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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-07-26 05:56 pm

the house of manouk | test drive meme


Hello, hello! Our latest event — doubling as a test drive meme and stretching until 12 August — is a one-off incursion in an uncharted time pocket dimension — the House of Manouk.

Anyone can hit up the test drive meme, but you will need an invite from an existing player to apply on 5 August. Have fun!


THE HOUSE OF MANOUK







THE TERRACE

Old or new, you wake up on a white-stone terrace dominated by a twisting hedge maze that houses great columns, tattered statues, ponds, rivers, gazebos and pergolas — and high looming walls of thickly bound ivy, bloomed roses or thorny vines. Walking the Terrace somehow always brings you deeper into the maze, while a flushed, sunless sky stares down, unblinking.

You experience no thirst, hunger or language barriers here. Old translation & communication pendants can nevertheless be found scattered across the Terrace and Grounds.

New arrivals encounter the sorceress Karsa, who explains you were likely summoned by one of the undead lords who seeks control of Akhuras — and reached, along with the party she leads, a pocket dimension outside of time. Karsa’s associate, the Merchant, instructed to exit the time dimension by finding Ellethian waypoints — typically stone tokens engraved with the carvings of an eye with a sun for a pupil. Karsa may activate them for you to leave this place.

Your mission is to search the House and find the waypoints of Ellethia or of the rival Dawn’s Reach Trade Company without attracting the ire of the local exiled overlord(s).

■ Some of the statues you discover on the Terrace seem crudely carved, gaining the features of your loved ones, the longer you stare at them. Some seek to throttle. Escape them by having someone else stare at them, becoming their new target, or by leading them in a crowd of other statues.

■ Beware getting pricked by thorns: covetous vines can quickly ensnare and pull you into the maze’s green walls, or bind your hand to that of your companion.

■ The maze’s weather often mimics your mood: nice and balmy for contentment, cold for fear, torrential rain for sadness and a heatwave to answer anger. Smile.

■ Every now and then, you hear screams from other parts of the maze. Run, and you might find pairs of steel manacles or rusted chain on bloodied grounds, from where fresh rose bushes quickly rise up. Investigate.

■ Go deeper in the maze, and you find a heap of small stone tablets. Most list names, ages, occupations and include loving remarks, such as the finest husband or she smiled ever bright. Alarmingly, when your companion’s back is turned, you find tablets engraved with your handwriting, saying, don’t turn your back to them, blood reeks strong on them and that’s not their name. There are no waypoint tokens here.

■ Spend enough time in the maze, and you discover an old, red-eyed, white-haired and hunchbacked man with two chainless shackles on his wrists. He ignores you, muttering to himself about how the House must keep moving, moving. The House doesn’t like you. The House is awake. The House should sleep. The old man hits or trips you with his cane, or you might wake to find him hovering very closely over you. Engage him.

■ Now and then, he seems suddenly alert, if not outright fearful, shrieking that he comes and rushing to tinker with pulleys and stone mechanisms hidden within the maze vine walls. The maze’s architecture abruptly changes, with the ground quaking, walls shifting, while old plants wilt and fresh ones rise up within heartbeats. As the House changes, you might spot a long, spiralling staircase at short distance. Go down into…




THE GROUNDS

The ground level of the House is splintered in dozens of decaying rooms, many locked. There are no windows here, dust thick in every corner, while faint scratches and canine footprints mar the floors — the marks of dozens of great skeletal hounds that haunt the corridors.

The dogs lead, chase or drag you towards a shuttered hall room, where a middle-aged, red-eyed and white-haired man furiously searches through haphazard mounds of tousled tomes. He too wears shackles. His manner is perfunctorily polite, as he calls back his dogs.

…not from around here, are you? Must have broken time. Hooligan. Well, you’ve travelled centuries to be disappointed. There are no mysteries here, no epiphanies. All the great wells of myth and magic? Some other pigs have drunk them dry. Blame your luck, for bringing you to the shambling hut of — …the fine House of Manouk. Taravast’s greatest necromancer, til his mind turned to slaughter.

I was his disciple. Lisanther. Must’ve come from high on, did you? These cursed shackles… he senses everyone in his House through them. If he feels us on his scent, he works his little screws and wheels and moves the House stairs. Impressed? Don’t be. He’s a wreck, who feasts on time echoes of the anguished. That’s him. Paints a picture, doesn’t he? Stay out of his sights, or you’ll wear his chains soon too. Same as me, same as the dog he keeps in the dungeons. Dragged back every time he wanders.

If you want to make yourself useful, help me. I traded fairly with a caravan of the Dawn’s Reach Trade Company. They say they left behind scrolls in these grounds, with the words to free me. They overcharge, but they don’t lie. Help me find them. Break my chains, and I’ll break us out. I can. I swear it.


Deeper into the claustrophobic Grounds, you find specters of men and women, chained just like Lisanther — their skin translucent, their gazes lethargic. They feel neither dead nor alive to the magically sensitive. They are either very present in the moment or barely recall their whereabouts. If asked about tokens, they say the Dawn’s Reach Trade Company left scrolls in the Grounds main quarters:

Bathing quarters

At times pristine and delightful, at others blood-marked and torn. The waters abruptly run very hot, cold or silty. The spectre of a wo/man might appear in the tub, staring unblinkingly or murmuring that people do all sorts of wickedness in this bathroom: they have even witnessed stabbings, treasures being hidden beneath tile boards, and even a birthing!

Kitchens

Sprawling and soot-laden, bursting with supplies of stale wheat, eccentric cakes, exotic fruit and spice jars, these kitchens were built for long service. A heavy cauldron bubbles and boils a green broth in a cold fireplace, where ash and stone drown wood. A circle of spectres troubleshoots how to improve the meal — just as the kitchens’ doors slam shut, and they cordially invite you to do the legwork for their recipe. They instruct you to chop, clean and prepare the most unusual ingredients: hair of a dog, salt, moulded thyme, arsenic, one of your finest love stories… they’ll tire of their creation and release you within the hour. Don’t dine, dash.

Sleeping chambers

There’s rest for the wicked in these deserted sleeping quarters, which boast exceptionally well-stuffed cushions and pillows, blankets and ‘reading materials’ — torn pages from books of history and magic. Some speak of the desperate attempts of the rulers of Taravast to flee death. Others talk of using spells, the elements and even mass sacrifice to achieve immortality. Enjoy your rest, only perturbed by occasional distant screams

…or perhaps by a large, feral white bear that bursts in to briefly chase you, before disappearing. Veteran travellers may recognise him as the creature of Anurr.

Some of the chain-breaking scrolls of the Dawn’s Reach Trade Company can be found in each of the main rooms, along with some of the Company’s talismans, marked as waypoints, which should be brought to Karsa. See what your character finds.

Finish up here, or meander down a final stairwell to —



THE DUNGEONS

Cold, deteriorating, crumbling — difficult to say if this is a tightly bound knot of underground tunnels, or a torturous weave of lost dungeons. Parts of the floor crumble to reveal abyssal depths below — or suddenly appear beneath your feet, to help your progress. Emptied, creaking bookcases abound. Here and there, you see your reflection in shattered wall-length mirrors, moving differently than you, or just slightly older or younger than you are.

Revived skeletons patrol the corridors, scantily armed with base blades, stones and torches. They largely ignore you, only blocking your path if you near a magically-locked stone door in the back of the Dungeons, from where you hear… human pleas.

■ Door engravings instruct to speak out the three truths of each day. Nearby, you find a mound of crumbled stone tablets, along with three golden ones raised on pedestals that read:

with morning, my body is a weapon, sun-seeking, righteousness-bound

by midday, my flesh has bent and battered, a shield of justice for young life to come

come evening, I am blood and bone, a humble house to hope eternal

■ Tip bookcases into the narrow corridors to prevent the skeletal guards from reaching you, as you search diligently through the stone debris beneath the golden pedestals. You might even find Ellethian waypoint tokens: palm-wide, marked with a sun pupil. Take them to Karsa immediately… or open the now unlocked dungeon door as a man calls out.

Enter, and you discover an dimly lit dungeon alcove, with animate skeletal heads hanging on each wall. They cackle, Mind your step. Heed them and look for holes in the floor tiles — needle-thin spikes emerge from there periodically.

■ Go deeper, and you discover a large bare stone room, scantly livened by torches bearing green fire. A small hole — barely enough to fit a grown man standing and lying down — has been dug into one of the walls and secured. This inhumane prison’s bars crackle and sizzle with magical electricity. A skeletal hound waits by, with a set of keys fastened to its collar.

■ A white-haired, red-eyed twenty-something young man sprawls haphazardly in the prison: battered, swathed in rags, shackled and wild. He holds out his blood-tipped hand between the bars, but fails to lure the dog close — and calls out to you, instead:

You must be mad to come to me. The old man sent you? Finally? Good. How wonderful. I’ll spit on you, and I’ll spit on his grave. He left me here to die. And now he’s remembered me? What does he want? …no. It doesn’t matter. Rip the keys off that mutt and get me out of here.


You can engage or release him, if you coax the key from the recalcitrant dog. Or leave him be and see Karsa with your waypoint token.



NOTES:

■ There are multiple waypoint tokens to leave the time dimension: the Dawn’s Reach Trade Company talismans, hidden in the Ground rooms, and the Ellethian tokens, found in the dungeons. Bring whichever one you discover to Karsa.

■ You can optionally solve the mystery of Lisanther, the prisoner, Manouk and the spectres.

■ The House’s layout changes periodically, but characters can find the stairs to travel across the three levels every few hours.

■ Mention in your top level if you play an old timer or a test driving tourist. TDMers can make both logs and network prompts here!

QUESTIONS & NPC INBOX!

wifedup: (x.)

[personal profile] wifedup 2023-08-04 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
If I wanted to kill you do you think you could stop me?

( Another sidelong glance, lingering obviously at the blood soaked state of his robes. )

Tch. Don't be stubborn now, young Master. ( Rooting through the cupboard, not a care in the world. ) So. ( Dragging the sound out as he brings tins from the cupboard to peer inside. ) Why were you stabbed?
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-08-04 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( Wen Kexing uncorks a little vial of black peppercorns and gives it an experimental sniff before he offers it out to Lan Xichen to take, returning to his work of sorting through what can and cannot be used. )

Ah, he sounds like someone I would like to meet.

( Because Wen Kexing likes to think of himself as being highly self-sufficient and capable. Also he's used to caring for a man who forgets he needs things to survive. Idly. )

You must be close then?
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-08-04 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
They are not the most convincing of liars, but they do try.

[ Xichen inspects the tablets with a cocked head, hands behind his back and xiao held in case he needs it. ]

This one says you are devious and violent. My.

[ He slides Wangji a wide-eyed look that passes for mock-scandal in their muted language of expressions. ]
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-08-04 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Not especially, but he recently became my brother-in-law so I should like to shorten the distance between us.

[ He takes the little vial and brings up his sleeve to waft away the scent ... but the offending peppercorns are stashed away in there all the same. Yes, good. Anything that makes Xichen's eyes weep is probably a casual lunch for the folk of Yunmeng. ]

You seem very capable yourself, Master Wen.
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[personal profile] curtains 2023-08-04 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I could hack you up enough for you to regret it before I died.

[ There's a casual honest confidence to Xue Yang that lacks any real conviction to fight, he speaks without guise or second-guessing his own thoughts. As he watches the other man root around, he tries to shrug at the question and swallows a hiss of pain, straightening back out. Shut up, nothing to see here! ]

I was robbed and they ganged up on me. Snobby bastards.
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-08-04 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( He's very clearly amused at Lan Xichen's reaction, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. He pinches a leaf from another bottle between thumb and forefinger, watching it crumble before abandoning that one to the side. )

Ah, let's not with that. You don't want to poison your new family member after all. And mm? Oh, I just like to cook. Though I don't much get the chance.

( There is a kitchen in Wen Kexing's Ghost Valley. There has to be. But what can be prepared there would not be fit for fine, upstanding young gentlemen. Another vial gets shaken and he hands that one over. ) A kitchen is the heart of a home, after all.
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[personal profile] wifedup 2023-08-04 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe.

( Unlikely. )

Did they get anything valuable?

( He finds a copper kettle underneath a basin full of holes, and he tugs it free before moving back towards the sink. The ghosts had taught him earlier how to use the plumbing, and he fills it easily, carefully. )
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-08-04 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poison? Oof. He eyes the bottle set aside and accepts the one Wen Kexing approves of, listening with invested interest. ]

I agree. Cooking is quite the skill ... I ought to learn how, that much is becoming apparent the longer we are trapped here.

[ His sigh is small and caught behind his lips, thought it exists in his expression all the same as he looks to the new spice, turning it in his fingers to see the colour in the dim light. ]

Tea ceremonies help no one, really.

[ Aside from being a capable fighter, Xichen feels a little useless when it comes to day-to-day tasks. Like feeding himself. ]
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[personal profile] curtains 2023-08-04 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Having already explored the plumbing and nosed through the whole kitchen's technical uses, he wonders how this man knows immediately how to work it all. Interesting.

But then Xue Yang has to nod, surly, and looks away as he thinks about who might have the spirit-trapping pouch that holds Xingchen's shattered soul. It isn't safe with any of those idiots, they have no idea how to treat it. ]


Something priceless.
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-08-04 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not really as comforting a statement as you probably meant it to be.

[ Also not comforting: turning around to see the bear vanishing, in precisely the way she wouldn't expect a bear to be able to vanish. ]

Is that the only thing here that works like that, or is the floor going to disappear, next?
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-08-04 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeahhhhh...

[ She cuts a sidelong glance at the statue with Dolls' face and eyes, then back at the newcomer again before the statue can get its hands up. ]

I was going to say I've had this nightmare before, but you know what? This is actually a new one for me. Careful of the statues, they're not big on personal boundaries. Or, you know, us breathing.

[ Too adventurous. No kidding. ]

Look, we both need to get through this maze, right? I tried it once on my own and got nowhere. Wanna team up?
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-08-04 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
What, like a soul-recycling project? Do you need to rinse them off, first?

[ Peacemaker is quiet at her hip – not that she's come to expect much else, here – even as she approaches the murmuring specter. When the ghost does nothing except continue its whispers, she shrugs, turns to her companion. ]

Unless he comes after us, I say we ignore him. Treat it like a spider in the room, you know? We don't bother it, it won't bother us.
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-08-04 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Why? Do you have another weapon?

[ He looks like the kind of guy who might have six to eight knives on his person at any given moment. Maybe a sword. ]

I mean, I can punch them pretty hard, if it comes to that. It's not my preferred method of dispatching the restless undead, but it's usually pretty effective.
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[personal profile] moonsounds 2023-08-04 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, it's Ruka. Uh, Minazuki Ruka. Pleased to meet you, sorry for not introducing myself before.

[The question makes her pause before she fiddles for her bag, pulling her notebook out to flip through it for her notes.]

Mm, no. Karsa is trying to help us, as far as I know. No one really knows who brought us here. Someone might know why, but it isn't me. [She's not sure why they're supposed to be here, she's just along for the ride.]

You should talk to Lan Wangji, or a boy named Five. They've been here for even longer than I have, they'll probably know a lot more.

[She takes her time to write his name down in her notes, along with a brief description of his appearance.]
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-08-04 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ All this time, and Five still hasn't pinned down exactly what Lan Wangji's powers entail. He knows it's something. He remembers, very distinctly, when he was able to transfer some of his energy after being poisoned in Taravast. He's certainly seen him fight enough to know his skills, but his power over the dead has always been questionable. Or at the very least, impractical.

Say what he might about Klaus, but for all his lack of discipline, his brother might have been able to summon one spirit they could get answers from. He'd even leave out the moral bellyaching. ]


The obvious. These were stacked here either as a warning, or to mislead us. Considering the maze, it could be part of how they intend to torture people who get stuck here looking for a way out.
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[personal profile] aprescoup 2023-08-04 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)




If he is insulted to defend his dignity, he does not show it, eyes bright and wild and unblinking, staring resolutely the way of this stranger, as if the prisoner must explain the obvious and the plain. As if he's done this, countless times over.

And he has no qualms to do it again.

"My name is Deckarius." Slowly, carefully enunciated. Does he address a fool? He will learn. "The old man threw me in here to rot like a dog. Because I wanted to ruin this House. His House. I wanted to bring his roof down and walk out. He deserves it. Arrogant fuck, calls himself a master necromancer. Ha. Couldn't teach a leopard to grow spots."

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[personal profile] massrez 2023-08-04 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
i. THE TERRACE

[ It's difficult to say what hour of the day it is, with no sun in the sky to mark the passage of time. Hardly the most unusual thing about this circumstance, or the most troubling, but it's what sticks out to him most as he makes his way slowly and quietly through the maze of green.

Sometimes, it feels like he's been wandering these paths for days.

Still, patience maintains. He doesn't rush ahead, pausing at intersections to gaze beyond before taking those first steps down a new path. As he goes, he pauses to kneel, pulling a small knife from his belt and etching a small arrow into the earth. Perhaps if he winds up circling back on himself, he'll be able to find these small markers along the way and right himself.

But the paths wind on, as his frustration and confusion rise, so does a thick, humid mist, as soupy and bewildering as his state of mind. One hand lifts to brush his bangs from his face, squinting against the sudden creeping fog. Seeing ahead becomes more difficult, and as he encounters more of those odd, crumbling statues--

There. For a moment he could have sworn he'd seen his father's face, in that one, and his heart goes still. But before he has the chance to dwell on it, there's the noise of rapidly shifting foliage, the swift zzzzzzzp! that almost sounds like ropes being drawn against one another, and sounds of a struggle up ahead.

Drawing Shalamayne from his back, the young king forgets the growing ache in his legs, and darts forward in search of the source of the noises. If someone needs help, then these trinkets they're supposedly looking for can wait just a little longer. ]



iii. THE GROUNDS

[ There is something heartbreaking about the number of ghostly figures that haunt these halls. Though he's encountered undead more than a few times in his life -- generally in opposition, but not always -- there is something decidedly odd about the presences he finds here. Alive and dead at once, hovering in this strange in-between that the Light does not touch.

He feels for them, and if there were a way to free them from this place? He would. No one deserves this fate, not to his mind. But the most he can do for now is leave them to their wanderings and continue his search.

At least one of the apparitions does seem aware enough to point him in a general direction, and through the halls Anduin finds himself in an ornate and pristine bathing room. Glancing around to see if there are signs that anyone has already checked this area, he sees what he thinks might be a loose tile near the base of the tub.

It's hard to kneel in his armor, but he manages, gloved fingers running over the uneven surface before movement catches his eye--

A ghostly woman's face, peering back at him out of the tub, as if she'd been there the whole time and he'd just intruded upon her.

With a startled noise he jerks back, nearly falling to the floor and only just catching himself. ]


By the Light--
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[personal profile] curtains 2023-08-04 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The old man I met, he said he would help me get home if I found a scroll for him. If we investigate all these bedrooms there might be something of worth ... but I think the witch is more capable of helping us.

After you've eaten, shall we search?

[ He wasn't going to bother but this gives them purpose, aside from blanching at each others' shadows. ]
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[personal profile] brightestmoon 2023-08-04 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, it's not like he has anything better to do, and he would also like to get out of here, though he has no idea what will happen when they do. Will they return back to their world...? He doesn't even dare to ask. So he just heaves a small sigh and nods. ]

Alright. I suppose we could do that.
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[personal profile] curtains 2023-08-04 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He wants to joke, to say something to lighten the mood or to jostle Xingchen like he used to when there was no reason to avoid being in his space, but to do so now would only make Xingchen panic. Or cry. Or both.

It's understandable, Xue Yang reasons in the aftermath of his mini revelation last night. If your cat turned out to be a man-eating tiger, would you still want it in the same bed? ]


Let's start with this room. Oh, but first some breakfast.

[ With no idea of the time he simply takes another snack, a bun, and eats it cold as he starts rummaging about the room. ]
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[personal profile] brightestmoon 2023-08-04 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Xiao Xingchen still doesn't feel hungry. Perhaps a side effect of having died, he thinks sardonically. He does get up though, standing on legs that still feel a little weak. ]

Did he say what the scroll looks like?
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[personal profile] curtains 2023-08-04 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
A scroll's a scroll, I suppose. Aren't they all the same?

[ Lifting up the mattress with his good arm, he laughs delightedly when the hound takes all the commotion for a game and starts tugging sheets off alongside him. ]

Bao, you're so clever! Why is everyone so scared of you, hm? Good dog. Xiao Xingchen, he's helping us strip the bed.

[ Taking his little sparks of joy where he can, Xue Yang and his undead deputy start pulling out drawers together next. The dog is welcome company, good at providing a distraction from how badly Xue Yang wants to spend his time around Xingchen. ]

I overheard some people talking about talismans, we should keep an eye out for anything like that too. Just in case. [ Pausing, he tries to playfully amend, ] Maybe two eyes out in your case.
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the terrace

[personal profile] brightestmoon 2023-08-04 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Xiao Xingchen is probably having a worse day. He wakes up confused, terrified and very distraught. Because he's supposed to be dead. So dead, in fact, that he shouldn't be able to reincarnate. He doesn't think that's what has happened though. He's still blind and after feeling along his own body and what he's wearing, he can only conclude that he's still in the same body. The same familiar blindfold around his eyes, and the addition of a bandage around his throat. He doesn't need to feel under it to know that there's a nasty scar there.

After a moment's panicked confusion, wondering if Xue Yang had somehow been able to bring him back after all, he slowly gets up. His sword is strapped to his back too, but he doesn't touch it as he begins to move until he hears someone speak.

"Who does this look like to you?" the man asks when Xiao Xingchen comes close enough. The question catches him off guard. He has no idea what the man is looking at, of course. ]


No one. [ A pause as he gestures to his face. ] I cannot see.
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[personal profile] curtains 2023-08-04 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
investigating the bedrooms with xingchen and a skeletal dog, xue yang is upturning mattresses, pulling out drawers, and generally making a mess. talismans preferred!