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

[weifinder]

( 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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[weifinder]

( He accepts all the twigs, mentally going, they probably could have been kindling... in other circumstances. Where they weren't trying to raise funds fast, to get out of town similarly quickly. Without drawing attention.

He offers a lopsided smile, holding all these twigs. )

You weren't even lying. This is a rare tree to this world, as far as we can assume right now, it doesn't even exist. So, say, hand-carved hairpins from two foreign masters made from the wood of an impossible to find tree is all true. Does it matter what kind of masters? Why the tree is impossible to find?

( He lifts his shoulders up a touch, shaking his head and sighing. )

The best lies are true, with enough said to let people draw their own conclusions.

[bearshermark]

[He tips his head, giving his acquaintance a long look as he considers that.

Finally, he smiles, then shifts to sort out how best to wrap up the eyes for easy transport]

You seem quite wise. This isn't the first time you've given me something to think about.

[weifinder]

( Wei Wuxian breathes out in a laugh that trails off, smiling for a moment. )

I'm older, I've lived through more, I should be wiser, right? That's part of why we respect each elder generation. Anyway, everyone has their own wisdom, I can tell you have yours, too. It's listening to each other that helps figure out what we might not see on our own, and working together that's going to get us through all this.

[bearshermark]

[It's a familiar refrain, and one that leaves him keenly missing his companions all over again. Though not certain what sort of wisdom he can offer anyone, Eleven nods]

It's good we all have a common goal to work toward together.

[After a few moments, Eleven simply ties up the eyes inside a sheet. He lifts them up to offer over]

It's important that we can trust each other.

[weifinder]

( He nods his head to Eleven, accepting the sheet; )

Thank you, I'll have this back to you later this day.

( Though now he holds pink twigs and sheet-encased eyes, still sitting for the moment. )

Trust is something given and somethin earned. Trusting people here is a choice, and I believe it's the right one. And that's not limited to those of us abducted, just as betrayals aren't limited to those native to this realm.

( He stands with that, though, and smiles at Eleven. )

Still, if we don't give that trust, we can't ask for it. Like right now, trusting each other trying to get the funds we need to more safely exit this citadel. Thank you for your trust, Eleven. It's something I hope to continue to merit.