voidtreckerexpress | ( open ) i am so high, i can hear heaven

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( open ) i am so high, i can hear heaven

Who: Lan Jingyi (

jingyeets) & ( OPEN )
Where: Quiet Carriage; Garden Carriage; elsewhere in train carriages.
When: Merriment 16 to Merriment 21!
What: Arm wrestling; drunken/tipsy wanderings; memorial construction w/calligraphy/painting; etc.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption! Relationship discussions, including potential mentions of gay panic, depending. Will warn as applicable.

ready to rumble (closed to dennis)

Time on the train is a construct even more apparent than the time otherwise passing on worlds, when they're on worlds. He's only seen three platforms and two worlds, but there likely is another coming, and that's something nice to look forward to, assuming he gets to fly. He'd love to fly, he aches for it, having been minimal in application in the illusion world, and always caught and constrained on platform.

Anyway, that was for another day, and for tonight, he has other plans, involving Dennis, the unmarked bottle of alcohol he's ordered, and the two sauce sized ramekins. When he does manage to track Dennis down, he quirks up his brow, holds up both bottle and ramekins (go with him here, the teacups won't work right and no one has proper drinking bowls or cups in his opinion, and there's only so much alcohol in the bottle anyway). "Ready?"

For the talk they need to have, for the arm wrestling already promised, and for tiny, tiny shots of the best alcohol Jingyi could possibly have ordered from back home. A wine, technically... but don't be fooled. It's hard liquor.

arm wrestling and other shenanigans (ota, merriment 16)

Tipsy, Jingyi eases open the quiet car door, and makes a surprisingly upright drift throughout the train, made more chaotic by use of the transgates. For the most part, in human form, he can be found:

in the standard carriage, challenging anyone who feels like it to arm wrestling at the chairs facing each other over a fold down table where he will lose for any younger Voidtrecker who takes him up on it, and most the rest depending;

to the spa carriage where, after prodding at the ICP, he finds the tutorial video for massages and tries to nab a buddy for him to learn on (yes, while clearly inebriated, but don't worry, it'll be fine), after which he'll think going into the pool is the best idea. Which is the last time he'll be in clothing, after making sure no one around is... around, or asking them if they care; sometime in soaking in the hot water he decides he wants to swim, and ends up dragon, the fox-sized form he takes on capable of swimming sinuously through.

At some point he drags himself out and beelines in the air, bouncing himself off walls, ceilings, just about anything, aiming for an eventual stop in the Garden carriage, hoping to swim in the lotus pool there. He's hot.

memorial construction (merriment 16-merriment 21)

Starting from Merriment 16 onward, Jingyi can be found working on using spiritual energy to carve words into a stone in the garden; or sitting and using a bench to work on calligraphy of an odd alphabet that looks pointedly like something untranslated, shown on his SCA. He's using a calligraphy brush and black ink on paper to make sure he has the form right.

Only after he's finished perfecting that does he return to the stone, taking time in the days after to channel spiritual energy through his calligraphy brush to "carve" those letters into its face. He's taking quite a lot of time, because this is not the ideal way to do this (as far as he knows), and the concentration it takes is enough he gets through a few letters then stands up to walk around and be physically active, before returning to his work.

The day he finishes, he brings the censer he ordered and sets the first incense alight. To those who recognise the scent, it's clearly sandalwood based. Pressing his hands together before him, he says, "May you find what it is you're looking for."

On the stone, now automatically translated for all to read, it says:

'What is past I cannot reach again, and what is to come I cannot keep.
The candle has a heart—it too hates parting. In our place, it sheds a tear at dawn.
Dedicated to the Missing and the Lost.
You are remembered.'

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Hit me up OOC for a starter, or tag in anywhere on train with your own! Roommates, feel free to hit him up for shenanigans.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Jingyi showed up before his sect leader with the issued basic comb, having flown through the carriages to arrive in the greenhouse. He likes it here, from the scents to the general calmness of the people who frequent it (with exceptions, himself at times an obvious one), and the excuse to visit one of the Hanguang-jun's rabbits, which are closer to a familiarity from home than he'd say to most.

However, this is something different altogether. The younger man who is also his sect leader, barely four years older than he is. It was a weird situation to be in, like it is with everyone else he recognises from his world to differing extents, but technically... hm.

He settles onto the ground with his hind legs, leaving his forelegs up, pantomiming the stance of a human. One taloned paw curls close into a fist around the comb, and he rests it against his other paw, talons spread wide, and bows his head. His ribbon trails on the ground, the bow he'd tied it into undoing itself flying through the doors between carriages. "This disciple greets Zewu-jun."

The greenhouse is one of Xichen's favorite places to be on the train, somewhere where he can relax and feel at ease. It's rare he does, given the events going on and all the information that he's learned since his arrival but there's peace here.

He sits near one of the trees now, on a low bench with Shouyue resting beside him. Today isn't for playing a melody, though perhaps there will be time for that later. He hears the sound of Jingyi approaching before he sees him, though when he's in view then Xichen offers a soft smile.

This is strange still; to see a child he knows as a grown man. A dragon at that. It's less strange than A-Yuan, of course, but still. There is something pleasant about it though; Jingyi shows him a level of respect that Xichen has noticed is expected and not undermined by something that Xichen does not yet know. As someone used to being respected, the interactions with those his age and who should be his juniors has thrown the sect leader off more than he will admit aloud to anyone on this train.

"Jingyi," he says softly, a kind smile on his face as he holds out a hand to take the comb from the small dragon before him. "You'll have to instruct me this time so I don't do anything that would make you uncomfortable."

He wants to ensure that, given he isn't quite sure what translates directly between his world and Jingyi's. There are no dragon in his own, after all.

Lan Xichen is a staple figure in Lan Jingyi's life back home; a rock, and when life finally crashed over him, he was still their rock. Shattered by truths unveiled, and not always fully aware of what was going on, losing track of things when he stepped out of seclusion, having good and bad days. Meeting him when he's younger is strange, for all he doesn't look different.

Hoping this man, at least, might have an easier time of things. Still unaware, as Jingyi remains, of the particulars of the second fight at Nightless City, how Wei Wuxian stood alone, how he was struck down by his own broken heart, how Jiang Yanli died on that battlefield, how Wen Ning and Wen Qing were burned, the Wens left to hang at the gates to the region.

The Wens, who live in Yunmeng, Wen Qing with her Academy of Medicine, Wen Ning and his kindness, and Lan Sizhui, the son and bargaining chip of a peace and clan alliance that meant politics had been part of their growing up in a way Jingyi only noticed when he was older.

Whatever, none of that matters in the moment, when he lifts himself up on the bench by his sect leader. He pauses, cocking his head to the side to look up at Lan Xichen, considering a question so obvious, he had no idea what to say.

"... Brush from head to tail? I didn't bring any oil for scales, so... it shouldn't be different from brushing you've done before?"

He makes it a question, not sure who other than Lan Wangji that his sect leader has combed out before. Jin Rusong? Lan Sizhui, certainly, during those years of Lan Wangji's healing, his lack of contrition in the face of his defense of Wei Wuxian passed down as whispers to the juniors. Still, that's three people, right?

Cautiously, he lifts a taloned paw, looking from Zewu-jun to his lap, then back to his face. "You're sure, Zewu-jun?"

"Next time we can address the scales," Lan Xichen says with a soft smile, that does not give away if he finds this strange at all. If nothing else, the last mission had shown him that anything -- any version of events -- is possible, so knowing that in another version of his world, his clan possess the features of dragons is no longer as mystical of a concept.

He understands, logically, then that there are things that he is unfamiliar with that are staples to Lan Jingyi's life. There are comforts and things done with members of his clan that do not mirror Xichen's own world. That makes them no less important and Lan Xichen is Jingyi's sect leader still, even if he is not the one the younger knows well.

"I'm afraid my experience is quite limited, but you'll have to be honest if it's inadequate," this time the smile is teasing. They are closer in age than he is with most others from their worlds, which is strange in its own way.

"I'm sure," he says with a nod, motioning for Jingyi to get comfortable. "Ah-- Are the rules regarding our ribbons the same in your home?" He will have to move it aside, after all, and he wants to be sure.

for lan xichen (@lanhuan) | merriment 19

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Ready to Rumble!

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memorial construction

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the end of shenanigans

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Memorial Completion?

works for me!

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spa carriage

i can't believe they didn't manage to introduce themselves last thread, here goes

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