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EVENT LOG: WAY DOWN WE GO

AUGUST 14TH - 24TH

 ►  THE BASICS

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This log is a general dump for all log threads pertaining to August's Way Down We Go event - and in lieu of the lack of catch-all for August, you can feel free to do non-event log threads here as well! Go ahead and utilize vestigenet for any event-related network posts you'd like to make.
The main chunk of the event takes place between the IC dates August 17th (reveal of the hatch) and August 22nd (the latest the spelunkers can be freed before they drown). No rush leaping on this event post, since I know most folks are honestly still plotting about it.
All event information can be found on the July Event Infopost!
Please take special care in this event to label your top-levels with identifying information such as the IC date, any prompts specifically pertaining to event roles (spelunker, rescue efforts, etc), and/or 'non-event' for any non-event prompts you may include. Just trying to keep things organized!
I'm going to help solidify the plotting efforts over the next few days to help make sure everyone's on the same page, but none of it will be set in stone just in case latecomers want in too. If you want in, chime in on the spelunkers, rescue efforts, or support roles top-levels as applicable!
Any questions can be directed to this top-level or, for a quicker response, to Trace on discord/plurk.

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[and sizhui closes his eyes rather than roll them anymore, lips pressed tight because gods, give him strength—] Here, [comes through a soft huff then he twists, reaches into his pocket to extract a long roll of gauze. after that's set aside somewhere clean and dry, he slides his sword off his back, undoes the makeshift cloth strap.

while holding it with both hands, his expression somehow holds firm as he presents the fabric, eyes daring jiang cheng to say ‘no.’]

Bite down on this.

[ Praying for patience might indeed be necessary to get through dealing with a Jiang Cheng even more irritable than usual, but he's not having any fun with this either.

Being presented with the gauze, he shoots Sizhui a particularly venomous look but then opens his mouth anyway for it to be shoved between his teeth... even if he may snap them shut a little bit too fast, and accidentally on purpose be trying to catch a finger.

What? He is in pain. He's allowed to be petty. ]

[...alright, fine, if a sect leader's allowed to be petty like this then sizhui has every right to be just as obnoxious right back. (his leg is broken, nothing about it is supposed to be fun!)

initially, he's kind about guiding the makeshift silencer into jiang cheng's mouth – gentle, even! – the moment one of his fingers almost gets caught in the process, however, that's when the gloves are immediately off.] Jiang Wanyin, you—! [sizhui's aware he should have better control over himself and he's usually well-behaved, but sometimes, one just does things without stopping to consider the consequences.

meaning that after he's given his hand a once-over, made absolute certain he hasn't lost any digits, the same one lifts and he flicks jiang cheng in the forehead; not cruelly, just enough to be felt alongside his stern warning,] Stop being so stubborn.

[ ...and Jiang Cheng just gapes and gapes some more as if Lan Sizhui had grown a second. Oh yeah, he also makes ~~dying whale noises~~ strangled little noises at the back of his throat as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he now exists in a reality in which he got his forehead flicked! By a junior!

And then he opens and closes his mouth a few more times, still unable to form proper words until finally... ]

But you are a Lan! [ comes the indignant yelp. Which, in his book, explains everything, mostly how he has just been tragically wronged. By a terrible Lan. ] Aren't you all supposed to be boring and without a personality?

[ah! the longer jiang cheng gapes, the more sizhui's expression falters, to the point he looks panicked almost; he hadn't really thought that through, had he? boy, jiang cheng must be pretty upset to have been rendered speechless by such a gesture!

he watches intently, steeling himself for whatever's headed his way, which isn't nearly as bad as he'd expected once sandu shengshou finally does speak.]

I'm... [but sizhui trails off, glances down at where he'd dropped his hands to wring them after realizing what he'd done. seriously, ‘boring and without a personality?’ he snorts, instantly reaches up and covers the smile spreading across his face until he can get it under control. afterward, the hand gets lowered again then his focus is back on jiang cheng's leg, although he has a decent distraction now while he works.] I'm sorry, but have you met— [whoops, that's gonna smart!] —Lan Jingyi? He has enough personality for the entire Lan clan!

[ Well. Alright. He's got him there, Lan Jingyi is really a very strong argument for Lan not being uniformly boring and bland. He scowls quite a bit more than before even now - knowing, even as he scowls, that this is as much as admitting to Lan Sizhui that he has a point. Only, just because he has a point doesn't mean Jiang Cheng has to admit to it. ]

Of course I've met him, but that says nothing! There's always one odd exception in every clan! [ Such as himself in the Jiang, he thinks bitterly. Shoving that aside, he sniffs haughtily, or as haughtily as you can sniff while you're still laying in a caved-in tunnel with a broken leg, anyway. ] I'd need to meet more Lan like him to believe you.

[it's convenient lan sizhui needn't move too far to collect a couple bits of nearby wood, both of which are just barely the length he needs. since jiang cheng seems alright enough to continue running his mouth, he collects the fallen fabric, uses it and the gauze he'd taken out earlier, wraps all the way up jiang cheng's leg, secures the finality of the splint into a knot beside his knee.] Well, [he sighs, brushing his hands off then withdrawing,] you'll have a hard time finding another Lan like Jingyi.

So, I suppose you've got me there. [his lips quirk then sizhui momentarily goes for his backpack that'd been set aside, yanks it over by a handle and opens the top uppermost zipper.] How is your pain level? Here, [and he holds out a small plastic package of cotton tissues so jiang cheng can take one for his sniffing.]

[ He snatches the tissue from his hands but just crumbles it in his fist, scowling at nothing in particular now.

The splint helps a little with the pain and it certainly helps him feel less vulnerable, though in truth he is no more capable of standing up and making himself useful than before. ]

My pain level is bearable [ he grinds out. It is, actually, Lan Sizhui has done a good job, the boy has talent as a battlefield medic - not that he has any intention to tell him so. ] You don't need to concern yourself any further with me. I can meditate and work on healing myself now.

[okay, well, he tried. not his fault if jiang cheng doesn't want the tissue for his issue.

and if the man attempts to stand up by himself, there is a very likely chance that sizhui will scold him despite the already remaining tension. the only motions he should be making are necessary ones and getting up right now doesn't qualify.]

Alright, [he concedes, knowing full-well there's no reason for him to continue asking. (though if he were to ever find out jiang cheng thinks his medical skills are good, he'd be downright flattered.) after replacing things in his bag and zippering it back up, it gets slung over his shoulder then sizhui moves to stand.] I'll be nearby if you need anything else. Please, don't... don't try to move too much by yourself? I'd hate for your injuries to get worse.

[ Jiang Cheng gives him another long, scrutinizing look which can even be called approving if you squint, maybe. Then he sighs and nods. There's nothing to it, really. ]

Very well. I'm going to be careful. I won't ruin your hard work.

[ And he just goes back to frowning at the tissue and his own hands, trying to feed spiritual energy into the injury so it will heal that little bit faster - trying to ignore the bubbling frustration at being trapped and useless in finding an escape. ]

[thank the stars, sizhui doesn't even need to squint; he's able to halfway read lan wangji, after all, so that has to count for something!]

Thank you, Jiang-zongzhu. As soon as we're able to get out, I'll come back to help you again.

[until then, he'll take his leave before he ends up ruining the tentative sort of alliance they've made at this point. he does briefly dip his head in a slight bow before straightening and heading back toward the hatch where they'd initially gotten inside to consider another possible way out.]

(event) WAY DOWN WE GO

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