt. ]

What are you doing here, Ghost General?!

[ Is that...? Yes, that's Nie Huaisang by the alcohol! Jiang Cheng immediately hurries over. ]

Is that another disgusting one?

[ Jiang Cheng walks up to him, grinning a little as he reaches past Huaisang to snatch the bottle from his hands and take a sip of his own. He makes a face and shudders, maybe more show than genuine disgust as it is disgusting, yes, but not anywhere near bad enough for such a display. He's had his fair share of swill before.

Then he elbows Huaisang roughly, yet still with a friendly expression on his face. ]

When I couldn't find you again, I thought the ballerinas had gotten you in the end!

garbage? wow, okay, sounds like somebody's a square

No. But I have better things to do!

(tentatively) showing up;

[after receiving the invitation, sizhui's initial reaction is to ignore it, but the temptation of food, drinks and maybe something to do that isn't wandering the perimeter along the honeycomb barrier or pacing the cabin would be good. gets him outside in the fresh air and is technically an excuse to see what might lurk within the lake (because he doesn't buy that it's safe! ridiculousness).

so, following a quick raid of the refrigerator – which is still an utterly foreign yet fascinating concept to him – he arrives with both arms full (and in all his lan clan garb), sword strapped against his back for easier mobility. tubes of potato crisps, various fruits, lunchmeat and bread are what he brings to the snack table, setting each one up as neat as possible before he decides he'll get a quick scope on some people already there.

meaning he very well could be caught looking a little too long, whether it's something someone's doing or an odd t-shirt they're wearing with whatever written across it. either way, the moment sizhui realizes he's been caught, he offers a quiet,] Sorry, [then sheepishly inclines his head with shame before straightening back up.] I— I didn't mean to stare.

refreshments;

[aside from what he brought, sizhui helps himself to some of the other things on the table; a prepackaged thing of snackcakes, other-flavored potato crisps, and eventually a sandwich someone else has made. (ingenious, putting the bread and meat together!) the one object he's got his hands on at the moment is proving rather difficult to open. will you help or simply watch him struggle?

because in the end, if he can't figure the tab out, you can bet he's found a way to stab the mouthpiece open and is now cautiously considering the bizarre, bubbling drink in his hands. it smells funny, almost... alcoholic? though he can't get past the fizz tickling his nose long enough to contemplate that further, he takes a drink from the can anyhow—

holds the bubbly liquid on his tongue, wrinkles his nose with bafflement then, albeit reluctantly, swallows.] That's... [different? weird? somewhat uncomfortably sharp going down?] ...interesting.

[watch him take another sip though since he is truly intrigued by the carbonation.]

near the water;

[most of sizhui's examining the lake is from the safety of the dock. he's accepted the fact it's far too hot for all his layers and has peeled off his first one, leaving him in simple white robes with the sleeves bound tight. those might end up being the next thing to go, but until then, they're staying because he isn't keen on losing more clothes than he has to.

after ultimately deciding the water is safe enough, he won't get in right away, although he does remove his boots and stick his toes out, tracing across the lake's surface. there may even be a chance to catch him hanging off by his elbows, feet kicking thoughtlessly, but not wildly.

go ahead, give him a nudge.]

[ Sizhui is right to be wary of the lake. Wen Ning is wary, too. That's why he's standing a fair distance away from the water, peering out at its depths.

Sizhui is also right to stare. Deciding that it was much too hot to be wearing heavy black robes, Wen Ning has shed down to his under layers, and pulled on a shirt he found at the gas station. After a moment, he notices Sizhui's gaze, and waves him over. ]

[ || A. Arrival

[ Without any indication of when the party is, Naminé has quite a lot of opportunity to waffle about whether or not being a geometric shape is preferable to the alternative of accepting a thoroughly vague invitation from an unknown source. Really, though, what else is she supposed to do? It might serve to help her take stock of who is and isn't trapped in here along with her, if nothing else.

But never having been to a party before, she's not entirely prepared for it. She's not even really prepared for how many people are there the first time she spots it forming, somewhat by accident and from a great enough distance that she only feels a little awkward about stopping to look before she leaps. Paused in the shadow of a tree, she's likely quite visible where she is, what with the paleness of her clothing and hair against the darker trunk.

Clearly there's nothing to worry about here. Just some lonesome figure in the distance in a suspiciously ghost-like white dress creeping on the festivities in an enclosed murderbox that's already expressed vague supernatural threats. ]

[ || B. Arrival (Take Two)

[ But fortunately a bit of reconnaissance informs her that people are - apparently - bringing food. She does a little backtracking, picks up a small box of ice cream bars (and a bag of chips as an afterthought), and with these in hand does her best not to draw attention to herself as she shuffles in to put them down with the rest of the offerings.

And after that she's... there. That's about the most that can be said of her while she hangs uncertainly around the periphery of the party, lurking like she's not entirely sure she was actually invited. Maybe it's got to do with how many people there are. That is to say, not many by the standards of just about anyone who's lived in a populated world with regular social events, but for her - it's probably the largest number of humans (or humanoids) she's been in the physical presence of at one time in her entire life. Cut her some slack, it's a little overwhelming.

Still, she looks awfully lonely over there, tucked against a tree or curled up on the edge of the dock. (She stays too far back from the water to actually put her feet into it; they said the lake was safe, but...) ]

[ || C. Refreshments

[ Nobody or not, Naminé remains a teenager who needs sustenance every now and again. So although she's somewhat reluctant to venture closer to the snacks with strangers about, eventually she braves the harrowing trek (of a few steps) to explore the options. Most of it is either foreign to her or unappealing, but eventually something catches her eye. When she goes to reach for it, though -- well, it's not even that someone else is reaching for the same thing so much as she notices that someone else is there. She pauses mid-grab, hand pulling back a little too quickly to look nonchalant, as if she's half-expecting to be scolded.

There's no verbal apology, but those sure are some guilty eyes she's giving whoever it is that's shown up, despite them likely having done nothing to offend. ]

[ || D. Wildcard

[ Choose your own adventure. ]

[it's when luke makes his pit-stop at the table to collect some of the less favored food items that klaus notices, keeps an eye on him for as long as until he starts heading toward the woods. that's the moment he tips back what's left of his drink, abandons the cup on the rocks beside the lawn chair he'd procured earlier and goes after the guy.

he tries to keep it casual, which isn't difficult, given the fact he's quite sociable (and definitely buzzed).] Hey, [he greets cheerily, reaching a hand out in an attempt to catch luke's shoulder before he gets too far,] where are you headed off to?

Hopefully not into the woods by yourself because that seems like a terrible idea!

[huh, he almost thought none of the people he's met who are wearing those fancy robes would've ever stripped down the way wei wuxian has. sure, he's still more covered than klaus, who's sporting some swimming shorts with a wild pattern on them and no shirt whatsoever, but he has to imagine the other guy almost feels half-naked without all those layers.

one arm tucked underneath his chest, hand holding the opposite elbow, he arches an eyebrow as wei wuxian lifts his hands, cups them around his face and— oh. well, alrighty then, that wasn't at all expected and he ends up laughing into his drink, sputtering momentarily, though after he regains his composure enough:] Are you looking for the cock-licker or a cock-licker? Because there might be more than one in that last case.

[and also the first one, but klaus has a pretty good idea what wei wuxian is asking about; it's likely the username that was sent alongside the ridiculous invitation to this party.]

[It's no other, but Nie Huaisang! He's joined by Jiang Cheng who looks far too pleased right now. Is it due to his suffering? It must be.]

Another one? Are they all bad?

[There's got to be something good here. Please gods. He is not going to suffer this place without good alcohol. Rubbing at where he's elbowed, Huaisang makes a face, frowning some.]

I woke up in a tree... wasn't even sure if any of that happened.

[He looks shocked then, turning to give Jiang Cheng a little shove.]

Wait did you leave me to be eaten by those demon girls?!

[holy shit, klaus shouldn't have laughed at that username so hard but he did.]

what like wandering around the forest?

( truuuuuth be told, he himself struggled with that very mystery for a bit before opting to stick with bottled drinks, but now his shijie is offering him one of the metal jugs so he can't back down now. he lifts it to eye level to peer at the label. four loko, hmm? ) Four drinks in one, my wonderful Shijie is as efficient as she is pretty.

( and it's time to size up the lid again. a stealthy glance at hers says she hasn't figured it out either, soooo it's time to just... give it a shot. he presses at the outlined part with his thumb in case it just pushes right in, but nope, no luck, so he opts to wedge a fingernail under the tab in case it will pull away.

this, through sheer dumb luck, lifts the tab enough to push the outlined bit open a crack - and aha now he's figured it out. with utmost confidence, he leverages the tab to push it open the rest of the way. ) Do you want me to get yours? ( it was a bit of a pain, after all. )

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