Wèi Wúxiàn (魏 无羡) (yilinglaozu) wrote in wtnvgame, @ 2020-09-25 10:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, ₴inactive player: mena, ₴inactive: wèi wúxiàn |
Who: Wei Wuxian
What: A little bit of information gathering
When: September 24th, early evening
Where: Moonlite All-Nite Diner
Rating: PG
Status: Narrative
One moment, he'd been standing in grass with the dying refrain of the song he'd privately been referring to as 'theirs' since he'd first heard it in the cave echoing mournfully in the air and Lan Zhan's voice saying his name and realising that finally (even though really it hadn't been that long compared to how long everyone else had waited) maybe he had found his home, that there was somewhere he could finally belong, and then the next? The next he was standing outside a place called a 'Diner' with someone pressing a small rectangular device into his other hand and giving him a brief rundown of where he was and what had happened to him to result in him being here.
There might have been more to it than that, but Wuxian had stopped paying attention when he'd spotted a small group of hooded figures hurrying across the darkened ground. The person who had greeted him told him they didn't know where his donkey was and that he was in a place called 'America', more specifically 'Night Vale' but distracted as he was, Wuxian heard relatively little after that. There was a lot going on, shiny and coloured containers with wheels were moving past without using horses who puffed out grey smoke from behind and rumbled as they moved, the buildings had the strangest architecture he had ever seen with lights that flickered on and off, brightening the twilight darkness artificially without a talisman. The ground underneath his feet was stone and something else, some kind of tar? No grass or natural sand.
When he realised he was alone, he crouched down and touched it, the stone underneath his fingers felt manufactured and refined, like the flagstones in Qinghe. He had a small amount of money (he thought, the coins looked peculiar and he hoped they would be sufficient as he was not sure that he had any silver pieces left in his qinakun pouch: he had little when he'd left to travel and never quite replenished his funds) and when the door behind him opened with the sound of a cheery bell, he was hit with the smell of food so peculiar to him that he couldn't quite resist the urge to fling himself inside.
Following his curiosity, Wuxian found himself perched at a table with chilli-flake seasoned fried, and thinly sliced potatoes and some kind of greasy meat-and-bread concoction called a 'burger', scrolling through the device given to him, beginning to read about the world he had landed in.
Of course, he had concerns: where was Lan Zhan? Where was his brother? Where was Little Apple (the latter, of course, was his largest concern since he was a donkey and though mule-headed (he laughed at his own joke as no one else would indulge him) he was still a donkey and needed someone to take care of him)? He wondered what kind of magic had brought him here, but he'd been able to feel the gentle hum of his golden core in his lower dantian and Chenqing whispered to him that she was still there and they were still connected, so regardless, he was quite confident that for now at least he was in no immediate danger.
Until he knew what was happening, though, there was nothing he could do about it other than start learning. With a broad grin, he shifted from where he was sitting at a table to sitting at the counter where the server was.
After all, no one knew more about the place they lived than the tavern and stall owners.