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Event Twenty-Five.

I'd like to creep into the wood
And see the bonnets blue,
And hear the bluebells ringing loud,
I wish I could -- don't you?

t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands.

It's probably fine. Don't mind it at all. It's not like it's hard to ignore a little flower.

(At least, not until the effects start to kick in. Better go rescue the people in the well before they do.)

Oh, right. Even the people in the well have flowers, so... things are going to be a little ridiculous very quickly, when all of those side effects kick in. Have fun!

Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event!

If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[ What.... was that all about? He scratches his head. Oh well! ]

I was wrong! Those flowers in your hair are sort of cute, actually! Hahaha!

[ Holding these flowers in his hands, he realizes that the ones in his hair actually are getting canceled out. Actually, they're both seemingly canceling each other out. In short, with all six flowers, he is more or less back to himself -- just that his feelings are very, very neutral. ]

Ah. Do they. Mmn. [ This is an improvement. ] Good.

[ Now that all of his hatred has melted away, it occurs to him that Shen Qingqiu is still behaving strangely. The silliness has gone, hank goodness. Even in his normal state he would have had a difficult time coping with such a thing as a compliment battle. But this preternatural calm is almost more alarming. Is this how the man behaves when he's murderous? Cold and calculated?

If Shen Qingqiu went on a killing spree, wouldn't it be difficult for anyone to survive? The man's cultivation is high, after all. ]

Er. How are you feeling right now?

[ If necessary, he can always try to snatch his hate-flowers back. ]

Calm.

[ His thoughts aren't filled with pink. If he had to give it a color, he supposes that it's grey. One flower that is all about love; one flower that's about hate. It ends up making a weird feeling for him where he just is "okay" with everything. Again! It is an improvement from before. ]

Thank you for the flowers. [ He adds: ] They seemed like they were going to cause you pain.

Er... haha. Something like that.

[ He rubs the back of his neck. It was more like they were going to cause other people pain, but anyway... ]

You seem a little less happy, though. Than you were before. Maybe.... maybe I should....

[ Take them back, is what he was going to say, but would that be an improvement? Murderous hatred isn't a good look on him, he's self-aware enough to know this. ]

Maybe we should try to alter the flowers' effects, somehow. Neutralize them.

Because I am.

[ Calm, calm, calm. ]

The flowers I have [ Shen Qingqiu lifts his hand to gesture to his hair. ] made me love everything. These ones want me to hate everything. They've successfully canceled out anything troublesome to be said or done.

[ So, don't worry? ] This is fine.

[ Shen Qingqiu usually bears the outward appearance of calm, but over time he's begun to recognize that as more of a front than the man's actual state of mind. But this preternatural placidity feels very wrong. ]

Anything troublesome...

[ ... ]

So if I were to borrow this, that wouldn't bother you at all?

[ He makes a grab seemingly for a flower, but his hand takes a sudden turn and goes for the fan. ]

[ GIVE THAT BACK, WIFI!!! ]

Mn.

[ A very slight nod. ]

Go right ahead.

[ He takes the fan out of Shen Qingqiu's unresisting fingers—and then borrows the man's signature move, to bop him over the head with it. And than... give it back. He's not a fan person. ]

I'm really very worried about you, A-Qiu! What if somebody asked you to fulfill Quest 67 right now? If you'd give up your precious fan so easily, you'd go right along with that as well!

[ Your worry is reasonable and a good concern, but also, how dare!

Like any good director's commentary, he just is commenting to the empty space!! ]

Probably.

[ He really can't argue that point. He doesn't have any great big feelings for anything right now. ]

It'll be for the state of the town, right? I don't really care, but it'll be fine.

[ He resists the urge to take the fan back, and hit the man repeatedly with it. But this is his fault, after all. He'd given Shen Qingqiu these flowers. Even when he "loved everything," he cared enough to argue back (even if the arguing was inane). Now it's as if nothing matters.

He could take the flowers he'd given back, but... now that he's free of their influence, he recalls how close to fulfilling Quest 67 he'd actually come. If he'd picked one more flower, or been provoked one more time....

Well, there's only one thing left to do. ]

If you don't care about that, then surely you won't care about this, either.

[ He reaches to pluck the flowers from Shen Qingqiu's hair and his hand, all five flowers if he can reach them.

...that's right, five. Because one of the flowers in the man's hair, he can't get to. ]

[ Fuck. It's back to valley-girl time!!

The last flower is the one he started with. It's the one that fills his head with a great amount of love and he just hates it. Really, he can't stress enough that he didn't realize that when he isn't stressing about this or that, and focused on how nice and wonderful everything is -- he can actually be quite an idiot!! What the fuck is that about?! ]

You took them all back, again. You must really like flowers, Wifi.

[ He stares at the bouquet in his hands... ]

[ ....how did it get there? ]

No! I hate them!

[ He doesn't know why, but for some reason, he just does. Time to set fire to these things. He yanks out a fire talisman from his sleeve and hurls it at the flowers... ]

Ow!

[ While he's still holding them.

Because, with this magnolia in his bouquet, he's an idiot. ]

Oh no.

[ Do something! ]

That's a fire.

[ Oh. My. God. ]

You shouldn't be holding it. [ And he slaps the flowers with his own hand to get them out of Wei Wuxian's. Why is it that when his head is filled with love that he ends up being quite dumb? He wonders what that says about anything -- love is blind, but it also lowers the IQ. Should he say sorry about how Ning Yingying seemed to be a fluffy-headed girl in the original novel now that he understands what it is like?! Probably!! ]

Edited 2019-07-28 02:44 (UTC)

DON'T TOUCH MY FLOWERS!

[ Too late! The flaming flowers (that he hates) are knocked from his hand, to the ground, where they burn to a nice crisp. Now they're a bunch of dead flowers. Well, even though they're dead (and he hates them) they're his flowers, not this idiot next to him. He stoops down right away, and gathers them all up again. ]

[ ...

Now he has a bouquet of dead flowers, exactly what you'd give someone you hate, the perfect symbol of love gone wrong. He looks up, from beneath his lashes, at the exquisite person standing before him. ]

Are you hurt, my love?

[ He reaches out, to take Shen Qingqiu's elegant hand in his, and examine it for burns. ]

[ Ah, shit. ]

A little.

[ That is kind of what happens when one takes a swing at fire, dumbass!

His hand is taken and the skin is a little red and tender due to shoving his hand in fire. Shen Qingqiu on the inside of his heart is rubbing his face, a lot. ]

... eh? "My love?"

[ Notice this fucking shit sooner! ]

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4/4 (the magnolia is making ME stupid)

OUR SHARED ONE BRAINCELL DOING ITS BEST

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