[mingle] the space (january).

[fracturamods]

interim mingle

( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )

There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.

When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently?

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.

You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin.

There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:

There's still much more ahead of you.

Comments

[twitter]

[ haha

but she stops what she's doing when he speaks, and hajime gives him a little wave ]

Oh, I just lost someone.

[twitter]

[ from elsewhere...

well, he's obviously hiding something, but hajime just goes for the "pretend he didn't say anything weird" route and carries on. ]

I guess we're going to have to find out! Mystery, mystery...

[ittoryu]

Of course, of course.

[he'll make his own attempts to climb back up, then, with his free hand.]

[rateup]

So what do we do till then?

[descried]

[he sighs.]

... Not like I had anywhere to be anyway, so I guess it could be worse.

[though wow he made friends for the first time in years and he's already lost them]

Must suck for people in the middle of something, though.

[goldenrepair]

You're really trying to pretend you have a thick face about this? [He's going to end up making an attempt at kicking Baren's ass.] Yelling and kicking that like a child isn't helping any of us!

[His fingers lift to the index finger of the opposite hand, but... the thing he wants to twist isn't there at all, so he drops his hand again. Dammit!]

[reloves]

[ See, she can get behind that last point. Despite her dramatics, Minako would also like clarity. But since it seems like they're not going to get that, discussing it is a moot point and waitasecondwhatdidshejustsay-- ]

Are you saying people called you a cursed being meant for hell back home?! [ Talk about harsh. ] Geez, anyone who'd say that to someone else has got to be a real jerk!

[rateup]

[ it's easier to pull shigure up now, but tbh he'd be doing more work than itaru, who's this close to giving out. once the guy's fully secured on the roof, itaru collapses on his butt to catch his breath. ]

God... Either you're heavy or my arms don't have what it takes.

[goldenrepair]

[He opens his mouth, but immediately realizes he doesn't want to admit he doesn't know.] Possibly. [He... keeps stalking after Royce toward the mirror, though he does stand a few yards off to watch.] It doesn't make sense.

I'm not an emperor.

no

[genrouzan]

We have boats? And my group has a method of air travel but...

[ he shrugs! ]

This is new.

[ittoryu]

[itaru tried so hard... shigure appreciates it!]

Hahaha, perhaps you should work out more, my friend!

[ittoryu]

Ah, an airship? I've been on those before! The future era had those "cargo buses", and Aldo has his Riftbreaker... Hahaha, but those are still all beyond my time.

[deadened]

[he probably doesn't! wen ning looks a little uncomfortable at that thought, but he's just... pretending he didn't hear it... it's fine don't worry about it. he just nods in return, though he also looks slightly confused at the name.]

Kangai, then. Is- is it really all right to just call you by that...?

[does he only have the one name, wen ning isn't used to this!!]

[descried]

[it's fine wen ning it's a fake name anyway]

Why wouldn't it be?

[goldenrepair]

[There's a long pause, and then Wei Wuxian can feel and hear the clattering of all of the shit that scattered as Jiang Cheng stands up among it. The soft, solid thump of him dusting off the purple and black robes.

But then there's nothing. A longer pause than before.

Starting low, voice as terse and taut:] Wei WuxiAN!! [One or two of the precarious decorations tumbles down the mountain of crap from the growl.]

GET UP!

[Too late. The hands are shooting back into the mess to grab Wei Wuxian by the collar and drag him out.]

[deadened]

I don't usually meet anyone with... with just the one. It must be more common elsewhere.

[everything is weird here, he can go with this.]

[descried]

You're Chinese, right? Then yeah, it's a cultural thing. We usually just call people by their first name where I'm from.

[goldenrepair]

[Just when Jiang Cheng thought things couldn't get any worse: Wen Ning, of all people, hurdles directly into him.

He hears the metal chains first, stopping dead in his tracks and staring into the middle distance for a few seconds as he tries to make out what the fuck--

Wen Ning does both, falling right on top of him where he's standing. He lets out a strangled yell of surprise when he goes down into the snow, making a Jiang Cheng-shaped imprint. His hand grabs the hilt of his sword, but it's the familiar title that makes me less inclined to spin over and yank it out.

Instead, sits instantly up at the waist like a crypt sleeper, glaring enough to melt all the snow. His hands clamp stiffly around the wiggling chains.] BE STILL! [Luckily for Wen Ning, his fingers seem to be missing something important. Sad.]

You...

[Wait a fucking minute here. The anger zooms away in favor of shock. Wen... Wen Ning? Did someone put makeup on Wen Ning?! Did he visit a mortician?!]

Why are you...?!

[deadened]

I- I don't know!

[He gives his head a quick shake, and while he does hold still for a few whole seconds-- he's chalking up the fact that he has yet to be stabbed to Jiang Cheng's shock. This definitely doesn't mean he'll continue not being stabbed, so he's right back to work trying to get them untangled. Wen Ning isn't in any shape to fight him off, not like this.]

I j-just arrived like this, I... don't know what's happened either.

[deadened]

I see...

[on the plus side, he totally will not identify it as being a fake name either, so! wen ning just nods.]

It's strange to think we could be brought here from different places, b-but-- thank you. For letting me come with you.

[amberspirit]

[He sort of just... stares a bit in surprise. As if things weren't strange already.]

You heard that?

[amberspirit]

A large one. It was something given back. Something that may have been stolen.

[Why a dog, don't ask him.]

[amberspirit]

[Yeah, he already regrets not running for his life. Quickly, he takes two steps back and away from the fingers after they tap at his neck. Reaching up, he covers the tattoo with one hand, trying not to wince against the sting.]

Stop. [No bully.] It's none of your business.

[descried]

It's not really something you need to thank me for. We're helping each other out, right?

[reloves]

Well, it just doesn't really look special? [ She says it so simply too. Like for some reason it doesn't even dawn upon her that it's not exactly the most flattering thing to tell someone else. ] Like a store NPC in a videogame! Those are usually pretty generic.