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lifeaftr2019-11-21 10:02 pm
afterthemoment) wrote in lifeaftr2019-11-21 10:02 pm
Open (+ 1 closed prompt)
Who: Wei Wuxian and others!
What: Arriving on the island, meeting up with a couple of fellow newbies, ill-advised lorby hunting, and meeting people, basically!
When: From 11/20 until the end of the month.
Where: Various locations on Enso
Warnings: Mentions of open wounds and potential infection, allusions to PTSD and potential violence in the second prompt, bad hygiene in the third prompt? Will update as needed as we go!
A. 11/20 - Arrival on Enso - E0 to start; closed to Lan Wangji and/or Miu Hinasaki (cw: minor injuries)
[At first glance, Wei Wuxian looks like some dark malevolent ghost that just crawled out of the ocean only to unceremoniously die again on shore. His black robes are completely soaked, his thick, black hair a dripping stringy mess arranged into some kind of haphazard manbun. The ghostly white powder makeup and red rouge on his face are currently running down it in garish streaks, adding to the somewhat eerie sight. He's covered from head to toe in grains of sand; a state made somewhat concerning by the fact he has two sets of open cuts on his wrists, one of the incisions looking fairly deep.
All this ocean water and sand can't possibly be good for someone with open wounds but the man doesn't seem to be showing much in the way of life. Upon closer inspection, it's clear from the rise and fall of his chest that he's breathing, if still unconscious. Sleeping beauty here might need to be roused.
Or alternatively, Wei Wuxian could be ignored in favor of trying to ransack empty cargo barrels entrapt in the sand. Just step over him, it's fine!]
B. 11/21 - Lorblings (cw: PTSD, extreme survivalist mentality?)
[Of the three members of Wei Wuxian's newly formed little party, he's probably the most experienced with survival situations. Or at least, so he thinks. If nothing else, he has the sense to pool their meager resources and ration out what little food they have for as long as possible and knows that they have to secure more resources as soon as possible before they run out.
So it's with that mission in mind that Wei Wuxian ventures away from the makeshift camp he's set up for himself, Miu, and Lan Wangji in the island's wilderness and out into the jungle on his own. He'd emptied his pack of its contents, leaving the various supplies it'd contained back at camp to make room for any edibles he might find.
Given that Wei Wuxian knows precious little about the local flora and fauna in this place, it's a risky endeavor at best but he's never been one to shy away from risk, especially when others are counting on him to keep them safe somehow. There's an oddly distant expression on his now-clean face as he heads through the jungle, his eyes focused on a time and place that doesn't seem to be quite where he is right this moment.
So when Wei Wuxian stumbles across the wormlike creatures in the underbrush, he doesn't see them as anything more than a potential food source to hunt. They're noisy, bizarre little things and their shrieking is already giving him a painful headache but he learned the hard way that when one's hungry enough, any food will do. The young maiden might complain but it's better than starvation. The only weapons he has right now are his bare hands. Those will have to do, too.
Wei Wuxian balls his fist, preparing to strike. ]
C. Wandering civilization - 11/22 and beyond
[At some point, Wei Wuxian stumbles his way out Enso's wilderness and into the more civilized parts of the island. His hair, now gathered into a simple ponytail, is a tangled mess of knots, bits of leaf, and twigs, having not seen a comb in days. His black robes are pretty filthy with dirt and who knows what else. There's dirt and scratches on his skin wherever visible and judging from the smell, he hasn't bathed at all in several days.
Really, none of this is the impression that Wei Wuxian wants to make when meeting new people for the first time but beggars can't be choosers and it's going to take more than simple survival skills to get by here. No, he needs to gather information and form some sort of useful connections here, if not for himself, than for those he's placed under his charge and protection.
So now there is a literal stinky gremlin man in black robes just wandering around the outskirts of various buildings on Enso, grinning and waving enthusiastically at every single person he happens to see in the immediate area, and generally making a lot of noise.]
Hello! Hello! Can anyone tell me where I can find food? Or clothes? Or shelter? Or a bath or a doctor? I could really use a bath and a doctor.
[The cuts on his wrists, bandaged simply with cloth strips torn from the clothes he or his party members have been wearing, are pretty inflamed after his wilderness trek, but they're covered now, at least.]
D. Wildcard
[If there's something else you'd rather do with Wei Wuxian, feel free to hit me up via PM, on Plurk at mimarin, or on Discord at Mimarin#7493!]
What: Arriving on the island, meeting up with a couple of fellow newbies, ill-advised lorby hunting, and meeting people, basically!
When: From 11/20 until the end of the month.
Where: Various locations on Enso
Warnings: Mentions of open wounds and potential infection, allusions to PTSD and potential violence in the second prompt, bad hygiene in the third prompt? Will update as needed as we go!
A. 11/20 - Arrival on Enso - E0 to start; closed to Lan Wangji and/or Miu Hinasaki (cw: minor injuries)
[At first glance, Wei Wuxian looks like some dark malevolent ghost that just crawled out of the ocean only to unceremoniously die again on shore. His black robes are completely soaked, his thick, black hair a dripping stringy mess arranged into some kind of haphazard manbun. The ghostly white powder makeup and red rouge on his face are currently running down it in garish streaks, adding to the somewhat eerie sight. He's covered from head to toe in grains of sand; a state made somewhat concerning by the fact he has two sets of open cuts on his wrists, one of the incisions looking fairly deep.
All this ocean water and sand can't possibly be good for someone with open wounds but the man doesn't seem to be showing much in the way of life. Upon closer inspection, it's clear from the rise and fall of his chest that he's breathing, if still unconscious. Sleeping beauty here might need to be roused.
Or alternatively, Wei Wuxian could be ignored in favor of trying to ransack empty cargo barrels entrapt in the sand. Just step over him, it's fine!]
B. 11/21 - Lorblings (cw: PTSD, extreme survivalist mentality?)
[Of the three members of Wei Wuxian's newly formed little party, he's probably the most experienced with survival situations. Or at least, so he thinks. If nothing else, he has the sense to pool their meager resources and ration out what little food they have for as long as possible and knows that they have to secure more resources as soon as possible before they run out.
So it's with that mission in mind that Wei Wuxian ventures away from the makeshift camp he's set up for himself, Miu, and Lan Wangji in the island's wilderness and out into the jungle on his own. He'd emptied his pack of its contents, leaving the various supplies it'd contained back at camp to make room for any edibles he might find.
Given that Wei Wuxian knows precious little about the local flora and fauna in this place, it's a risky endeavor at best but he's never been one to shy away from risk, especially when others are counting on him to keep them safe somehow. There's an oddly distant expression on his now-clean face as he heads through the jungle, his eyes focused on a time and place that doesn't seem to be quite where he is right this moment.
So when Wei Wuxian stumbles across the wormlike creatures in the underbrush, he doesn't see them as anything more than a potential food source to hunt. They're noisy, bizarre little things and their shrieking is already giving him a painful headache but he learned the hard way that when one's hungry enough, any food will do. The young maiden might complain but it's better than starvation. The only weapons he has right now are his bare hands. Those will have to do, too.
Wei Wuxian balls his fist, preparing to strike. ]
C. Wandering civilization - 11/22 and beyond
[At some point, Wei Wuxian stumbles his way out Enso's wilderness and into the more civilized parts of the island. His hair, now gathered into a simple ponytail, is a tangled mess of knots, bits of leaf, and twigs, having not seen a comb in days. His black robes are pretty filthy with dirt and who knows what else. There's dirt and scratches on his skin wherever visible and judging from the smell, he hasn't bathed at all in several days.
Really, none of this is the impression that Wei Wuxian wants to make when meeting new people for the first time but beggars can't be choosers and it's going to take more than simple survival skills to get by here. No, he needs to gather information and form some sort of useful connections here, if not for himself, than for those he's placed under his charge and protection.
So now there is a literal stinky gremlin man in black robes just wandering around the outskirts of various buildings on Enso, grinning and waving enthusiastically at every single person he happens to see in the immediate area, and generally making a lot of noise.]
Hello! Hello! Can anyone tell me where I can find food? Or clothes? Or shelter? Or a bath or a doctor? I could really use a bath and a doctor.
[The cuts on his wrists, bandaged simply with cloth strips torn from the clothes he or his party members have been wearing, are pretty inflamed after his wilderness trek, but they're covered now, at least.]
D. Wildcard
[If there's something else you'd rather do with Wei Wuxian, feel free to hit me up via PM, on Plurk at mimarin, or on Discord at Mimarin#7493!]