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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[beitangmoran]

The Honourable Beitang Moran
In Service of the Esteemed Vannozza Spina
Speaking Only Their Truth and Their Wisdom
Humbly Puts before the Piazza:

To send men armed with blades to people who are rightly worried for the future of their homeland, is that really what the just and fair ruler of that land should do?

If a subject cannot bring a grievance to their Lord for fear that they will be accused themselves and made to be criminals, then where is fairness in the world ? Can you really entrust the future prosperity of this glorious city to one so ill-tempered he would turn on his own people without the least self-examination in his own conduct when they admonish him?

Truly, this is the mark of a weak temperament. The stars did not err when they showed me the vision of this city ruled by a strong but fair hand, that of a lady of repute who can heed the people's concerns.

May All Good People Hear, May All Good People Know!
May Fortune Ever Favour Don Bonaccorso!