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text; once xxc is settled

[sizhui]

Cousin Ning. Xiao Daozhang is in the spare bedroom. He is very upset, I suspect he found out about Xue Yang.

[goodboyplaydead]

[ Honestly, Wen Ning still hasn't used his device for texting and doesn't really know how that even works. He's seen the notifications about new network messages flash from time to time and browsed a few. But he's never had reason to respond. This situation seems very different. ]

How do I answer him?

[ As if in response, the device flashes a symbol in the corner. Wen Ning doesn't recognize what the strange symbol a microphone is supposed to be. But he supposes that its presence means the device is listening to him. ]

Is this working? Are you on?

[goldenchilde]

The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.

[goodboyplaydead]

[ Wen Ning is not entirely sure what this message is or why it's coming from Jin Ling, but the serious warning within alarms him enough to heed its words. Once he can figure out how to do this copy, paste and send thing... ]

[Video] After November Cordis

[beitangmoran]

Good day, I am Beitang Moran and I believe I... probably acted rather rudely towards you and made you buy me food while I was under the influence of my first Cordis Moon Cycle. I wanted to apologize for my behavior and also offer to reimburse the expenses I had you make on me account, if you would not mind.

[goodboyplaydead]

[ At least the moving picture display was less confusing than the words, even though Wen Ning doesn't understand the magic behind either of them. But it's hard to focus on that when the man calling himself by another name looks exactly like his master. His voice is slightly different, closer to that of the fox he met the other day. But the face is unmistakable. Who is this person? ]

You are... Beitang Moran?

[beitangmoran]

I am, yes. I realize I look a bit different from when we first met.

... Is everything alright? You look surprised.

text | username: absterge

[downswing]

Wen Qionglin. Brother mentioned you. Lan Wangji of Gusu Lan greets you.

username: wenning

[goodboyplaydead]

[ Another Young Master Lan? Just how many of them had other versions of themselves here? It would be embarrassing to confuse one for the other. Is this version younger like the other Young Master Wei?

He taps the button that converts his speech to text since typing is still largely lost on him. ]

Young Master Lan? I did not know you had arrived.

text — un; lanwangji

[wangji]

Wei Ying is gone.

un; wenning

[goodboyplaydead]

I have been looking for him. Are you sure?

text | un: konoha, post-majestas event

[lumberlady]

greetings

apology for sudden contact

is i now contacting to WEN NING? QIONGLIN?

is KONOHA... 人馬。👩🐎 you remember?

un; wenning

[goodboyplaydead]

Oh. It is you.

Are you doing all right?

Yes, this is Wen Ning.

[ He hadn't actually expected to hear from her again after that abrupt departure. ]

action;

[sizhui]

[ Sizhui... can't exactly make longevity noodles for his cousin, though he really would have liked to, just because it's the traditional birthday thing.

But... it would sound like a mockery, all things considered.

Instead, when he seeks out Wen Ning, he has a package wrapped up holding a music box with a really sweet melody in his hands. ]

I... do not know if you wanted to celebrate much but... happy birthday.

Re: action;

[goodboyplaydead]

[ Wen Ning starts a bit at the sudden delivery. He had all but forgotten his birthday, given how long it has been since he actually celebrated it. But he is even more moved that A-Yuan remembered it. The music box makes his ears flicker in curiosity. ]

A-Yuan.... thank you...

[resurging]

[consider this a declaration of intent: wei wuxian, self-aware and appropriately versed in the comedies of shameless enticement, is inviting one and all (for some measure of all, as he is only one man with two hands) to take part in a little... experiment.]

as the snow thaws,
as new grass springs from the earth,
as the sun rises, warmer—
i offer my hand to hold,
without question,
without judgment.

-

a favor for a favor: a confidence, a deed, or a kiss. my ask: a child's toy for gusu lan's hanguang-jun, in honor of his fatherhood.

[downswing]

Wen Ning. Where lie the strengths of the Qishan Wen manner of combat?



( Regrettably, some people were only introduced to the... leg-breaking capabilities of the clan. )

[goodboyplaydead]

Ah, combat, Young Master Lan?

[ This question comes seemingly out of the blue for him. Not just that but his own style of combat is far detached from what it had once been. He could no longer wield certain weapons, and his strength often made bare-handed combat the better choice. Once he no longer had his chains. ]

I mainly teach archery.

text; after Wen Qing is gone

[sizhui]

Uncle Ning, if you need anything, let me know?

--> action

[goodboyplaydead]

There is no reply for some time, but should Sizhui be in the Lan household, he will eventually hear the sound of a door being opened and the soft shuffle of feet down the hall.

Sizhui's text had only served to confirm a reality that Wen Ning didn't want to accept at first. That he had lost his dear sister once more. It had been foolish to expect her to remain here forever when he knew the truth about her fate, but he had hoped for the miracle all the same. And now, deprived of his tears as always, he is not sure what he should even do.

He does not seek out his nephew for comfort but rather a way to focus on something other than his own sorrow. Naturally, Sizhui would be saddened by Wen Qing's loss as well. He can set his attention to tending to Sizhui.

[action, July event]

[proudpeony]

[After a period of time of being away from others, Jin Ling had decided to take part in some festivities. Naturally, where there is competition, there is Jin Ling doing his best to prove himself. Proudly declaring (to himself) that he would catch the largest super bass, he's stationed in a spot he deemed the best, away from most others. Surely the largest of them all would not be grouped so closely with the others average fish!

Though... he wonders, as he stares at the motionless line of his reel, how sound that logic was.

But he's already into it now, so he won't be giving up! What if someone takes his spot the moment he moves, and then they catch the largest super bass?]

Re: [action, July event]

[goodboyplaydead]

Wen Ning is doing his usual Prisma thing, mainly following around his people from home. Yes, he considers Jin Ling one of those. So when he sees him wander over to the fishing competition, he's not far behind. More of curiosity than concern. Jin Ling show be able to catch fish without much trouble.

Or so he thinks until he spots the desperate fight Jin Ling is waging with the super bass. He's at the junior's side in an instant, using one of his impossibly languid jumps.

But he also knows better than to suddenly snatch Jin Ling's hands or something he's holding without warning. Jin Ling's pride is always something he must consider, lest he risk an even more difficult fight.

"Sect Leader.... allow my assistance..."

Kirk Continuations

[goodboyplaydead]

From https://prismaticalogs.dreamwidth.org/621582.html?thread=81991694#cmt81991694

[goodboyplaydead]

Wen Ning's ears twitch faster. He can't imagine there being a time where Jim didn't have friends. He's such an open and personable figure. Very much like Wei Wuxian. But perhaps slightly less reckless.

"It is... difficult to believe. Your having... challenges with others."

From https://prismaticalogs.dreamwidth.org/683255.html?thread=81991159#cmt81991159

[goodboyplaydead]

"I... used to be... good with horses." Though most tended to give him wide berth now, uncertain of what he was. There was no place for other pets growing up. Not with the delicacy of Wen Qing's work and the frequency of his own misfortunes.