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Station Catch-all

CHARACTERS: Wei Wuxian and You!
LOCATION: Around the station
DATE: 4-19 through next mission
CONTENT: Wei Wuxian catching up with people, being the worst patient in existence, and misc.
WARNINGS: Will be updated as needed.

Sunlight room

[On the third day back at the station, Wei Wuxian makes an escape. That is to say, he hobbles away from the infirmary and sneaks past watchful eyes, slipping into the hallway and making his way to the sunlight room. He only wobbles a little as he walks, and only has to stop and prop himself up on the wall twice, which as far as he's concerned, is an achievement. The stab wound from Venom's claw has been healed almost entirely so he's really not in danger of anything serious. It's just his aching ribs, still healing arm, and more than the others, his concussion that keeps him moving slowly and carefully. His vision still sways a little bit as he moves, but that's what walls are for.

If no one interrupts him, he makes it all the way to the sunlight room and lets out a soft sigh upon his arrival, after which he promptly collapses onto the ground. It's fine, he meant to do this. Please ignore the man lying face down on the grass. He is comfortable just the way he is.]

Lab

[He's asleep in the lab. Thankfully there aren't any vials of chemicals out where he's pillowed his head on his arms and passed out, but he is still very much asleep on one of the chairs, the upper half of his body sprawled across a lab table, completely unconscious.]

Training

[One week after returning to the station, Wei Wuxian is back in the training room. Instead of any kind of target practice or physical training, he is sitting on the floor with dozens of talismans spread out around him. His hands and one of his cheeks are ink stained, but he pays it no mind. A dozen talismans lie crumpled into paper balls beside him.

He draws a brush from the ink stone beside him and adds several characters and symbols to the talisman he's working on. When he's finished his adjustments, he stands, unable to repress a flinch, and fixes his eyes on the training dummy in front of him. With a quick flick of his wrist, the talisman lands straight on the dummy and—does absolutely nothing.

With a dramatic groan, Wei Wuxian sinks back to the floor and grabs the brush to start working again.]

Wildcard me!!!

((ooc:He's recovering from a concussion, broken arm, and cracked ribs, but will be up and about the station by day 4 of their return.))

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Here, try this one on.

[ from the other side of the pile of supplies, gwen lightly tosses wei wuxian another pair of loose pants. (she tossed him jeans exactly once. one would have thought she was trying to murder him with denim.)

she might have liked to sleep in, but unlike her access to the symbiote's bespoke outfits on demand, wei wuxian has exactly one (1) set of clothes here. which necessitated a climb over, around, and through the supplies.

a little growing pile sits to the side, comprised of the few pieces of clothing wei wuxian didn't immediately question, various hygiene products for both of them, a set of bath bombs gwen is excited to break into later, and most importantly, a whole drum kit. she forgot she had asked viveca for it.

her head turns as if listening to a call only she can hear. ] What? Oh!

[ nearby, black spiders work together to free a red piece of cloth from the rest. gwen lifts it up in the air like a trophy. ]

Found a robe!

[He's got one leg in the new pair of pants (the process made harder by the fact that he's putting them on over his existing pant) when her exclamation catches his interest. He narrows his eyes, immediately suspicious.]

More jeans? [But then he sees her find and his expression brightens, relief spreading across his face.]

Oh! [He makes his way over to her, dropping a few of his own finds to check the robes out for himself. They're of similar quality to what he wore back home, and red to boot.] I like them. [He flashes her a grin.]

I found some things too. Not robes.

[ the sweater looks very softe™. so she touches it and, when her hypothesis is proven correct, rubs a sleeve against her cheek. ]

Oh, that's nice.

[ no, she's not going to steal his sweater one day. why?? would you think?? she would do that?

gwen hands off their finds to venom who stretches a long black tendril like a tentacle to drop them off on top of their growing pile. ]

We should find you shoes while we're here, [ she says as she grabs a shoebox. heels. no from her, and she's claiming the privilege and declining on his behalf too. ]

What size are you? [ asks the new yorker of the ancient chinese wizard who doesn't know american shoe sizes. ]

[ On the third day back at the station, Peter has been cooking not only for himself but for other people. He got into the habit of doing this almost every time they go back to the station because it's less exhausting than training, but it keeps his mind busy all the same.

He comes to the sunlight room with a basket to enjoy his mean under the artificial sun, happy to share food with others if they want a snack. Alas, when he gets to his favorite spot, Wei Wuxian is already there. Face down. Looking as good as dead. Cue Peter panicking and dropping to his knees to check on him. ]

Wei Wuxian! Dude! Are you okay? Talk to me. What happened?

[He's never going to keep a fuzzy sweater for more than two weeks, is he?

He glances down at his boots. He has shoes? Although some slippers might be nice. At her question, he stares at her with one eyebrow raised, and then smirks mischievously.]

One hundred and seventy seven centimeters which is above average I think. I was always taller than most of my peers, but a handful were a few centimeters taller than me.

[ gwen looks at him, then into the middle distance. ]

That one’s on me, I didn’t specify.

[He grins and wanders closer.] I like my boots. But I could use something softer for the room.

[Instead of constantly going around in socks. He digs through a few piles and eventually lets out a delighted gasp.]

Gwen! [It takes him seconds to shed his boots and stuff his feet into his new find, delighted when he finds they fit.]

Edited 2022-04-24 21:45 (UTC)

[From the pile of man on the grass: a grunt, a lazy hand wave, and with gargantuan effort, he rolls over onto his back.]

I'm fine, I'm fine! Just resting. [He grins and then flops an arm over his face.]

It's very comfortable down here, I swear. Oh! [Upon suddenly remembering it could be more comfortable, he pulls a fist sized pouch from his robes, reaches inside of it up to his elbow, and tugs a giant fluffy pillow out of it. Grinning, he shoves the pillow beneath his head and lies back down.]

Much better. [He grins.] What brings you here?

[ she is helping venom free a box of nail polish when she glances over and—

well. yeah.

not quite successfully repressing a laugh, she finally manages, ] Those are so you.

[He wiggles his toes around to make it look like the bunnies are hopping around, because what else is even the point of having bunny slippers. Shuffling closer to Gwen, one of the bunnies wiggles around her foot.]

I'm gonna name them.

[He pauses, and then lifts his left foot.] Zuotuzi.

[And lifts his right foot after] Youtuzi.

["Left bunny" and "right bunny" respectively.]

[ she laughs. ]

All three of you are ridiculous. Especially Xianxian. [ she waves him in the direction of their things. ] Pack them up, they're coming too.

[ the entire scene is ridiculous. and it says something about her life that it is still one of the most normal moments she can remember.

since coming back, gwen has felt like she is walking on eggshells. only the person she is trying not to upset is herself. that was not the first or even the second time she has seen and heard things that were not there. it was only the first to last so long, and put into perspective what she has long known, but first lacked the method then the courage to speak: she's not okay. her brain is very much not okay. not for a long time now. (not since peter.)

she cannot afford to let it get out of hand again. she glances at wei wuxian whose movements sometimes are still stiff. her amusement curdles in presence of her guilt. ]

[It takes him a little while to track down where Zewu-jun is staying but when he does get the room, only a couple of minutes to make his way over. By now Wei Wuxian is walking mostly normally. Occasionally a dizzy spell will hit him that has him reaching for the wall, but his ribs are nearly healed and his stab wound is only a slight ache when he bends wrong.

The symptoms of the concussion linger the most and he has very reluctantly refrains from doing much to aggravate it. The pain in his arm also remains, if somewhat lesser. Which is to say that when he shows up at Zewu-jun's door, he looks mostly himself if a bit pale and drawn.

He knocks lightly and waits, announcing himself as he does.]

It's me, Zewu-jun. I would appreciate a moment of your time.

[At the mention of his nickname he instantly brightens, his face going soft and whipping around to beam at her. There has only ever been one person to continue teasing use of that name past his childhood. He didn't think he'd have ever tolerated another doing it, but when the name escapes Gwen's lips—the slightly clumsy pronunciation distinguishing it clearly as her—he feels warmth spread through his chest, affection burning bright inside of him.

He grabs the rest of their things and one by one deposits them into his qiankun pouch. Eventually all that is left is the drum kit.]

That'll break if I put it in. [Also] What is it?

Edited 2022-04-24 23:59 (UTC)

[ she webs the boxes together, then slings them across her back like they weigh the same as a couple of grapes.

as she passes by wei wuxian, she winks at him. ] The reason you're going to regret moving in with me.

[That shouldn't be as exciting as it is, but he grins because, well, it sounds promising.]

Oh? That's a very mysterious answer, Gwen, and I'm sure there aren't any dogs in those boxes so I very much doubt it.

[He chatters aimlessly on their way back to the room and as soon as he's kicked off his shoes after entering and emptied out their finds on the bed, he turns back around to face Gwen with an eager look on his face.]

So? [Tell him! He wants to know!]

Edited 2022-04-25 02:48 (UTC)

[ eagerly, gwen rips into the biggest box, squealing in delight as soon as she catches sight of what's inside. like she's lifting the holy grail, she pulls out the bass drum with its glittery purple finish.

there is a manic gleam in her eye when she turns to wei wuxian and declares, ] Drums.

[ when lan xichen does open the door, he is dressed in white and blue robes instead of the modern clothes he often wears. they are not robes that wei wuxian has seen, not yet, but a set that make xichen feel the comforts of home.

he gives wei wuxian a look over, trying to access if the man is injured and if so how badly. he looks worse for wear, worse off than when he last saw him. mentally, he tries to remind himself that it is not his duty to take care of wei wuxian's well-being but a voice that sounds frighteningly like wangji's protests at that.

xichen offers a soft, tired smile. he, on the other hand, looks better than he had upon their return. still tired, still like he is recovering from injuries but the paleness and brittleness of his skin has subsided and anyone who is able to sense energies would be able to tell that his own is less frayed. not fixed, not whole, but on the mend. ] Master Wei. Come in.

[ he steps aside, allowing wei wuxian to enter his space. there are two beds here, though one is not in use. half of the room is sparsely decorated; a guqin rests on a stand next to where xichen's sword rests against the wall. his bed is made, the sheets a familiar fabric that looks like it was pulled from the cloud recesses' dorms, and his desk is covered in papers and houses a tea set in a familiar style. the two armchairs, provided to all, are settled in the area used for the guqin; an entertaining area of sorts.] Would you like tea? [ he glances as the tea set, there should be enough in the pot for tea for the two of them. ]

[Like Zewu-jun, Wei Wuxian also gives him a brief once over. Unlike Zewu-jun, he's relieved with what he finds. Zewu-jun looks much better than he had during their encounter in Taeum and it lightens the tightness in his chest. His feelings for Zewu-jun might be neutral to complicated, but he has no qualms about looking after the man in whatever limited ways he can on Lan Wangji's behalf.

He offers him the customary salute and then nods, toeing his shoes off as he steps inside.]

Thank you, that would be nice. [The room is reminiscent of their world in ways that the one he shares with Gwen is not, and he smiles to see it.]

I was hoping I could pick your brain on a matter.

Man, I thought you were dead! Don't scare me like that. [ Peter grumbles and purses his lips in a way the other Guardians would call 'pouting' and Peter will deny that it is such a thing until the day he dies. Seeing how Wèi Wúxiàn seems to be perfectly happy chilling on the ground, even if he looks tired, Peter sits down properly as well, right next to him. He huffs out a laugh when ]

It's that one of those magic bags that are bigger on the inside, and you can fit pretty much anything in there? Xichen has one. I need to get myself one of those too. I'd carry so much stuff....but for now I have this. [ He holds up the basket for Wèi Wúxiàn to see. ]

I came to enjoy the sun and have lunch. You hungry? I've got plenty of food to share.

[His eyes grow big and he wanders closer to take a look. They're not the same as the drums he's familiar with, but he can still easily see how they might work. He is surprised by how many of them there appear to be.]

Then we better get them set up so you can give me a show, hmm?

[ with a click of her tongue, gwen aims finger guns at him. and then wei wuxian ceases to be important as she is consumed by the task of unboxing her new drum set.

she is soon surrounded. she fixes the bass pedal to the drum. the high and medium toms wait next to them for her to attach them atop it. on her other side sit the floor tom and snare, ready to be raised on tripod legs. she pulls out the ride and crash cymbals, the hi-hats and its pedal. she puts together the stool. as she works, she names each piece and hits them lightly for wei wuxian to admire the differences in sound.

once she has her kit set up, it’s time to put it in its permanent place.

crouching on the ceiling, she webs everything: drums, pedals, stool. the delicate white spider-webs add a certain je ne sais quoi; the shine of the threads settles beautifully against the rich purple glitter of the drum shells.

when she finally sits, one foot on the bass pedal, the other keeping her safely anchored to the ceiling, the brightness of her smile could serve as a light source. in response to her thoughts, her clothing ripples and settles into a glittery purple crop top over a black sports bra with a pair of high-waisted black shorts and fishnet stockings.

gwen holds out a hand to wei wuxian and the sticks she gave him to hold. ]

If you will do the honors!

Edited 2022-04-26 12:15 (UTC)

[The moment Gwen begins webbing the drums to the ceiling, Wei Wuxian's eyes go wide with shock and then he dissolves into laughter, even going so far as to collapse onto his bed and continue laughing for a while. It's a perfectly reasonable use of space, even if the feng shui of it all is horrible. Who knows which direction is east anyways? When he stands again, there's a bright grin on his face, and he holds up the drumsticks at her behest.

And then, eagerly] Will you play for me now?

Edited 2022-04-27 01:50 (UTC)

[ gwen winks at him. with a flourish of the sticks, she launches immediately into a cover of paramore's "still into you".

her technical skill is remarkable. time keeping, feel, ear. more than at ease, she is at home behind the drums. the sticks are an extension of her, manipulating them with dexterity as she drives the rhythm on. she makes it look easy.

greater than her skill is the passion with which she plays.

she grins as she rides the cymbal. she moves her head to the beat of the bass drum. she puts her whole body into the groove. she flourishes the sticks in her hands with the audacity of a child who knows the world is hers. she sings along with the chorus: i should be over all the butterflies, but i'm into you… her joy is infectious. it's impossible to look away from her.

that she is doing it all upside-down is somehow the least remarkable part of this. ]

Edited 2022-04-27 02:28 (UTC)

[Despite having heard this type of drum in any number of songs Gwen has shared with him (including her own band's music,) none of those songs prepared him for what it was like to hear Gwen play live. The drums are loud for one. So much louder than he was ready for. Their sound permeates his skin, thumping in time with the rush of blood in his veins. He's never heard anything like it and he is instantly in love.

Which is nothing to say of the pure and utter joy with which Gwen plays. With the drum sticks in hand, she comes alive to her music, completely lost to the rhythm. It's nothing like the soothing melodies of his own world. He doesn't think he could possibly love it more.

His eyes soften as he watches her play and he grins up at her for the whole song. He's seen Gwen happy, but never like this. It soothes something inside of him, the part of him still worried that she'll lose herself to sadness again.

When she's done, he cheers loudly, head tilted towards the ceiling as he beams up at her.]

Do you even know how brilliant you are?

[Dragging himself up into a sitting position, he only flinches a little, closing his eyes to let the room finish spinning before he fixes Peter with a grin.]

Food and good company? Who could turn that offer down! [He pulls the qiankun pouch out again and holds it out for Peter to see.]

It's extremely useful. It starts out as a normal pouch and then special arrays are sewn into the fabric that lend it its powers. I've yet to make one myself, but I've been thinking about figuring out how it's done so that I can.

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