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camping shenanigans mingle log; open
WHO: the Lan-Wuxian-Jiang-Meng family + you!
WHAT: camping shenanigans mingle log! Join the family camp for food, conversation, etc
WHEN: spanning throughout the event in the forest
WHERE: the family camp + surrounding area
NOTES: none right now, will update as needed
WHAT: camping shenanigans mingle log! Join the family camp for food, conversation, etc
WHEN: spanning throughout the event in the forest
WHERE: the family camp + surrounding area
NOTES: none right now, will update as needed
Night hunts are practically routine where Lan Xichen's from, at least for cultivators, and exploring an unfamiliar forest with relatively unknown dangers doesn't seem any different just because it's in another world. There certainly seems to be something of a sense of ease as they travel, and then as they set up camp.
During the day, there's a flurry of activity as the camp's occupants drift in and out, setting up or taking down tents, making weapons or food, going off to collect firewood or go hunting or fishing, patrol the area or anything else that needs doing.
In the evening there's a roaring fire to ward off the chill, the scent of cooking food and the sound of conversation.
Someone - quite likely Lan Xichen himself - will invite anyone who happens nearby to come sit down, warm themselves by the fire and have something to eat.
At night, there's likely always someone up on watch who might need company, or who might come to investigate someone nearby.
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midsummer Harvest
Wanna go on a night hunt?
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it's five am which means...
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FIVE AM
He ends with a short meditation, and he's just finishing up when Wangji returns to the camp. Lan Xichen stands, moving over to greet him with a smile. ]
Good morning. Did you sleep well?
[ There is the smallest hint of a raise to one of his eyebrows. He hasn't drawn attention to the fact that early on in their trip he had discreetly moved his tent a little further away from Wangji and Wei Wuxian's, but - well.
He had to move his tent, didi.]
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Maybe a little more than several feet.
He tightens up his shirt and looks away, tips of his ears turning red. ]
I-- hm. We will be more discreet. My apologies.
[ Lan Wangji, who hadn't moved his tent, would possibly have noticed if his brother was having the same sort of situation, which he was not, which prompts him to ask: ]
How is Meng Yao?
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You are happy. There's no shame in expressing that. I will be glad to welcome him to our family.
[ He assumes they will want to wait until they are back home to make anything official, but as far as he's concerned, this is as official as he needs to consider Wei Wuxian family.
His smile slips a little when Wangji asks about Meng Yao, and he spends a moment focusing on his breath to quiet the complicated tangle of his emotions before they reach Meng Yao himself. ]
Overwhelmed. It is difficult to give him the space he deserves to process everything, at the moment.
[ Both physically and emotionally. Being told of the events that may be his future doesn't mean that he was at all prepared for the depths of Lan Xichen's feelings about them. ]
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Five am - after Mad March encounter
It wasn't precisely five am when he woke up, a little after. Staying up all night to patrol to keep the others safe can take a toll on his sleep. His morning habits is similar. Wake up, go wash, meditate until a trickle of the morning light rose.
When he returns to the camp, he greeted his other self and the brother too with a nod. Acknowledging. Silent at first, and then usually quiet, he spoke]
Good morning.
[As he helps himself to the tea and eat what's available for breakfast]
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Wangji.
[ A statement, but there's an unspoken question there too, from addressing him directly instead of merely returning his greeting. Is something the matter? ]
Good morning.
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Mn. A lot has happened this week. [Not to mention since they last met, as the both of them had been busy, so they had much catching up to do]
Mad March. Did he seek audience with you?
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[Wei Wuxian has regained his spirit attraction ability and so one of the first things he does is find a quiet place to put it to the test. Not wanting to get scolded about using it and well aware of the risks of potentially encountering a dangerous spirit..he opts for doing it anyway.
It's hard to go too far given the tug of needing to be with his buddy, but he does his best to put a little distance between them and finds a place where he can hide. Mostly he wants to make sure if he does encounter something that he doesn't get it too close to the camp. He doesn't want anyone else getting hurt if things go wrong.
He removes his upper robes, revealing his bare chest and sits down with his back against a tree. He removes the little switchblade from his pants pocket, wincing as he cuts his finger just enough for it to bleed. He then proceeds to draw out the talisman on his own body.
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he activates the ability, body tense and waiting to see what might come his way.]
Ye Ol' War Stories
[With Spirit attraction being successful, Wei Wuxian now has a happy talkative army of White Knights ready to tell their tales to anyone who will listen. He was so excited about his new spirit friends that he brought them all down to the campsite to show everyone. And then they agreed to stay and almost act like a boisterous guard to them all.
So now they are all seated around the campfire, telling tales of their successes and their failures. They are fairly upbeat..considering they are spirits.]
Give me Wings and Set me Free
[Quite pleased that he has the ability to shapeshift again, and even more pleased that he gets to put it to use outside, Wei Wuxian decides to put all of Aziraphale's lessons to good use. He can't stray very far from the campsite because of the bonding but he is okay with that so he just picks a spot behind one of the tents. He just hopes the bonding doesn't put a damper on what he is about to do. No wings on him at the moment, he has decided to go full on bird for this test. He really really wants to try and get the clothing part of this right for once though...but that might be asking too much.
He's going to give it a try though and so after a couple deep breaths, he thinks about being a bird and...suddenly he can't see.]
Every time...[He grumbles a little as his now very bird body hops out from under his robes. He flaps those wings a couple times in irritation. He'll just have to hope no one comes to collect this things while he is in the air.]
give me wings
Ah, right. The flying.
He goes over and helps Wei Ying gently untangle his feet from his collar. ]
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I still can't figure out how to make the clothes change, Lan Zhan...
[It's clearly not meant to be, but he is still going to whine about it.]
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War Stories
March knows they've all seen him. He's made sure of that. But he didn't come here just to fuck around playing hide and seek.
He listens, first — approaches when there's a lull in the storytelling. Maybe the others listening have gone, maybe they haven't. It's all the same to him.
One minute there's nothing there, the next he steps out of the shadows, leans against a tree nearby the campfire.]
Inspiring. [There's a robotic edge to his voice, as if it's being relayed through a vocoder. Somehow, his New Jersey accent still makes it through.] Tell me more.
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He jumps to his feet, fists clenched at his sides. He isn't going to just let this rabbit hop away this time.]
You...Who the hell are you?
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FIREWOOD
NIGHTWATCH
Fishing
Just observe? I've done quite a bit of fishing, I can help if you need it.
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I remember. In my world, you would try your luck in the streams at Cloud Recesses.
[ And in Yunmeng, too, he imagines, remembering how Wei Wuxian and his brother had attempted to persuade him to allow them to assist in facing the water ghosts so long ago, but he's aware that Lotus Pier is a difficult subject. He will not be the one to bring it up. ]
Do you use your hands as well?
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Nightwatch
He clears his throat, announcing his presence, so hopefully he won't take a spear to the face, then waves a friendly hand.]
Ah... just wanted to say... hello? Thought you might like a little company.
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While I would very much appreciate your company, I admit I am a little surprised you would want mine.
[ Considering the last time they'd spoken, Lan Xichen had all but yelled at him - as much as he ever truly yells, in any case - and brought up painful, conflicting memories.
And especially considering that he is aware that Wei Wuxian now knows at least some of what Jin Guangyao's actions truly were. Wangji had told him that Wei Wuxian had agreed not to take his revenge on Meng Yao, but withholding retribution from someone who has yet to actually commit any crimes is vastly different from wanting to associate with one who has already been complicit in them. ]
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nightwatch but different
it's just that they are wei wuxian and lan wangji, and he doesn't particularly care to know what they each sound like in the throes of passion.
convenient, then, that zewu jun takes night watch more often than not. meng yao can sit with him, away from the tents of the men having a far bettwer time in the forest than he, and simply enjoy the company of this man who likes him so well. it has been long enough that meng yao is accustomed to the idea now, and has ideas of how to use it — nothing devious, nothing on the scale of his transgressions in their home. but it would be stupid to have the affection of a man so devoted and not do something with them, even if that something is just to keep himself protected from the possible retaliations of his brothers. ❱
I hope we aren't out here long enough that you might have to do laundry, ❰ he comments idly from where he's sat nearby zewu jun. he looks at the sect leader out of the corner of his eye and lets his mouth corner turn up in the slightest hint of a smirk. zewu jun likes it when he is clever and impertinent; clever and impertinent he shall be. ❱
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That doesn't mean that he is not... cognizant of the fact that both of his brothers and their partners would not choose to spend time with Meng Yao of their own accord. That having Meng Yao here at all is a balance more delicate than riding a sword through a storm. He cannot forget it, even as he allows himself to be content with his brothers' happiness, to enjoy Meng Yao's presence.
He focuses on that contentness as much as possible. Content is a much better emotion for Meng Yao to feel than the sheer weight of his feelings for the other man. Although Lan Xichen has never explicitly said it, he knows that Meng Yao knows that Lan Xichen loves him. He knows, even, that he has likely discerned that he was in love with him, even beyond their sworn brotherhood.
He also knows that that knowledge would pale in comparison to the true depths of his grief, betrayal, and devotion. Lan Xichen himself hasn't even sorted them out; he will not allow himself to let them spill out onto Meng Yao.
So he stays restrained. He radiates serenity when he meditates, and does not try to stop the surges of fondness, the amusement, the contentment - even occasionally the melancholy, the loneliness, the frustration. Anything but the true intensity of emotion he possesses.
Now is it amusement that curls outward at Meng Yao's comment, soft and fond and pleased. ]
I have had many years to practice the finesse of my strength, though I suppose I will never live it down. [ He allows himself to be playful in return, his own smile curving up just a little. ] I do not mind being humbled before you.
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It's a taste he never thought he'd get to enjoy again. And for all the bad things about being stuck here, he can't be upset at the second chance to see his sister, hear her voice, and taste the soup she always made so lovingly for her family. It tastes like memories and better times and all the things that warm his heart. The mood around the campfire is pleasant and smiles come easy, and he pours himself another helping, long after everyone has finished.
He sits a little way off, trying to calm his heart and fluttering emotions, though he still wears a faint smile. Wei Wuxian stirs the bowl, not really eating it anymore, but content to sip occasionally, trying not to get emotional over a simple bowl of rib and lotus soup.
Arts and Crafts
Having even one bit of familiar power flowing through him has done wonders for his motivation. Wei Wuxian sits amid a small pile of paper cut-outs that are in the vague shape of a man, drawing tiny robes on one side and a bit of calligraphy on the back. One of the papermen is standing up all on its own, tidying the pile as Wei Wuxian makes more. As you approach, it crawls up onto Wei Wuxian's lap and waves up at you in a friendly greeting.
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He was quiet as everyone is eating around the campire. He glances at Wei Wuxian, when he was creating his paperman, he can't help but to smile back as the paperman waves and he waves back.
"Wei Ying, is the paperman you?"
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"Is it... oh- well, it has a bit of my spiritual energy in it, I suppose," he smiles.
"They're like the ones I used to send over to Lan Zhan's desk while he tried to work," he adds, just in case this Lan Zhan's experience isn't entirely the same. With a flick of his finger, the paperman in his lap takes a running jump toward Lan Zhan, floating toward the hem of his robe before trying to climb his way up to say hello.
"If I can still manage to do this when we go back to the hotel, I might be able to try that way though. I bet I could slip into some new places, hm?"
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closed to Jiang Yanli
"Jiang-guniang," he greets, with a bow. "I require some assistance."
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Instead, it's a member of the other duo: the Lan Wangji she's most familiar with.
"Of course, Lan-gongzi." She stands, bowing in return. "What did you need my help with?"
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And he would like to make it exactly as Jiang Yanli does, going forward, when one day they should return and -- he won't talk about that.
"Will you teach me?"
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