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北堂墨染 || Beitang Moran ([personal profile] beitangmoran) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2021-09-08 02:32 pm

The best alibi

WHO: Beitang Moran, Wen Qing, Wei Wuxian, and OPEN
WHEN: Juste before and during the heist on Urbano's quarters for the map.
WHERE: Some halls in the Doxe's palace/
WHAT: Moran decides to be the alibi and the distraction for his more heist-minded colleagues.
WARNINGS: Lecherous old men?


[1.A Exchanged at birth - For Wei Wuxian]

[Both Beitang Moran and Wei Wuxian have marveled at their own physical resemblance before, but their has never been an occasion to put it to use, any confusion having been, so far, accidental.

Not so anymore. If they are to succeed, then Wei Wuxian needs to be free of his movements for hours at a time, uninterrupted. And thankfully, Moran has taken early steps, upon arrival, of being mostly secluded in his own rooms. Between that and the rumors of his ill health he can easily spin a tale of being too tired and resting in his apartments while donning Wei Wuxian's garb and walking around in it conspicuously enough to be noticed.

Now all that is needed is to actually exchange robes, which can be done discreetly in Moran's quarters where he expects his twin from another world. Surely, someone with Wei Wuxian's ingenuity will be able to come in unnoticed.]





[1.B Exchanged at birth - in public / Open]

[Moran honestly doesn't really give much of a thought to what he's wearing on most day, and the dress is not uncomfortable per se, but he realizes easily enough why Wei Wuxian shifted to this kind of attire instead of the more masculine one. The amount of people who have been trying to touch him inappropriately in the past hour is quite honestly staggering, and while a glare has been enough to stop many of them, it hasn't stopped everyone.

And just then, Moran dodges another hand that seemed to be heading straight for his crotch.]


Sir! That is wholly unnecessary if all you require is a blessing.




[2. Gambling on reputation - For Wen Qing]

[The second part of the plan required a few days to put into place, but that was easy enough. A few rumors that the newly arrived seer, courted by the Attaryl but not yet won to their side, was very fond of that new chess game he had learned, and then an invitation sent to Don Urbano for a game over a glass of wine, and with... company.

Lady Wen has been most agreeable to consent to participate in this. And Moran would usually see this as the kind of intellectual games he is so fond of, but it is a bit different when there are other participants, and as they make their way towards one of the palazzo's salons, set aside for their use, he asks.]


Are you certain you want to go through with this, lady Wen? The man, from all accounts, might behave quite rudely, and I might have to pretend to as well.
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[personal profile] silverneedles 2021-09-16 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ For most of her life, Wen Qing was afforded a certain amount of freedom that came with being an esteemed member of her uncle's court, even if she had to deal with her uncle and her extended family, and it wasn't freedom so much as a different type of cage. The possibility of marriage always loomed for her, although mostly in the distant future, or as a threat to remove her from Wen Ning.

Now, it's different. She's doing this for good reason, to help their party and to hopefully get some clues regarding Lady Vannozza's health. So when Moran stops, she looks at him, then off to the distance. ]
I am certain.

[ A slight, wry smile. ] I am used to men behaving rudely. As I do not intend to actually marry him, consider it a lesson.
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[personal profile] silverneedles 2021-09-20 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a small smile, Wen Qing bows her head, rather than responding to his comment. It's always been easier that way for her, acknowledge the thanks and move on. And with this, she certainly needs to remember her manners, the proper amount of steps to stand behind her uncle, and how to smile and bow politely.

All of which is easy to do, ingrained as it is into her; a polite bow to the servant opening the door, keeping her eyes downcast, and only shyly glancing up when Moran mentions her. ]


My lord is too kind, [ she says softly to Don Urbano, then looks away again, casually glancing at Moran from the corner of her eyes. Even with her reputation, Urbano seems unconcerned, which is hardly a problem. Perhaps it hasn't reached his ears yet.

Although espionage isn't her specialty, and she has no desire to play politics in this world or the next, Wen Qing still listens as they talk. After all, some of it will involve her. ]