un: absterge | video, might as well get a show with your wake-up

[downswing]

( The stage, set: pale dawns drowning fair maiden Emilia's boudoir, mid-invasion. The lady, aghast, but bravely holding back (onto?) Wrath — one of three gentlemen drenched in chimney soot for their orgy visit.

RIP: four porcelain bowls shattered on the floor, a wall stabbed with dining cutlery, a decapitated statue, inked parchment (protective, silent) littered on the balcony and ceiling spreads. A table broke its back to sweeten Jiang Cheng's fall. The man himself lies sprawled or scratching (unclear). Chimney bricks are still coughing down into the fireplace.

In the midst of the chaos, a dishevelled Lan Wangji — perched precipitously on the back of a chair — calls for silence. A heartbeat later, he sets the communicator closer to the balcony, so that everyone who neglected to turn off their device overnight can bask in the shouting and screaming of anti-Macaluso protesters outside.

Enjoy a minute of that. Violence is good for the ears. )

The lady's quarters — ( ...quite. ) ...lack vantage. What stokes their anger?

( And then, an awkward pause later: )

Morning's greetings.

( ooc: backdated to the first day of protests. Enjoy your 5:10am wake-up call, in between the ruckus of Jiang Cheng, Lan Wangji and Wrath slipping down the wrong chimney into Emilia's quarters, and Macaludo's protesters raising a storm. Just. Enjoy that. )

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[downswing]

The beats and flow of injustice.

[fated_dance]

Injustice is easily misdirected to suit the needs of whomever takes over.

[downswing]

Their pain, cut as weapon.

[fated_dance]

To make way for the next. An endless cycle.

[downswing]

You see no gain to intercede.

[fated_dance]

Aah. Observe until forced to act. Observe until plan in place to best succeed.

[downswing]

'Observe.' The bitter craven's path.

[fated_dance]

[ He can't help the laugh, sudden and a little mocking. ]

I'm surprised you and Lao Wen don't along better. You both like your phrases.

[downswing]

'Lao Wen'?

[fated_dance]

Wen Kexing.

[ And because he's a jerk...He'll switch this so only those in their little group can see/hear. ]

My husband.

[downswing]

The drunk.

[fated_dance]

Aah.

He can usually hold his liquor.

[downswing]

He had dismissed his senses in a shallow tomb.

[fated_dance]

[ That is more concerning, and Zishu's gaze flicks back to the other's face. ]

Drugged?

[downswing]

He bore no marks.

[fated_dance]

One can be without blemish and still be drugged.

[ He knows these things because he's done them. ]

I'll check on him. Thank you for letting me know.

[downswing]

At ease. No harm unto him.

[fated_dance]

Nothing lasting, from that.

[ He'll still be checking. SOMEONE DOESN'T TELL HIM WHAT HE SHOULD KNOW. ]

[downswing]

Distrust dishonours.

[fated_dance]

[ He can only scoff at that, a mocking sound directed at himself that ends when he closes this odd immediate form of communication. ]