angryhearts | January Open Post

January Open Post

WHO: Open to All

WHAT: Just a January Open Post, Lan Wangjis Birthday, Whatever you want

WHEN: Open to the Whole Month - New Years, Birthday, etc

WHERE: Anywhere in the hotel

NOTES: Warnings in threads. Just an open post to give us a little something to do i January

The New Year arrives and even if there is no way for them to really tell time, just keeping track of days and a few conversations with staff helps them pinpoint when it happens. Not that anyone can tell what the year is, but at least people can welcome the start of a new year in this place.

Care to celebrate the new year? Find a supply of noisemakers or hats in one of the shops and create your own new year traditions. Might as well celebrate the fact that the hotel hasn't tried to mess with anyone lately!

And with the new year also brings January birthdays! Lan Wangji (both of them) are born during this month and so a dining hall has been set up with streamers and decorations. As well as cakes and desserts for everyone to enjoy. A special (slightly boring) meal of fruits and vegetables has been laid out as the day's specialty.

Have another January birthday you want to celebrate? Have another reason to be out and exploring? Feel free to top level with your own ideas and let's have the characters enjoy their time together.

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It was quiet nowadays, but Lan Wangji figures out a way to pass time. He cares for the pets, read the books and novels from the library from other worlds. Although the snow is gone, it was still cold.

At the table, he thanked everyone for coming, and he insisted that everyone should enjoy themselves and help themselves to the cake. While the meal is vegetarian, there is a side of meat for the meat-eaters to eat with their meal.

He was nervous since it's his birthday, but the small party seem to proceed peacefully. "Thank you everyone for coming. Please, help yourself to the cake." He said, as he blows out the candles and help cut up the cake in neat slices, and hands them out by the plates.

Wei Wuxian sits quietly while Lan Wangji hands out the cake. he feels a little guilty because he is terribly unprepared for this day. The hotel has stopped giving them the things he requests and with giving out so many gifts already over the last few months he is at a loss for what to do for his husband.

But he tries to snap himself out of his worried daze as a piece gets set in front of him. He smiles up at Lan Wangji, "Thank you, Lan Zhan. And happy birthday again." He's probably said it about a thousand times at this point but one can never have enough times.

More than ever, he appreciates his husband, whether he is unprepared, this party isn't too bad. The last few months have been quiet, but it's the winter season and he thinks it tends to be quiet because of that. He cuts up the big cake entirely and there are many slices to hand out. He even hands out to the staff and prays they're not bitter against him and his husband anymore, and provides better customer service.

He heard it before and appreciates it, even if he repeats a thousand times. He can tell his husband works very hard, so he simply kisses him on the cheek and sat next to him.

"Let's eat this cake. Mm, this is chocolate." Which is rich and decadent when he dips his fork and eats it. "Let's eat as many slices as we can, this cake is delicious."

He starts to eat the cake and it definitely is very delicious. That is one thing the hotel does well at...cooking. The staff in the kitchen are very good at their jobs and Wei Wuxian is glad that he has been able to try so many different foods in this place.

"If you could have anything at all for your birthday, Lan Zhan, what would it be?"

perhaps it would be a wish that Wei Wuxian can grant and he won't have to feel so guilty about the lack of a real present.

The staff helps with the cake and providing the meals, but as far as decorations go, they're on their own, and the staff left them alone.

It's a wish he can't grant. "I think you know the answer. I want to take Wei Ying and the animals home with me, and go home peacefully." The hotel exhausted him. Maybe they extracted so many emotions along with his powers, he's not sure if he has any left to produce the teas, even though his powers returned.

He has many thoughts, but he thinks their deaths is an accident. He's even wary a monster will come to his birthday to attack them. So far, nothing happened. The gold scars felt tangible on his skin.

Looking at him as he helps himself to another second slice of cake, "After this, I'll go straight to our room and spent time with you."

As long as they make it through a birthday with no one getting killed, Wei Wuxian will be content. His own fears from his birthday still linger just beneath the surface and make him feel a little bit of unease on this day.

But he smiles at the thought of them simply spending the day quietly together. They don't really have much else they have to do.

"We do that every day Lan Zhan. How is that making this day any more special? We're supposed to do something different on your birthday."

So far, nothing happened. No monsters. The staff distance themselves as they usually do. He was used to it. They're still locked inside, so there isn't much they could do.

"This day is already special because you're here and things are peaceful." He eats the meal and the cake to his fill. He helps himself to the bowls of ice cream too. "Try the ice cream. They are called sundae." He smiles, really focused on a happy day and staying positive.

"I'll help myself to a few books to take back to our room, and then read with you. I think that would be good and just spend time together and nothing else. That's how you can make my day special."

He almost flinches when he says that things are peaceful. Afraid that saying that aloud will make things become the opposite. Wei Wuxian has learned not to be too relaxed in this place because that is when the most unfortunate things happen.

But he pushes that aside as the rest of the evening is mapped out for them. It sounds good enough as he helps himself to the ice cream as well.

"Alright Lan Zhan. This is your day so I'll do anything you want to do."

He noticed he's flinching, driven by fear and terror of what happened that day on his husband's birthday. It took him long to get over it and forget it, but that's easier said than done.

He too pushes it aside, finishing the meal and cake. He took a moment to collect a handful of books and novels he wanted to read for the rest of the evening. Once the birthday party is over, and he thanks everyone for coming, it's a matter of leaving the cleaning to the staff.

Once the party is over and everyone leaves to do what they plan to do for the evening, he takes his husband's hand toward the elevator. "Let's go to our room Wei Ying."

He takes the man's hand and stands up, moving close so that they can walk to the elevator. "Cloud Recesses today?" Since they seem to alter between the two rooms. At least that one would be more peaceful then Lotus Pier with all the animals.

But he will go wherever the man wants since this is his day.

"Really? If you want to." The Cloud Recesses room is hardly used other than use it for meditations and praying religiously in the morning, and cooking because it has a kitchen. Every night, he rather live and rest with his husband in Lotus Pier.

The elevator goes up to the residential floor. All is quiet in the hallway. He leads the way to his room of Cloud Recesses.

"Come on in." He said. The room is decorated half like his jingshi and half like a temple. In one corner, he made an altar over the winter with incense burning. There's a shelf full of books that he gathered from the library, and books from home that he reads over the winter, so most of the books are well-studied, dog-eared, and book-marked. The bed is all neat, pressed, and clean.

"Relax and if you need anything like tea or coffee, I can fix it later."

"Whatever you want, Lan Zhan. I'm fine right now." He walks over to the bed and sits down on it. He looks over towards the library, forgetting how many books he has managed to give the man over the last several months thanks to his requests to the hotel. He wishes he could continue to help him build it but without the help of the hotel it is hard.

"Being in this room tonight is almost going to be like a vacation." A special night in a new place even though it isn't really that new. It's just a place they haven't been in awhile.

Lan Wangji is fine building his library on his own, but he finds Wei Ying's sweetness and willingness to help him to be very touching.

"I don't have anything planned." He said. "Just reading books, care for the animals, and cooking dinner for you." For him, his only purpose is to care for his husband that he gladly lives by each day simply.

He takes a few books and finds a place on the bed to sit. "You can rest while I read. Or if you want to read, you can help yourself. Unless you want me to read a story to you?"

"Well the dinner part is done so you don't really have to worry about that. I couldn't eat another bite after the food downstairs."

Wei Wuxian scoots a little more onto the bed and then flops onto his stomach, kicking his feet into the air behind him.

"Why don't you read me a story first, and then after that I'll tell you a story."

With a nod and the chosen book on hand, "Mn." He scoots closer to him and encourages him to lay his head on his lap.

He looks a little stuck on that, "What kind of stories? I have a book about poetry and another about fables with animals in them. Another is an anthology of fairy tales."

I. Throughout January
It has been quiet since the New Year. The snow is gone, but the fireplace seems to remain in place to keep the hotel lobby warm with the staff serving warm beverages and snacks. Hua Cheng passes the time to read whatever books from other worlds is available and keeping dianxia company.

He is generous though. In the lobby, he put up his works of paintings for all to see. His paintings show pictures from home. From the mountains to the forest, pictures of wildlife depicting of fierce tigers hunting in the bamboo forest, pandas and their cubs, rabbits, and hares frolicking through the wild woods, and red foxes chasing them and wolves howling to the moon. But there is some still life too, pictures of gardens and flowers, a promise of upcoming spring, a village of people releasing lanterns on a festive day toward the moon on a night sky. Eventually, he draws pictures that have stories of princes and princesses, a court of imperial nobles, pictures from the novels he reads, and from his imagination.

On each painting, he puts up a note that the paintings are free to take. Consider it a gift. He is recognizable that he is often dressed in a dashing red robe and tied up his hair with a red ribbon, and he has himself surrounded by art supplies. He paints his imagination on the canvas, and will draw anything by request if the subject is interesting, and often for free for he has a lot of time.

If you pass by while he is painting, he noticed you while he's painting with a paint-brush, mixing with colors and from bowls of color muddy water. "Hello. If you like that painting, you can have it. And I'll tell you the story of the painting."

II. Wildcard
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Edited 2021-01-24 03:49 (UTC)

"I already have the best painting hunt in my room."

Xie Lian smiles as he walks over and sits down near the man. He likes to watch him work when he is painting. There isn't much else for him to do other then read. With as quiet as the hotel has been, he has simply taken up more meditation and going for walks. The training room has been a great help in staying in shape. Since he loses his cultivation the more him and Hua Cheng engage in certain activities...he has to do other things to keep his body strong.

"What are you working on now, San Lang?"

"Whatever you feel like telling, Lan Zhan." He'll try to stay awake through all of it regardless of what it is. He shifts so that he can lay his head in the man's lap and relaxes as he waits for him to chose whatever story he wishes to read.

"If you don't want to read it aloud, I don't mind if you would prefer to read silently."

With a nod, he slowly slides his arms around him and hugs him very tightly. He picks him up, brushes through his hair and places his head on his chest to help him listen to his heartbeat as they lay together on the bed.

"I'll tell you a story." He whispered, sweet and low. A story to help him go to sleep.

"How about I tell you a story about how I composed wangxian? Our song."

"You do. It's a picture of you 800 years ago, the way I remember you when you're the ruler of Xian Le."

Hua Cheng looks up and he smiles back. He was working on a painting, his hand is a mess, so he wipes his hand using a cloth and lay his paintbrush down.

"The painting I'm working on, it's a painting of a garden with spring flowers. But if you like, I'll paint a picture of you."

"I want you to paint whatever you want to paint San Lang. Whatever makes you happy."

He settles next to him and leans over so he can look at the work in progress. It is just as lovely as the rest of the paintings that the man has done. He will never understand why he is so gifted in art...and yet his handwriting is so atrocious.

"Ohh...that seems like a very good story. I'd like to hear it." He rests his head against him and wraps his arm around Lan Wangji's middle. He knows so little about the song besides the fact that it was composed for them. So to hear the story of its creation is a very interesting one to him.

He rocks him back and forth gently, wrapping his arms around him, stroking through his hair.

"There isn't much to tell, Wei Ying. I created the song because I was in love with you and compose the song only for you. During that time, I did my best to clear your crimes and your name. I don't think it's all in vain even if people don't believe me. I had always believed in you. So when I get lonely, I play and sing this song for myself and Sizhui as well." Sizhui, their son is waiting for them back home, his tone is somber on the name.

Looking into his eyes, "This song is my soul and it's for you."

He encourages him to lean on him as he paints the flowers of spring, a variety of flowers against the greenery, and a promise that a new season will come.

"I'll always paint pictures and statues of you, dianxia, and that would never be enough." He smiles wryly. "Or I can try paint flowers on your body if you want to be adventurous."

"It's for us, Lan Zhan." He smiles and looks up at him lovingly. It may have been composed with him in mind, but the song is what eventually brought them back together.

"And I'll never forget it no matter how many lives I go through."

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