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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hissed over wangji's shoulder

[consignation]

I knew it! I knew nothing good could come of following you. Is this how you lead my brother?! Unbelievable—

[ ( 不可思议，) he mutters, over and over. ]

[downswing]

( Excuse the accidental shove back, as he... rights the wrongs of his posture, shrugs off a mote of dust, or calls down a flock of pigeons, whatever excuse works on this fine morning. 有眼睛，有愧疚。

And loud enough to be perceived by wild communicators at large: )

The man once your brother was not born to follow.

[consignation]

[ Jiang Cheng snatches Wangji's device up to shout into it. ]

WEI WUXIAN! Wei Wuxian, are you listening?! Are you my brother or not?? Do you hear the way he speaks to me? Wei Wuxian—

[downswing]

( The itch to silence spell this man is a temptation only cultivation sainthood propels Lan Wangji to ignore. May the Heavens remember his name into perpetuity. )

You shame the lady's dignity.


( ...and the dregs of her modesty. In the rival palace wing. )

[valeas]

[ the lady in question is wiping soot from her cheek with as much, yes, dignity as she can muster.

— a sharp sideways glance. lan wangji, are you really lecturing someone on the subject rn?

to his companion: ] You are looking for this Wei Wuxian...? [ what emilia's been able to glean so far: this wei wuxian is Important. ]

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[weifinder]

( this all said around a very, very sleepy yawn, because he is not yet on video, bless )

Ah, ahahaha, Jiang Cheng, I hear, I hear you both! I'm glad you're getting along!

( you scaled rooftops together this is a miracle )

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[weifinder]

( he, er, heard this go on for long enough that the sound of protestors screaming in stereo wakes him. his voce, thick with sleep, over the crystal: )

Lan Zhan? What lady's quarters?

( too tired to make sense of that or the shouting and screaming of people who arrived to throw fits before sunrise. how horrid. )

Don't tell me you've got people propositioning you with fertility rites too, now.

[downswing]

( Amid the chaos, earning his name, one brick wept down with a clotted thump at a time. But gently, because one does not wake the Yiling Patriarch unduly: )

I intended Sizhui's rooftop. ( Ahem. ) Jiang Wanyin... surfaced.

( ...yeah. )

[downswing]

( And a sharp sideways glance, traded back. For keepsakes. )

un: dappled pearl of the parted seas [voice]

[beitangmoran]

Must you make such a ruckus at this time of day?

[No, Moran was not sleeping, actually, but will that stop him using it as an excuse to judge? Absolutely not.]

And invading a lady's bedroom? Unsightly.

[downswing]

( Can you hear this resigned, soul and lung-crushing sigh, because Lan Wangji has so deeply given up the ghost that he's waving it farewell from the street corner.

But he is a Lan. A man of dignity. Of poise. Of honour. Of duty, bound.

...of exceptionally bendy limbs, reaching to post his communicator device somehow even closer to the balcony and capture every decibel of additional noise. Oh, look. They're singing. )

I regret the tumult.

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[paperbutterflies]

[ Sizhui looks fresh and awake. He also looks lightly... disturbed. By how heroically the chaos is endured. ]

Han...guang...jun?

[ You can wash up here doesn't quite suit. Nor I can bring you tea on the rooftop. So he just.

Cups his hands in salute because uhhh. ]

[downswing]

( Oh, no. Oh, his son. This beautiful creature of perfect manners and delight.

What can one do, in the midst of... distractions... but gently nod along with a filial son's greetings and replicate them with a shallower bowed salute?

Ignore the... snowstorm of soot that drips down. )

Your quarters are fitted with the silvered balcony?

( ...so he can know where to drop off next time. )

[paperbutterflies]

The copper and rubies, Hanguang-jun.

[ Beat. ]

About the protesters, I will go see what the ones who are less loud talk of.

[ Why are they out there and protesting at five am though. ]

[beitangmoran]

[Lan Wangji, he is a man of government who has had to subdue riots before. he is very good at ignoring what he doesn't want to address.]

I am sure you do, Master Lan. I am sure you do. As I said before, I think you fare much better in this type of environment than most people would expect you to.

[He likes your sass, Lan Wangji.]

[downswing]

The hour is too young for congress.

[downswing]

( Point made, gently... removing... the communicator. )

No transgression was intended.

[beitangmoran]

Well, you indeed do not seem the type, if you pardon me saying so.

A case of mistaken identity, I would assume?

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[lancifolium]

[ Bleary-eyed and wild-haired Lily squints into the pendant. She'd parted company with Emilia not less than an hour and a half ago. Thanks free wine. ]

Wha... Emilia? You didn't tell me you were hosting a private after party. Are you alright?

[downswing]

We mistook the quarters on descent.

[downswing]

( Very much not impressed. And very much not Emilia, either. )

We would not harm women.

[beitangmoran]

Obviously.

Who is the purple man vociferating behind you? This is wholly unnecessary.

[downswing]

( How... to describe.

...very well. )


Sect leader Jiang speaks his own cause.

[paperbutterflies]

It sounds as though someone forgot to tell them part, does it not?

[beitangmoran]

One of your acquaintances, I presume?

[Since he calls Wei Wuxian his brother.]

Might he be prevailed on to not bellow quite so loud?