sa-hareth | arrival (mingle log)

[groundrules]

WHO: Everyone ever + the local Sa-hareth squad.
WHEN: Arc I: Sa-Hareth arrival.
WHERE: Sa-Hareth citadel, salt mine, the old jailhouse,
WHAT: Our intrepid heroes get commandeered into the frosty unknown.
WARNINGS: the glorious undead, background House of Dew mentions, at least one person's terrible sense of humour.

Comments

[beitangmoran]

In my world, Star Masters are people who are granted a power by a constellation. There are twelve of us, and we each have different abilities based on our Star Sign. The cloning ability belongs to the constellation of the Pisces, which is the one my nephew presides over.

[He gives a small smile.]

I haven't had the occasion to cause mischief myself in quit some time, I must admit. I have had to solve other people's mischief a lot, though.

[weifinder]

... Are there only twelve constellations? I thought there was at least twenty-eight.

( He's fairly sure there's more than that, which is why he's confused, as Pisces doesn't help clarify why twelve are what matter. Except: )

I'd think maybe a nod to the twelve animal earthly branches, but...

( He shrugs. Divination isn't an area of interest for him, as it is, but he's curious at this from someone who looks like... well, himself, and familiar, but is talking about starkly unfamiliar things. Curious.

He continues to smile back, then sighs, waving a hand in front of him. )

I think we are now the official mischief, and solving our own and whatever else because we've been summoned here and are working with mysterious saviours we know nothing about means we'll all be on task for that. May as well find reasons to laugh along the way. Feels like that might get scarce... depending.

( They're in foreign territory, unaware of the politics, unfamiliar with the machinations, and hunted. Finding reasons to laugh when they were brought in as summoned sacrifices and slaves?

... Is very much what he wants to do, yes. )

[beitangmoran]

There are more than twelve, but there are only twelve in the Zodiac. There used to be thirteen before but...

[Pinched lips and a sigh. He doesn't like talking about it.]

There certainly are a lot of questions as to how we came to be here, and how we might get back. For now, we have shelter and food, and there are worse places than pleasures houses to huddle in.

[weifinder]

Mm, much worse, could be out in the cold in the salt mines surrounded by more of the undead with no way out and significantly injured!

( He says this upbeat, filing away the note about there having been thirteen Zodiacs, some event caused that to change, and not a direct correlation to the number of constellations in the sky. More like the year cycle with animals, though that'd always been twelve, as far as he knew.

Anyway, let him obtusely joke about being dropped in the Burial Mounds! )

As it is, those of us who came that way didn't end up trapped, so yes, I agree. Things could be worse, and we should do what we can to ensure as much as we can that they don't end up worse. It's cold out there, but—

( He glances back down the hall. )

Knowing where in the cold to run if needed may mean avoiding freezing in the streets.

[beitangmoran]

As long as some of our younger cohorts can control their tempers and not have us kicked out, we should be fine.

[He doesn't look much older than Wei Wuxian himself, but his manner is much more poised and regal, no unlike Lan Xichen in some ways.]

Did everyone from the mine make it out alright?

[weifinder]

Hah! Haaaah.

( yes, it's going to be interesting trying to keep vastly different temperaments with only their shared status as abducted to bind them together coordinated and working together without causing upsets outsiders can notice.

leaving that headache for later, he can pause to face this other one now. )

In returning, I found no indication of recent, new death.

[beitangmoran]

That's good. I also do not think we left anyone behind in the jailhouse.

[You're welcome to help with the headache, master Wei, Moran thought he was done parenting two bratty teenagers, and apparently not.]

I was about to go ask this very helpful young lady if she could maybe spare a jar of wine from the kitchen. Would you like to share some?

[weifinder]

No, that would be for the best... did you see any evidence of recently dead there when escaping?

( He lifts his eyebrows a touch, but offers a grin and a laughing exhalation. )

I'd be honoured, what's the wine here like?

( In the things he's worked on charming out of people here so far, wine has not rated the list yet. Partly because he also hasn't tried to figure out what kind of wine is here, or how good it does or doesn't taste, so. )