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[cultivatingsin]

Fuck it. Considering we're all stuck here until further notice, being heroic and shit, tell me where you would rather be and what you would rather be doing. I'll go first.

I want to be in a city full of coffins, making dinner for...someone. And myself. No one else. [Take that A-Qing. Take that Song Zichen.] We just finished a successful Night Hunt and we're tired, hungry but happy.

[Is it sad that these are his favorite memories? A city full of coffins, really?]

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[cultivatingsin]

[He hadn't exactly meant...love. Of course he loves Xingchen, but he doesn't expect that love to ever be returned. What he had meant is that they should both just...try. Because if they don't, they are doomed to fail.

And, really, things have to change. Xue Yang knows that in his gut. He isn't a fool.

The idea of seeing Xingchen in person makes him jittery and he flushes harder.]

The...mm... The cafeteria. I can meet you anywhere though. Do you know your way around?

[bright_moon]

[ Love is precious. Xingchen doesn't want Xue Yang to regret feeling that way. ]

I'm learning...but...could you meet me back in...our room?

[cultivatingsin]

[How can he? For the first time, he has experienced actual, no strings attached kindness. He will love Xiao Xingchen until he dies.]

Of course! I'll be there in a few minutes.

[Quicker, actually, because he pushes himself into a run. A limping run. He skids to a halt at their door and opens it, a little out of breath.]

Xingchen.

[bright_moon]

[ Xingchen nods before slowly closing the connection. He sets out a few things, candles for meditation, but also kits to clean their swords. And tea. Well, the makings for tea. He hasn't yet mastered the manner of heating things here.

He hears the limp in that scurrying gait and it makes his heart lurch. He sets out healing lotion, too. ]

Your hip is bothering you again. Let me look at it?

[cultivatingsin]

[Xue Yang comes inside and closes the door behind him. He isn't willing to share his time with his Daozhang with anyone.]

Just because I ran here.

[But he goes to Xingchen obediently, regardless, checking on the man's blindfold.]

You haven't been feeling sad, have you?

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[infirmiere]

I was meant to be going to an exhibit of Caravaggio's last paintings with my boyfriend so I suppose I would rather be there.

[ she hums, considering. ] Actually, there was this club where we saw King Oliver play, I'd like to relive that.

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[cultivatingsin]

Who is Cara...whatever? An artist, I guess? Are they any good?

[He gives her a skeptical look.]

Who the hell is King Oliver?

[infirmiere]

A painter, yes, and a very good one in my opinion but art is subjective.

[ and easy shrug lifts one shoulder and she sips a glass of water. ]

King Oliver is a jazz cornetist, a brass instrument I suspect you might not be familiar with either.

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[michiho]

Oohh, what's a night hunt?? That sounds cool! Is it like a ghost hunt?

[She considers the actual question though

I think I'd kinda want something similar though. A celebratory party with my teacher and my best friend. We just finished cracking another ghost mystery, it's super late at night, and my friend and i will have to sneak back into the dorms soon.

But our teacher looks so happy he helped save someone that it's hard to worry at all about what might come later. For now, it's just him, and us, and some drinks. [She trails off, a bit wistful and dreamy at the end there]

[cultivatingsin]

What subjects does he paint? Anything bloody or violent?

[His judgement of art might be a bit...skewed.]

Is he actually royalty? Musicians usually aren't even nobility.

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[cultivatingsin]

A hunt at night! Cultivators go after demons, monsters and ghosts at that time since they usually sleep during the day. Does that sound like a ghost hunt to you?

[He likes facing feisty enemies - and then finding a way to use them for his own benefit.]

Sounds fun~ You should drink as much as you can handle. Screw the consequences!

[bad_habit]

[That is kinda weird. What is this guy?] Well I'm glad I didn't have to do that, this body has enough personality with just the one.

[That statement gets a toothy laugh from the lanky spider.]

Baby if there's anything I've learned through the years is that according to the 'rules' most of us belong in hell. Some more justified than others.

[infirmiere]

No, he's not really a king. There's no monarchy or nobility where he is from.

[ hopefully she doesn't have to explain the american revolution. ]

Caravaggio though does have a lot of paintings that are bloody and violent. He has a very famous work called Judith Beheading Holofernes, [ she hums, smile slipping across her expression. ] That's my favorite. And there's a few with David holding Goliath's disembodied, still bleeding head.

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[michiho]

[Shockingly, a night hunt is a hunt at night. Who knew!!} A little, yeah! Sounds about right. I wonder why they're more active at night, when there's fewer people to prey on... Maybe they get their energy from the residual energy places generate during the day...?

[She considers this, humming thoughtfully before she laughs brightly]

Right? That's what I'd say! Himeko would definitely scold me and tell me to do things in moderation! I feel like Sensei would be similar but he'd give in easier than Himeko would.

[She laughs again, expression going a bit wistful] I hope others I know show up soon, honestly.

[cultivatingsin]

[Weird, that's what.]

I do like the look of you! [He giggles and tries to get a better view, ever nosy.]

Probably. I met one who doesn't, but he's alone as far as I'm concerned. The rest of us are garbage.

[cultivatingsin]

So the name is just what, an ego boost?

[Well, why not?]

I could call myself an Emperor, then! [Emperor Yang doesn't have the worst ring to it.]

A beheading! Those can be really bloody. [He approves!] Why did he like beheadings so much? I suppose it is the quickest way to kill someone.

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[cultivatingsin]

[Shock. Horror. Gasp.] Evil spirits dislike the sunlight. It bares all of their sins and their evil qi isn't nearly as powerful in it. For ghosts that could mean the difference between manifesting and...not.

[He cocks his head at the laughter, arching a brow.]

Don't listen to Himeko. A special occasion is a special occasion. If you want to keep celebrating here, I could keep you company.

[Worst idea ever.]

They might or they might not. You'll probably see them again if your world isn't destroyed.

[bad_habit]

That's fair. I know a couple of those. [Like if Charlie hadn't been born there she probably wouldn't be there. Poor lil' fella.] But not a lot. Most of us are indeed garbage but hey, garbage is more fun.

[Angel used to do a lot of cam show stuff, so he knows all his best angles and when the other is clearly trying to get a peak Angel scoots back just a little so he can get a better view. Perfectly squaring himself in the camera.]

I'm the best lookin' thing in this joint. As usual. [Or at least the weirdest looking... And so modest clearly~]

[infirmiere]

You could, who is going to contradict you?

[ go for it, dude! ]

[cultivatingsin]

I understand garbage. The genuine ones are scary in comparison. [Why do they act? For the good of humanity? What is that? He doesn't understand.

Aw hi~ Xue Yang beams, flashing some impressive fang-like canine teeth. Yep. Totally normal. Though technically those teeth are natural.]

Daozhang is prettier, but I'd say you're second best~

[cultivatingsin]

Anyone from my world, probably. [Still he's tempted.]

[bad_habit]

[Right? Like what are their true motives. It has to be some sort of self serving. But hey, to each their own.] Same, least I know I'm amongst friends in this fucked up world.

[Ouch, but fair hey the gawking is nice. He has to admit he's been a little attention starved since he got here. He's very unsure how the big pink spider thing is going over with the other residents.

He's been called an alien a lot. Which isn't as hurtful as some of the other things he's been called in his lifetime at least.]

[cultivatingsin]

[And when it's not self-serving, that's when he wants to know their hearts even more. Only Xiao Xingchen has puzzled him to that degree. And somewhere along the way of trying to understand the white-clad Cultivator, he fell in love with him. Damn his luck.]

How many limbs do you have? That has to be useful~

[bad_habit]

[Well good news! He's entirely self serving. So there's no needing to work things out about him. All fairly surface.

Really? Well there are probably gonna be a lot of that going around here it feels. At least from the limited people Angel has met, the nonselfserving that is. He has no idea about the love part, he doesn't do that as a general rule.]

Eight all together. Six arms and two legs. Though I don't usually use all my arms all the time. [Four are clearly visible, as are his legs. One set of arms usually stays folded up at his side buried in a thick layer of pink fluff.]

It is pretty freakin' useful. Makes clean up at dinner a breeze so if you're makin' buns, I got it covered~

[cultivatingsin]

[Xue Yang doesn't do love either. Or, at least, he didn't. Then a cute Cultivator in white treated him like a human being and he genuinely liked his company. Who can blame him for falling head over heels? It's Xiao Xingchen's fault, really.]

Wow. You could wield six swords! [...and that's all that clearly matters.]

Good. I hate clean up. The best part of any meal is eating the food. [The dishes should clean themselves.]