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Wei Wuxian ([personal profile] espritdecorpse) wrote in [community profile] awashlogs 2018-11-24 02:21 am (UTC)

1: Waking up is hard to do

[ He'd have mistaken the way he's currently feeling for a hangover, except there's no liquor in the village, that he's been able to obtain. His bed feels terribly hard, and he’s freezing. He's had bouts of feeling chilled to his core for the last week, but this is the worst. He plucks at his blanket, but it seems to be missing for some reason. Therefore he’s sleepily going to be grabbing and cuddling the warmest thing within reach, which is you. ]


2: Ice sculpture (closed to Pyra)

[ Constructed entirely of ice, every part of this castle glitters, illuminated by the long rays of the winter sunshine. Inside, all light is tinged an eerie, glacial blue, which somehow manages to make more beautiful all of the intricate decorations. But one such decoration, a piece of statuary, doesn’t seem to fit in. It’s a figure of a man, clad in a cross-collared shirt and trousers. He is seated on the floor against a diamond-patterned ice wall. One leg is pulled up, the other extended, and his head lolls forwards, with his long locks of hair hanging down like icicles. Wei Wuxian's magical ice shard was very near to his heart to begin with, and now he has frozen over entirely. ]


3: Ice sculpture part two electric boogaloo (open to all)

[ This fellow isn’t frozen over, but he sure looks close to it. He’s motionless, and while he hasn’t yet turned to ice, snow is sticking to his hair and his clothes. He’s perched on one side of an ice bench, with a perfect amount of room for another person to sit close beside him. His hair is swept away from his cheek and he’s sitting with his head tilted. His expression is one of heavy-lidded coy melancholy, and his lips are slightly pursed. Don’t you want to kiss this guy? He’s not faking or anything, honest! ]


4: Busted

Heeeeeey! Let me ooooooout!

[ Wei Wuxian is wailing, trapped behind bars, alone in the dungeon. Was he imprisoned by the knights? Hmmm. In any case, he alternates between reaching through the bars and straining towards the keyring placed just out of reach; sending spiritual energy through his palms and trying to melt the walls; and loudly whining. ]

I’m sorry, okay! I’m sorrrrrry! I really am! I’ve learned my lesson, so please let me out!

[ Wait, why is he apologizing? What did he do? Pitifully, he whines: ]

It’s c-c-c-c-cold in here!


5: Smash the throne (For more information about the throne as the source of malevolent energy in the castle see mod comment here. ICly this happens on day 6 of the event.)

CLAP!

Ssssssssssss…..


[ If you happen to set foot in the throne room, you might find a man sticking little rectangular pieces of paper to the ice throne and clapping. The papers catch fire and there’s a whole lot of hissing and….. not much else. They fizzle and go out. He plucks a cloth bag from his sleeve and opens it, first scrabbling inside and then turning it upside down and dumping it out. ]

Ugh. I’m out.

[ He stuffs the bag back into his sleeve and sighs, blowing this long bangs out of his face. He kicks the throne—and hurts his foot. He hops up and down holding it, and promptly slips on the ice. ]

You!

[ He’s sprawled on the ground, but as soon as he catches sight of you, his head comes up and he’s on his feet once more, scrambling and sliding over to you and grabbing your arm, while happily chattering: ]

Come here, come here! Got any powers? Give me a hand with this, come on!


6: All he's missing is a pole

So hot!

[ It's cold. It's still really, really cold. But this guy is trying to undo his sash and untie his shirt. It takes him a while, because for some reason his fingers aren't working the way they should.

His reward (?) for destroying the throne was a sensation of comfort and warmth. It was the best he'd felt since being transported to this wretched, frosty castle—until hypothermia set in, because he isn't actually warm. Like many hypothermic people, he's become confused, mistaking the sensation of freezing to death for being overheated. Thus, he's taking off all his clothes. ]


Ha! Muuuuuuch better.

[ His shirt's off and now he's reaching for his trousers. Somebody stop this guy. Please. ]

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