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( Pictured: young master Lan, blood-drenched and saddled by five exceptionally rotund and angry chickens in a gondola that drifts merrily along one of the canals.

At his feet: a swarm of coins, a corset dress, and... pastries. Beside him, fettered and muffled, is a seemingly rabid undead, who sometimes remembers to kick at the rope-bound oar convulsively and row them onwards in the dusky horizon.

It appears master Lan has forgotten the art of blinking. Possibly, until he croaks out sound, that of speech: )

The witches. ( A pause, spanning a lifetime. He seems... to drift asleep? No. No, he's startling himself awake again: ) Answered. ( What did they say, Wangji, don't fall aslee — ) ...inquiry.

( ooc: just after the the warehouse incident, where pocket Lan Zhan Wangji's box was submerged in alcohol during transport. He has 'captured' one of the warehouse dead and... useless loot. Content warning: drunk Lan Wangji. )

Comments

[beitangmoran]

... Yes, I can see that. Is someone coming to fetch you? I assume Master Wei is probably trying to find you right now.

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...why?


( Is this necromantic excuse of a man coming for Wangji's chickens. )

[beitangmoran]

Because he cares about you, and I believe you might be in need of some supervision right now that the chickens cannot perform on their own.

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I. ( He. ) Am floating.

[beitangmoran]

The boat is floating, and you are, thankfully, on top of it for now, so it works out well.

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Why do I float alone?

[beitangmoran]

Well, you are not completely alone. There are the chickens, and the... zombie? With you?

I am sure we can arrange company if we can find where you are though.

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( But. )

Sleep. Past the... ( A finger, raised to his mouth: shhhhhhhh. ) Past sleeping hour.

[beitangmoran]

It is quite late, yes. I am not sue what tile exactly, I don't pay attention to those things.

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Cannot sleep. ( And... pointing beside him: ) No bed.

[beitangmoran]

Then may I suggest you find one, Master Lan?

[This is hilarious and Moran will laugh about it for days.]

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...floor?

[beitangmoran]

That doesn't sound too comfortable. Surely you have a room to go back to.

1/2

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( )

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I have no bed.

[beitangmoran]

Really? How come? And why haven't you asked Master Wei to share his, then?

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( The most horrified - )

...bony.

[beitangmoran]

... The bed is bony?

2/2

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Beitang Moran has... you. Have. Has more meat.

[beitangmoran]

.......... Thank you for the compliment, Master Lan.

[he's pretty sure you just called him fat, but also you're drunk, so.]

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Mmmm. You will survive winter.

[beitangmoran]

And w are all most glad for it, I am sure. But that does not help you find a bed.

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( No, he's not done - )

But not. A hard winter. A short winter.

[beitangmoran]

.......... Yes, very good.

Your bed, Master Lan. Please find your way to it.