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ximilialog2022-02-13 05:04 pm
calmness) wrote in ximilialog2022-02-13 05:04 pm
[open] my soul is the color of ice and snow
CHARACTERS: lan xichen and YOU
LOCATION: around the ship
DATE: all after february 21st
CONTENT: simulation of cloud recess with totally not real rabbits that wear headbands, magical healing music, and a bit of sad time drinking. everything is about poorly coping.
WARNINGS: will update as i go, post-mission sadness ahead
time on the back hills (pets are forbidden)
[for an afternoon, those wishing to step into the simulation room will find it occupied and the scene before them as they step through the doors a pathway that leads them through a compound in the mountains. here winter turns to spring, blossoms bloom on trees still surrounded by sporadic piles of snow.
xichens them at the head of the path that leads them down past a waterfall and a pool, winding through the compound.] Come. Let me show you something.
[once on the way, xichen leads the two them through winding pathways and down a narrow path through a thick tree-line until they emerge on a grassy hill that is seems empty and covered in small patches of snow. the only notable thing there is a large rabbit-hutch standing under a tree, providing shade for the sunny field. xichen makes his way to the hutch, where he's left a basket full of vegetables -- carrots, lettuce, beets.
anyone approaching will soon realise that some of the white puffs of snow are not snow at all, but white rabbits of various sizes. some of them, surprisingly, wear a similar headband to the one xichen wears across his forehead.] Join me? [xichen calls over his shoulder, motioning them closer to the hutch.] They're friendly and easily won over, but I must warn you, they have a poor sense of boundaries. [he tips his head toward the basket of food, bribes for the rabbits.]
I used to take my nephew to this place after a difficult time. [he says after a while, in lieu of explanation for why he's created this particular vision for them all. rabbits are great for stress, you see. and that he equates some of you as needing the same soothing as a toddler once did.]
the song of clarity
[in the sunlight room, soft chords can be heard by anyone who passes through or wishes a moment of calm. xichen settles in a shady spot with his guqin, newly acquired and not quite tuned in the way he'd like. not that anyone unfamiliar could tell.
he sends a quick message to the network before he begins playing, a warning and also an invitation.] I am playing a song of Clarity the sunlight room, for those interested. If you have been feeling anxious or ill-at-ease, or unable to rest, the music is infused with Qi and will help ease your mind. I will play for anyone who needs it.
[the music floats through the room, the notes of the qin accompanied by sounds pulled forth by pale blue energy as he strikes each chord so it seems like he is accompanying himself with his flute. he has rested enough, slept most of the days since their return, that his energy levels are returning to their pre-mission state. not normal, no, but good enough that he can play. it helps too, serves as a distraction from the way things ended in scorpion's bend where the left a man to his seclusion.
that is a future xichen knows well, though he is pushing those exact thoughts out as he plays.
company is welcome and xichen plays the song all the way through regardless of when company joins him. as it comes to a close, he opens his eyes and looks at his companion.] Do you feel alright?
late nights musings and moping
[as it was for many, the mission was not an easy one for xichen. the conclusion, knowing that ford is left alone and the orb acted for its own entertainment leaves a hole in xichen's heart.
it makes anger boil in his chest, leaves him tossing and turning after exhaustion fades away. so instead of resting, he wanders the halls of the ship in the night. sometimes he is found on the observation deck, looking out at the stars with the corners of his lips pulled downward in a frown and brows creased in muted anger.
other times, deep in the night, he wanders to the kitchens and brews himself a cup of tea as he bends himself over a book that he is not truly reading. if pulled from his reading, he looks up at whatever poor soul enters the kitchen at this hour.] Would you like a cup? [there's still a good amount of tea in the pot next to him, a special blend from braccia for those who may recognize it. after a moment, he speaks again.] Or something stronger?
wild card!
[ooc: feel free to throw some variation of these my way or let me know if you'd like something else at grimm#9436 on discord or on plurk!]
LOCATION: around the ship
DATE: all after february 21st
CONTENT: simulation of cloud recess with totally not real rabbits that wear headbands, magical healing music, and a bit of sad time drinking. everything is about poorly coping.
WARNINGS: will update as i go, post-mission sadness ahead
time on the back hills (pets are forbidden)
[for an afternoon, those wishing to step into the simulation room will find it occupied and the scene before them as they step through the doors a pathway that leads them through a compound in the mountains. here winter turns to spring, blossoms bloom on trees still surrounded by sporadic piles of snow.
xichens them at the head of the path that leads them down past a waterfall and a pool, winding through the compound.] Come. Let me show you something.
[once on the way, xichen leads the two them through winding pathways and down a narrow path through a thick tree-line until they emerge on a grassy hill that is seems empty and covered in small patches of snow. the only notable thing there is a large rabbit-hutch standing under a tree, providing shade for the sunny field. xichen makes his way to the hutch, where he's left a basket full of vegetables -- carrots, lettuce, beets.
anyone approaching will soon realise that some of the white puffs of snow are not snow at all, but white rabbits of various sizes. some of them, surprisingly, wear a similar headband to the one xichen wears across his forehead.] Join me? [xichen calls over his shoulder, motioning them closer to the hutch.] They're friendly and easily won over, but I must warn you, they have a poor sense of boundaries. [he tips his head toward the basket of food, bribes for the rabbits.]
I used to take my nephew to this place after a difficult time. [he says after a while, in lieu of explanation for why he's created this particular vision for them all. rabbits are great for stress, you see. and that he equates some of you as needing the same soothing as a toddler once did.]
the song of clarity
[in the sunlight room, soft chords can be heard by anyone who passes through or wishes a moment of calm. xichen settles in a shady spot with his guqin, newly acquired and not quite tuned in the way he'd like. not that anyone unfamiliar could tell.
he sends a quick message to the network before he begins playing, a warning and also an invitation.] I am playing a song of Clarity the sunlight room, for those interested. If you have been feeling anxious or ill-at-ease, or unable to rest, the music is infused with Qi and will help ease your mind. I will play for anyone who needs it.
[the music floats through the room, the notes of the qin accompanied by sounds pulled forth by pale blue energy as he strikes each chord so it seems like he is accompanying himself with his flute. he has rested enough, slept most of the days since their return, that his energy levels are returning to their pre-mission state. not normal, no, but good enough that he can play. it helps too, serves as a distraction from the way things ended in scorpion's bend where the left a man to his seclusion.
that is a future xichen knows well, though he is pushing those exact thoughts out as he plays.
company is welcome and xichen plays the song all the way through regardless of when company joins him. as it comes to a close, he opens his eyes and looks at his companion.] Do you feel alright?
late nights musings and moping
[as it was for many, the mission was not an easy one for xichen. the conclusion, knowing that ford is left alone and the orb acted for its own entertainment leaves a hole in xichen's heart.
it makes anger boil in his chest, leaves him tossing and turning after exhaustion fades away. so instead of resting, he wanders the halls of the ship in the night. sometimes he is found on the observation deck, looking out at the stars with the corners of his lips pulled downward in a frown and brows creased in muted anger.
other times, deep in the night, he wanders to the kitchens and brews himself a cup of tea as he bends himself over a book that he is not truly reading. if pulled from his reading, he looks up at whatever poor soul enters the kitchen at this hour.] Would you like a cup? [there's still a good amount of tea in the pot next to him, a special blend from braccia for those who may recognize it. after a moment, he speaks again.] Or something stronger?
wild card!
[ooc: feel free to throw some variation of these my way or let me know if you'd like something else at grimm#9436 on discord or on plurk!]
late nights
I don't think tea is gonna cut it for me, man.
[ It's a nice idea, the aesthetics of it are chill and all, but Dean is a black coffee drinking managed alcoholic, and he needs... hell, he doesn't even know what he needs. ]
There any liquor in here?
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I have a special wine from home and I am sure there is something harder in the cabinets. [xichen pushes himself up from the table, shutting the cover of his book before going toward one of the cabinets to look through it.
first thing, he pulls out a white, round bottle from the cupboards and then looks at the other options. which, really, he has no actual idea what's what so don't leave him hanging and staring in there too long.]
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[ He strolls right in, coming up beside Xichen to look in the cabinets, reaching up to pull a liquor bottle out. ]
And whiskey. What a combo, huh.
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rip mingjue.
he looks at what dean pulls out of the cupboard and nods, chuckling a bit.] The wine to start and then the whiskey? [he asks it as he moves to find them some glasses.]
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[ But he's game. He works on getting the whiskey bottle open while Xichen gets glasses, leaning a little against the counter. ]
Yeah, that'll work.
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he finds them some glasses, just two, and then moves to set them overwhere he'd been sitting before going back to move the wine over. dean is in charge of the whiskey after all. ] It may be a good start, at least, in lead up to that.
[he motions to the whiskey before going to pour some wine into each glass.]
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Yeah, I'm thinkin' so. Let's give it a go.
[ cheers, bitches. or something. ]
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Good question. Being alive still - somehow?
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[a sad toast, but to that xichen can drink. he sips his wine, then down the rest of the cup.] And in a better state than Ford. [are they though? he is not sure. he certainly doesn't feel like he is.]
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[ Some people kinda are, Dean guesses. Better off than Ford, he means. They're alive, and not damned to an eternity on that godforsaken planet.
Dean, though. He's not much better off.
He pushes that out of his mind and downs the wine, swallowing every last drop. ]
Not bad, for wine.
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It is said to be the best by some. [a soft chuckle.] The Emperor's Smile. A drunk who's finished a bottle, misses his smile even more.
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[ He is trying very hard not to think about the next mission, and the fact that it's looming over them, waiting in the wings to dump some fresh new hell on them. ]
Huh. Guess that could be true of any liquor.
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Well, I wouldn't wanna do that. That's just insulting, right? Praise be the poet.
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then he's refilling their drinks.] Drink up. [someone can be bossy sometimes.]
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Yessir, Xichen sir.
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down it goes, washing away worry and sadness along the way.]