eastbound | voice: old dog turning new tricks | set after everyone's things have been secreted back to them

( this, sadly, starts with a moan. a very protracted one, where someone starts to speak when the moan seems done, and then: nope. onward it goes. there's an audible sigh, tapping of something against wood, and when the interference finally ends, Wei Wuxian speaks. )

Aside from a few voices advertising one means of obtaining coin, here's my question for the rest of us on this voice communication: who has anything they're willing to part with or make to sell at auction? For exaggerated stories about their origins, of course. I have somewhere lined up to store things leading up to, and there are people to try and talk with if we want to get anything into an exclusive auction. If we can invent a convincing enough background for something to make it.

( he pauses for long enough it seems like he might just have ended his talking there, before waiting for anyone to speak back. instead, he eventually adds: )

Is there, ah. Hmm. Anyone willing to help with posing for a few paintings? I'm a decent enough artist, but I've never been great at drawing from imagination, which is that or memory, really old memory, not going to cut it for what I'm thinking!

( what he's thinking: sex sells. can a guy get some clothed models for unclothed artwork, thanks? also he's not painting Lan Zhan for this, he would rather walk out into a blizzard filled with undead, thanks. )

( ooc: this is all optional for responses, but here's an ooc thread for anyone wanting to submit something for auction! i'm collecting a possible donation list (things characters can make count as donations!) so i can get it submitted for an idea of what might get bankrolled out of playing the auctions in the end! )

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I would not forsake them, in their weakness.

I know. Just as you know I would not.

( One man here is more unjust, between them. )

You require feeding for heat.

A core warms.

( His burns. )

( he knows what Lan Zhan means, but it brings two things to mind, and one is pointedly irreverent: )

Then I'll borrow your hands for warmth! Or your under arms, nice and warm there!

There are charms here for warmth I've been looking into, should have a number of them over time. They're not without having lessened power over time, but I think for this we might be able to adapt talismans into slower, ongoing release, fire turned to embers instead of greatest flame.

I don't know the ways magic works here, or how one needs to be connected to it to make use, but we're not limited in creativity for solutions.

Many of us don't have the joy of running quite as hot.

Wei Ying.

You may distract me later.

I pledge.

( Now. Focus. )

( There are so many possibilities to consider, ways to prepare, ideas he has, but he is paused, then snorting at the words, not for them failing to be true, but for them being perhaps too true. He should distract Lan Zhan right up to his bedtime, then fiddle alone with his ideas after. )

Fine, fine, pledge accepted, I'll stay on task. I'll seek you out in a while?

You will pledge in kind, first.

Pledge to let you distract me later?

Wei Wuxian.

Lan Zhan! I'll pledge you can distract me later, and to eat, as long as the rest are also provisioned, or to ration myself effectively if they aren't as long as doing so is not to my active detriment.

... As negotiated between us.