[ video ] un: qishan

[silverneedles]

[ The video opens with Wen Qing, dressed in trousers and a ruffled white shirt, looking fairly annoyed. She holds up an orange. ] This is an orange. There are barrels of them in the hold. Eat them. You don't need to have one daily, but make sure you're eating one every few days.

[ She glances away, mouthing something to someone just out of video range, and then she looks back to the communication device, flipping it around. Standing there is a sailor, unwashed and grimy. He's holding up a tooth, still bloody, and grinning proudly. This isn't the first tooth he's lost; most of them are gone, and his gums are bloody. Wen Qing continues over the camera. ]

This gentleman is a fine example of what will happen should you forget to eat them. [ The "do not forget to eat them" is heavily implied. She flips the device back, still frowning. ]

As Miss Eda mentioned, the sailors seem afraid of women so none of them will listen to me about the oranges. Someone pass on the message to them.

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audio; un: man's greatest treasure

[reparo]

[an indignated huff] Afraid of women - what a load of superstitious nonsense! [language like that will have landed her in the brig at least once by now so hey]

I hate to think your good medical advice is going ignored.

[a pause.] Maybe we can tell them to add slices to their rum.

un: qishan (voice)

[silverneedles]

Women and the ill, it seems. Bad luck on the ships, according to what I've overheard. Which is ridiculous for this ship, considering everything else.

[ Wen Qing hasn't yet been thrown into the brig but it's only a matter of time. ]

It would be better than nothing.

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[reparo]

[So, about that. There is a pause, and then she murmurs:]

Maybe start handing out oranges to the people in the brig. [Pauuuuuuuuuuuuuse] I'll take one or two.

[silverneedles]

Are they providing food at specific times or shall I bring oranges and something substantial?

[reparo]

They're not really providing dinner, but the brig time is only meant to be a day. To teach me a lesson, or something. Honestly, it's rather nice - and quiet!

[silverneedles]

I will bring food, too. [ She isn't going to let someone starve. ] Have you actually learned a lesson while being in the brig?

[reparo]

[A snort of laughter here, and dryly.] What lesson? I'm a great student when the lesson is good, lady Wen Qing. But if it's just superstition and stupid comments about women driving sailors to impure thoughts, they can honestly shut up.

[silverneedles]

That is a lesson worth ignoring. [ She'd be a little more understanding if they weren't so quick to dismiss her advice just because it comes from a woman. Not even her home had been this bad. ] What have you been doing in the brig, then?

[reparo]

[A sigh.] Enjoying the silence, for all of a day.

[And now closer to the transmitter, she mutters:] I find myself with a cellmate who is quite annoying. He thinks, for whatever reason, that I'm trying to hit on Lan Wangji.

[silverneedles]

[ There's a very long pause from Wen Qing, during which she stifles her laughter. When she regains her composure, she still sounds very amused: ] Did you correct his assumptions?

[reparo]

[There's a pause.] Finding amusement at my expense now, are we? [It may be an accusation, but unfortunately Hermione is quite fond. So.

Anyway, a sigh.]

The stronger I protest, the more convinced he is. Maybe because he's obsessed.

[silverneedles]

It is a predicament I do not envy. [ And one that is hilarious. ] Who is this cellmate of yours, to be so obsessed?

[reparo]

He seems to know Lan Wangji, so maybe you know him also - Jiang Cheng?