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

[jingyeets]

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.'

wildcard

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.

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the end of shenanigans

[lanxichen]

Just before Jingyi succeeds in flopping into the lotus pond, just before, there is a voice.

"Lan Jingyi."

It is a soft voice. There is not the sharpness of Lan Qiren, not even the firmness of Lan Wangji. But it is very much a voice that is used to being obeyed all the same.

[jingyeets]

Jingyi, who had been about to flop into the pond, freezes. There are a handful of voices that can cut through to him no matter his state. His sect leader is beyond a doubt one of them, and his perked up tail and perked forward ears immediately go flat as he sinks down to his belly.

At present, he cannot say what he specifically has done wrong, but he certainly is aware that something must have gone wrong, because that is exactly what this soft, obedience commanding voice does to him. Slowly, slowly turning his head to try and find the source of the voice, he says, "Huh?" Very intelligently.

[lanxichen]

At least Xichen doesn't seem angry, as he unfolds from the usual cross-legged position and straightens, his motions not showing any signs that he has been sitting in one place for a long time.

"Are you truly going to disturb the lotuses, when there is much cleaner water available?"

He's curious as to the reasoning.

[jingyeets]

Jingyi's head swings between looking at the lotuses in the pool of water, back to his sect leader. "Yes?"

Realising that was probably not the right answer, he follows up with, "No?"

Was he agreeing or disagreeing? His head sunk lower again. "Maybe..." Felt like a safer answer, but it was likely evident to Lan Xichen that Lan Jingyi did not precisely track what he was being asked.

[lanxichen]

Xichen blinks, then his nose wrinkles very slightly, the tang of alcohol now not as unfamiliar is had once been.

"Lan Jingyi, did you drink alcohol, by any chance?"

At least he doesn't sound angry... or even that shocked, he just would like to confirm.

[jingyeets]

Jingyi, who may well be trying to meld with the dirt by now, answers truthfully.

"Yeah." Does he have to say why? He doesn't offer it, ears pressed back against his head and neck all the more tightly. He just has the sense he should feel guilty, and so this is one more thing, though he doesn't even now feel particularly contrite.

[lanxichen]

Xichen reaches and pets gently between the horns, soothing.

"You will likely feel much worse, later, and then wonder what you were doing. If you are lucky, you won't remember, but not everyone is like that.

"Come, let us get you over for a soak to get cleaner, and then a quick shower, and then bed."

Sadly, he's not sure it will be a good idea to leave him alone enough to make tea, not until Jingyi is asleep.

[jingyeets]

Jingyi, puppy like, leans into the caress. His tail even shivers like he can't figure out what kind of energy he should have right now, which is true. Foggy as his brain is, slow as he's processing, he doesn't know.

"Oh," he says, eyes half closed under his sect leader's attentions, "I always remember. Then I choose to forget. Don't tell Zewu-jun."

Don't tell his sect leader he recalls what he does while drunk but then tosses it clean out of his mind after. No, the memories aren't crystal clear, but he will remember most of everything tonight. Including how he opens his eyes wider, looking up at Zewu-jun, after just having said not to tell the man standing right there, and gasps.

"Zewu-jun!" A pause, and his ears slowly splay out to the sides. "A soak would be nice, Zewu-jun. I'm sorry."

For what is a matter up to current interpretation.