Event Seventeen.

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I went to the wood and got it; I sat me down to look for it And brought it home because I couldn’t find it.

he magical vines creep ever onward, slowly infringing upon the Town. No matter how many are chopped down, no matter how many are set on fire, they keep coming even so. And slowly, one by one, the people in the Town start to fall to the curse that they bring along with them. Stay and tend to the cursed? Venture out into the woods to find the castle at the source of these vines? Whatever you choose to do, you'd better decide quickly; the curse only seems to get worse and worse the longer everyone is afflicted. Welcome to Awash's seventeenth 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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[holycurse]

Nobody's prayed to me in a looooooong, long time.....

[He sighs, dramatically--extra dramatic because he's finished this second bowl of porridge and is feeling kinda out of it.]

....Food is nice.

[shizun]

That means you should pray to him.

[ Like he has to make such a thing so obvious, but he feels like it. ]

This teacher doesn't slur his words. He is speaking fine. [ Once more, he is back to fanning himself. But he is also laughing behind his fan a little. ]

And Xie Lian's dearest husband should pray for... happiness, right?

1/2

[espritdecorpse]

[ He turns. There's something about the way Xie Lian said that — independent of the dramatic sigh — that gives him pause. There are all sorts of people here in Chroma. Maybe.... ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ ...

No, that's ridiculous. Still, it's not like he's going to resist such a request. So he disentangles himself from Shen Qingqiu's (drunken) grasp and slides down to the floor, so he can kneel at the "god's" feet. ]

Xie Lian...

[ he kowtows. ]

I pray for your happiness.

1/2?

[holycurse]

[................wait

Wwwwwwait just a minute, because all the gears in his head seem to have stopped turning for a second.]

2/3??

[holycurse]

[Wei Wuxian is kowtowing to him?

And praying to him.

For him?

...."Dearest husband" is praying to and for him. Which means, like, he's praying to a god, for his wife?

.......]

[holycurse]

[..................!?]

done

[holycurse]

[Aaaaand his face is in his hands now.]

Don't--no, do? I-I-I-I'm just a scrap god, I can't...!

[Or can he--he's not thinking straight enough to answer that, sorry.]

[shizun]

Scrap god?

[ ??????????

His giggling over his new nickname for Wei Wuxian settles some. ]

But you're our favorite god. [ He looks to the kowtowing man as he keeps fanning himself. Right? ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ He looks up from his bow, grinning. ]

That's right, you are!

[ He scrambles back up to his feet and turns and plops himself back down on the sofa—this time between Xie Lian and Shen Qingqiu. If he winds up on one or both of your laps, he's not sorry. ]

Our favorite god, I mean, not a scrap god! Should we build you a temple?

[holycurse]

[Xie Lian still has his face buried in his hands, so his voice might be a little muffled, but.

He peeks one eye out through a crack in his fingers.]

.....For me?

[shizun]

[ Time to shuffle himself off to the side, but he aches and his head aches! And they're alive! He is going to be clinging to one of them eventually. Unfortunately, he forgot -- or rather did not realize he was getting drunk -- about how sticky he gets when he has had a few. ]

For Xie Lian! Our favorite god.

[ He adds: ]

We'll get curtains.

[espritdecorpse]

[ He leans over and imitates Xie Lian's through-the-fingers gaze, looking him in the eye. ]

You certainly do the blushing bride thing well! Hahahaha!

[ If Shen Qingqiu wants to cling to him, that's fine; he's sticky himself, even when he's stone cold sober. ]

I can draw a portrait of you, how about that? Wait, I already did! Except somebody took it because he wants to look at it all the time, so I'd better draw another!

[holycurse]

Curtains.....for the door?

[What are curtains for? He just doesn't know. Seeing Wuxian peeking through his fingers like that is apparently funny enough to get Xie Lian to laugh, though, finally uncovering his own face.]

A holy portrait for the offering table! Two holy portraits? And incense! Pyra found incense for me~ and tea!

[He leeeeaaanns against Wuxian--or more like collapses onto him? Like he's got no bones.]

[shizun]

[ He swats Wei Wuxian's arm. ]

I keep it in a drawer at my bed. I don't look at it all the time, okay? [ If he were sober, he would have realized how that sounded. But as he is not, he merely is defending how often he looks at it. ]

I could find a table? A table should be easy? There are woods. [ He rests his head on Xie Lian now that he's become a pillow on Wei Wuxian. ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ He catches Xie Lian in his arms as he collapses bonelessly against him. He’s perfectly content to let Shen Qingqiu lean across him also. He’s always been the sort of person who likes being close to people, so being sandwiched together like this is something he’s really enjoying. He’s also feeling a pleasant euphoria after eating so much spice.

He sighs, happily, his fingers twirling through Xie Lian’s hair. ]

Sounds like you’ll have everything you need, dearest wife!

1/

[holycurse]

[Xie Lian sighs too, content to just lie here and enjoy the moment. Even drunk, he knows it's been ages since he last got to feel anything like this, lying against someone else, having someone else lie against him, feeling hands in his hair....

...Probably not since his mother was alive. His smile dampens just a bit, for just a short moment.]

My very own temple, with--with tables, and worshipers, and tasty offerings....

[holycurse]

--And then I'll have power again!

[Excitedly throwing out his limbs in a big ol' cheer! He might've broken something in kicking distance.]

3/3

[holycurse]

[Aaaand then he slumps even more bonelessly into Wuxian's lap, like that sudden outburst never happened.)]

That'd be nice.

[shizun]

[ He reaches out to lightly pat the top of Xie Lian's head. ]

Be certain to listen to everyone in the Heavenly Realm. If you cause trouble and get kicked out, that's a good way to becoming a demon.

[ The tone he used was, of course, good-natured with a hint of teasing. ]

Wifi, you make sure your dearest wife behaves. [ It was nice to give advice in this manner. Nice to give fun advice that could be laughed about. ]

[espritdecorpse]

[ The things within kicking distance that Xie Lian might have broken were his legs; fortunately Wei Wuxian is not particularly drunk and very good at dodging. He waits until Xie Lian slumps again before he relaxes. ]

Who would kick out dearest wife? Anyone who dared, I’d march right up to the heavens and drag them out!

[ He pats Xie Lian’s head too, probably patting Shen Qingqiu’s hand a bit as well. ]

Even if he did become a demon, he’d be a nice demon.

[ Why is Shen Qingqiu still mispronouncing his name? It’s like a weird nickname, which okay fine. But it feels like the man is laughing at his own joke, which is annoying! ]

[holycurse]

["If you cause trouble and get kicked out--" Xie Lian stiffens immediately once those words register, a frown forming on his face as he....well it actually takes another moment before he suddenly pushes himself off the sofa, but he does!

Almost loses his balance!

Turns to face them--might've moved too quick again, he's swaying--]

They can't kick me out again, I just got back! An' I'm not a demon, I'm still an offal--an offizal--a god!!

[He stomps his foot!

Luckily he's too off-balance to Rumpelstiltskin-stomp his leg right through the floor, but. Might've gotten pretty close to it there.]

[shizun]

Who would kick Xie Lian out, ah? And yes, a nice demon, ah?

[ Shen Qingqiu lightly bumps his shoulder against Wei Wuxian's, agreeing that he could not think of anyone that would do such a thing -- eh?!

His head lifts up as he holds his arms straight out in front of him as soon as the aforementioned Xie Lian is suddenly standing up! Weren't they all getting ready to take a nap together?

If he was feeling a little more like himself, he would have died at thinking something like that so casually! ]

... again?! How could you get kicked out of the Heavenly Realm? Xie Lian, now that you're back, you should apologize...

[espritdecorpse]

[ He wants to roll on the floor and laugh until tears flow down his cheeks, but he's spent enough time with drunks to know that will just agitate the poor man. Instead he leaps up, on purpose to steady and lead his "wife" back to the sofa. ]

Apologize? [ He shoots a scolding glance at Shen Qingqiu. ] You make it sound like it was dearest wife's fault. Obviously it was those other stuffy "offizals." Hahaha! Now sit down, sit down, we were all cozy.

1/2

[holycurse]

[Xie Lian still looks pretty unhappy, pouting as he stomps the floor again. For emphasis!]

It is my fault! It's aaaallll my fault! But this time I'll make them lose their bets, just you wait!

[There's a noticeable little crater under his foot now...sorry about your house, Shifu.]