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ximilialog2021-12-13 04:31 pm
calmness) wrote in ximilialog2021-12-13 04:31 pm
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lan xichen december open post
CHARACTERS: xichen and you!
LOCATION: various spots around
DATE: various days in december before the christmas event
CONTENT: post-mission things
WARNINGS: grief, panic attack, depression, description of character death & stabbing, allusion to acceptance of death.
a morphed piece of home
[anyone wandering into the simulation room finds themselves stepping out into a compound amongst a snow covered mountain, with elegant wooden buildings built in amongst trees and tamed streams frozen from the cold. lanterns hang along the builds or stand amongst it's wooden walkways, adding a warm glow to the night air. it is the sort of place that's quiet, where everything seems still. though there are no other human beings around, it seems like the sort of place where quiet is expected and hangs heavy.
wandering long enough, xichen can be found standing in front of a long building tucked away at the edge of the compound as snows begins to fall. the building seems to sway in the window, but doesn't creak as it's facade seems to shift. The panels flowing between simple to a bit more opulent, the lanterns lit and plenty or sparse and their light gone.] I can't remember what it looked originally. It burned like most of the compound during the fires and when it was rebuilt, it was one of the few buildings where changes were made. [a pause, a deep breath.] It's more of a home now.
a breakdown
[if wandering around, some might not be able to find lan xichen on the edge of a compound. instead, wandering near the center they find a home that blends into the other buildings except for its size. the sign above the large wooden doors reads 'hanshi', the cold room, for those who can decipher it.
the courtyard overlooks an open space. the doors are thrown open and inside, a pale blue rug leads anyone curious up to a receiving area. to the right, a table sits-- or sat but has been turned upside down. the finery, tea pots and books that had once lined the shelves are scattered about. one finely carved wooden room divider is left standing, it's twin missing the cloud design found on tapestries around the compound.
papers lay covered in wet ink on the floor, all addressed to 'sect leader lan' and some crumpled, others torn. what looks to be a chair lays by the table, wood splintered and torn. and if the curious party follows the flow of rooms toward the bedroom --- well, one might find themselves in the flight path or a book or -- more a sword following a very frustrated yell.] Get out!
music can heal and help
[in the afternoon, soft calming music floats through the common living area. anyone who passes by may feel a bit more relaxed than normal, soothed of any anxiety and worry that has settled since the last mission.
the feeling lingers after the music stops and xichen lowers the flute he's been playing, settling it into his lap. he's aware he should gain consent before playing in a space where some one might pass by, but for now he is alone and it feels safe. he's also learned that many on the ship -- like himself -- would not ask for such healing, and for the version of clarity that soothes the breech feels worth the risk of someone walking in shortly.]
request away or wildcard!
[ooc: feel free to hit me up on plurk if you'd like a starter for something! i'm open to anything so also no need to discuss if you have an idea!]
LOCATION: various spots around
DATE: various days in december before the christmas event
CONTENT: post-mission things
WARNINGS: grief, panic attack, depression, description of character death & stabbing, allusion to acceptance of death.
a morphed piece of home
[anyone wandering into the simulation room finds themselves stepping out into a compound amongst a snow covered mountain, with elegant wooden buildings built in amongst trees and tamed streams frozen from the cold. lanterns hang along the builds or stand amongst it's wooden walkways, adding a warm glow to the night air. it is the sort of place that's quiet, where everything seems still. though there are no other human beings around, it seems like the sort of place where quiet is expected and hangs heavy.
wandering long enough, xichen can be found standing in front of a long building tucked away at the edge of the compound as snows begins to fall. the building seems to sway in the window, but doesn't creak as it's facade seems to shift. The panels flowing between simple to a bit more opulent, the lanterns lit and plenty or sparse and their light gone.] I can't remember what it looked originally. It burned like most of the compound during the fires and when it was rebuilt, it was one of the few buildings where changes were made. [a pause, a deep breath.] It's more of a home now.
a breakdown
[if wandering around, some might not be able to find lan xichen on the edge of a compound. instead, wandering near the center they find a home that blends into the other buildings except for its size. the sign above the large wooden doors reads 'hanshi', the cold room, for those who can decipher it.
the courtyard overlooks an open space. the doors are thrown open and inside, a pale blue rug leads anyone curious up to a receiving area. to the right, a table sits-- or sat but has been turned upside down. the finery, tea pots and books that had once lined the shelves are scattered about. one finely carved wooden room divider is left standing, it's twin missing the cloud design found on tapestries around the compound.
papers lay covered in wet ink on the floor, all addressed to 'sect leader lan' and some crumpled, others torn. what looks to be a chair lays by the table, wood splintered and torn. and if the curious party follows the flow of rooms toward the bedroom --- well, one might find themselves in the flight path or a book or -- more a sword following a very frustrated yell.] Get out!
music can heal and help
[in the afternoon, soft calming music floats through the common living area. anyone who passes by may feel a bit more relaxed than normal, soothed of any anxiety and worry that has settled since the last mission.
the feeling lingers after the music stops and xichen lowers the flute he's been playing, settling it into his lap. he's aware he should gain consent before playing in a space where some one might pass by, but for now he is alone and it feels safe. he's also learned that many on the ship -- like himself -- would not ask for such healing, and for the version of clarity that soothes the breech feels worth the risk of someone walking in shortly.]
request away or wildcard!
[ooc: feel free to hit me up on plurk if you'd like a starter for something! i'm open to anything so also no need to discuss if you have an idea!]