camping shenanigans mingle log; open

[equivocations]

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

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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[scaredofdogs]

[He shakes his head, never going to stop being amazed by him.]

I'm going to go get cleaned up!

[He turns to the soldiers.]

Stay here and don't follow. I don't need you to protect me during this part of the quest

[He doesn't need any spirits peaking on him while he is bathing.]

[billowing]

[ Lan Wangji supposes he'll keep the soldiers company. Or, more likely, they'll keep him company as he goes to skin and butcher the deer. He'll be on the other side of the river, and to keep the blood from getting on his clothes, he also has to... unclothe himself. A little.

But anyway, he'll probably be over here talking to the spirits still.

Well.

Talking is a strong word. He'll be listening to them ramble about their halcyon days. ]

[scaredofdogs]

[He heads into the water to start making himself look less like a mess. Leaving his top layers, that had somehow stayed wrapped around his waist that entire time, on the shore since they are mostly clean. He takes the soap and scrubs off the remains of the spell, getting himself nice and clean and then proceeding to the center of the river so that he can be in deeper water. it's still not terribly deep but enough so that he can dunk under it. He removes his ribbon so that his hair is loose, a rare sight as he dunks under the water to get it all wet.

The water is crisp but refreshing and despite the lack of heated water like in the pool, he prefers this and would rather be in the river then inside any day. Now that he is clean, he wades down stream to see how Lan Wangji's progress is with the deer. He knows exactly where he is since he can hear the soldiers.]

Are they doing a good job of keeping you company, Lan Zhan?

[billowing]

[ Lan Wangji swings his spear, and cuts off pieces of the deer into venison. ]

Mm. They have many stories to tell.

[ Almost none of which are relevant to their situation at hand, but perhaps could inform them of some of the politics and fighting styles that exist in this world.

Anyway, it's better than nothing. ]

Wei Ying, did you leave your clothes upstream?

[scaredofdogs]

I have my pants.

[What more does he really need? It's not like he was going to travel away from his clothing without them. He's not that much of a exhibitionist.]

The rest aren't that far away. I can collect them later.

[billowing]

Mm. Did you come to hear stories?

[ Because they're still going, and they Love Wei Wuxian. And they're so excited to have an audience that isn't Lan Wangji. ]

[scaredofdogs]

Do they even still recognize me?

[Hair down, no wings, no blood. He feels like a new person. But the soldiers clearly do as they cheer at his appearance. These guys are mildly embarrassing..]

I guess they do.

[He climbs out of the water to sit on a rock by Lan Wangji, facing the soldiers.]

Alright..continue guys.

[billowing]

[ The soldiers all start hooting and taking aside to rib these two for a moment, but Lan Wangji ignores them to continue butchering, and eventually they get back to the storytelling. ]

You have already told that one.

[ The one of them stops to think about this, and the other ones laugh and pat him on the back before they start up another one. ]

[scaredofdogs]

[He laughs as Lan Wangji stops the soldier from repeating his tale and settles in to enjoy the next one as he watches the other prepare the meat.]

You really are paying attention to their stories.

[He places his hands behind him on the rock and lounges as he listens.]

[billowing]

What reason do I have not to?

[ Are these the kinds of stories that Wei Ying wants Lan Wangji to tell him to go to sleep?

They try to get a rise out of Lan Wangji anyway, telling the stories. They appreciate Wei Ying's involvement, but obviously the bulk of them share a gremlin trait with him where they can't help but want to bother such a peerless nerd. ]

[scaredofdogs]

You guys should save some of your stories to share around the fire tonight. Keep your most exciting ones until then!

[At the offer of stories around a fire the soldiers get excited and start trying to discuss among themselves what the best ones to tell would be.]

Do you think anyone will mind a few extra at the camp? At least they won't eat any of the food.

[billowing]

No, I think they might like the stories.

[ Once he's done, he goes to the river to clean up his hands, and get re-dressed. ]

They could eat. There is enough deer.

[scaredofdogs]

[He hops to his feet and reaches up to put his hair back up, not wanting it to get it wet again when he goes to collect his clothing.]

It's too bad we don't have a whole lot of wine to share with them.

[billowing]

No, that would take awhile to ferment if we started now. We only have the tea.

[ Which was much more important okay not everyone drinks. ]

[scaredofdogs]

[But drunken soldiers tell the best tales! He wades back into the water.]

I'm going to collect my things. I'll meet you back at camp if you need help with dinner.

[billowing]

Mn.

[ He also collects all the meat pieces, and all the soldiers, so they can all go marching back together. ]

[scaredofdogs]

[He doesn't bother getting dressed since wet pants and dry upper levels would be an awkward feeling so he just heads back to comp with his clothes in his arms. Catching up with the others on the way.]

Do you need help carrying anything?

[billowing]

Mm, if you could. It's a lot.

[ For one person, mostly because it's very unwieldy. ]

[scaredofdogs]

[He wraps the robes around his waist again and reaches out to take some of the meat.]

Is this going to keep somehow? Or are we going to have to cook it all today?

[billowing]

It won't keep. We will have to cure most of it.

[ And make a lot of soup. Like. A lot. ]

You should eat well today.

[scaredofdogs]

I look forward to it! I will eat so much that I won't have to eat for two days!

[He is perfectly capable of practically eating his weight in food if he has to. He won't let Lan Wangji's hard work go to waste.]

[billowing]

[ Which means that Lan Wangji will try his hardest to make everything taste amazing. They'll have enough food to feed everyone at camp, the staff, and the spirit armies.

He gets started right away, boiling water, basically in a metal pot he'd had to cobble together himself because the one he was provided wasn't big enough.

But this one looks like a cauldron. ]

[scaredofdogs]

[He will help out with whatever Lan Wangji tells him to do. As well as keep the soldiers occupied so that they don't get too rowdy. Occasionally explaining to someone why their numbers in camp have doubled.]

[billowing]

[ As long as he busies himself with the lotus seeds, they should be alright.

In the meantime, Lan Wangji will slice the lotus roots. ]

How thickly does she cut them?

[scaredofdogs]

They are usually pretty thick. [He reaches over and indicates what is normally the thickness he sees in the soup.]

About like that.