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Who: You and all your friends
What: Catch-All log post for the plot
When: For anything involving the Invasion between 9/22 - 9/30
Where: All around NYC
Rating/Warnings: Please put appropriate warnings in the subject line of your threads where needed
Notes: If you want your character to ask for Bureau help, the Bureau will help. However, players will need to handwave that interaction because the Mods don't have time to play out all of that.

The droids are everywhere! There are strange patches of alien worlds - also full of droids! Good luck, fair Different.

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[chenqing_player]

Party at the Bureau

Wei Wuxian wanted no part of whatever the hell was going on outside. So he made a beeline for the Bureau with some necessities and didn't plan to emerge until this place figured itself out.

Plopping down on one of the dorm style beds he looks around at the other refuges. "Anyone up for a party? We can have a cookout and play some games and most of all..get drunk and forget what is going on out there."

Because when Wei Wuxian says he brought necessities...it mean he brought every thing he could need for a party. He holds up a bag that included some hot dogs, chips, salsa, and various snacks and things he figured would go bad just sitting around the apartment and another bag that was just full of the strongest alcohol he had in his apartment. Which considering he works in a club with a bar..is some high quality stuff.

He may never have gone to college, but he does know how to party like a college kid.

Arrival 9/25

[howkickassiam]

Since this whole thing has been going on, York has been finding himself relishing fighting the droids and using their own weapons against them. However, even when doing something is fun, one will tire of it after a while. So York makes his way to the Bureau a couple days after it begins. He's ushered in and sent to the quarters where others among the Different have been holing up without him.

When he enters, of course he makes a beeline for where Xian lies reclining on the bed. He's so glad to see Xian's okay, but he doesn't express his relief as such. He just says, "Got the party started without me, I see."

[chenqing_player]

Wei Wuxian nearly drops the drink in his hand when he hears York's voice. He looks up at the other and he has never been very good at hiding his emotions so relief is evident in his expression as he sets his drink down.

Standing up, he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around the other man and pull him into a hug, "What the hell you jerk...you've had me worried. I thought one of those robots ate you or something." Can robots eat? He doesn't care. Knowing York is safe is like a huge weight lifted.

[howkickassiam]

York returns the embrace with relish, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped with affection after these several days of fighting.

"I'm okay," he says. "I'm okay."

After a little while of that he pulls back just a bit to look at Xian.

"I'm glad you've been here safe. There's a lot of shit going on out there."

[chenqing_player]

"Yeah a lot of shit that could have crushed me like a bug. I'm not an idiot." He looks up at York and a small smile forms at the corner of his lips.

"Ready to drink and forget all about it? Or tell me all about it while you drink to forget it."

[howkickassiam]

"I'll do both," York says firmly, and plants a quick firm kiss at the corner of Xian's mouth.

"What do we have on tap here?" he adds.

[chenqing_player]

He laughs and pulls him down to sit next to him on the bed he's been given, pulling out his stash from underneath it. "The finest liquor that my apartment had in it." Which is actually quite a lot and a good arrangement of various hard liquors and beers. The Bureau of course isn't really providing them with alcohol so he is glad that he brought it himself.

"I brought everything I had. Who needs clothes when you can just fill your suitcase with alcohol." There were clothes in his suitcase but most were arranged so that it was protecting the bottles.

[howkickassiam]

York laughs and starts poking around among the bottles to see what sounds good.

"How many kinds of whiskey did you think you need?" he chuckles, then picks out a bottle of bourbon and uncaps it. "Got any mixers?"

[chenqing_player]

"Hey..each whiskey is unique and sometimes you just have to be in the mood for a certain one." Does he have mixers...He smirks as he reaches under the bed and pulls out the half of his suitcase that he has basically turned into his own little mini bar and snack shop.

"If there is something I know, it is how to party even in the most limited of circumstances."

[howkickassiam]

"Remind me to get your phone number," York says, as if he doesn't already have it. He reaches down and grabs some ginger ale.

[chenqing_player]

He purses his lips and throws a flirty look York's way, "As if you haven't already cashed in a few booty calls. Pretty sure those still trump alcohol." They do in Wei Wuxian's book anyway. But he'll take both all day, everyday.

"You don't need my number anymore now that we are roommates." He looks around at their new housing arrangement as he reaches down and retrieves the drink he had nearly dropped upon York's arrival.

[howkickassiam]

"That is 100% the truth," York laughs. "I'm glad they decided to do this, though I'm really surprised they have these quarters available for people."

York grabs a glass out of the suitcase and mixes his drink—heavy on the whiskey, light on the coke.

"Are there others in these quarters, have you noticed?" he adds, curiously.

[chenqing_player]

"Clearly they are prepared for something like this to happen..which is a little concerning." Because if they know this kind of thing could happen, it means it could happen again even if they solve this puzzle this tie.

He takes a sip of his drink as he considers who he has encountered, "There are a couple others roaming around. I've only spoken to that Lan Wangji guy though." There is a little bit of unease in his expression as he mentions the name. Even if he isn't the one who killed him, having someone else who apparently is from the same memories is still a little uncomfortable.

[inquiryguqin]

Seeing the other refugees taking refuge in the bureau is a relief. Some others are still out there, having a good time fighting the robots.

He's in front of a fancy laptop, writing up lessons. He's dressed up in a fancy suit for work as a college professor when the dimensional shift happened when he needs to go to work...and he ends up here. "I don't drink."

But he looks up, "A cookout you say? Is it time to eat?"

[chenqing_player]

Wei Wuxian tries to keep his expression steady as the other man speaks to him. He's never been one to hide what he is thinking or feeling so stuffing down the feelings of fear and uncertainty that this man seems to keep causing to rise in him is a struggle.

But he holds up the bag of hot dogs, "There doesn't have to be a specific time to eat. You eat when you want to eat. And since we are stuck in here, might as well treat it like a never ending party. And when at a party the food is always available."

[inquiryguqin]

As of late, he sees that he cause a sense of unease and tension when they're around each other. Normally they are strangers and acquaintances whom he is amicable with, but as of late, he senses this unease from Xian, and he felt it from himself too.

"That doesn't seem healthy, but I will have some." So he helps himself to the hot-dogs to have his lunch, trying to keep things to himself. A part of him wonder if he is starting to remember? But he figured he didn't want to remember, so he never brought it up.

Eventually, after some time, after he had his lunch, and he thought about it, he decided to bring it up as eventually, they will part when this over. He figured after this, their lives won't be changed much.

"Xian, I think I remember you. From our past life."

[chenqing_player]

Wei Wuxian has been messing with the talismans that he has been creating since learning how and so the hot dogs were cooked over a trashcan using one of those. And now that the food is all cooked, he uses that same waste basket as a kind of testing spot. Tossing different ones into it like a game to see what happens. First there is the fire, then ice, then smoke which he quickly uses a binding one to suppress before it fills up the whole room and alerts the Bureau to what he is doing.

Just as he is about to toss another one into the basket he pauses as the other man speaks about his memories. He swallows hard and a frown crosses his lips as he looks over at him from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah? And what do you think you remember?"

[inquiryguqin]

Lan Wangji sighed at his use of talismans and didn't want to scold him that it's not what talismans are typically used for. Why is he like this? In his memories, he remembers him as a gremlin menace also.

"I will tell you if you can handle it. It's the truth of your death." He said and paused to see if he wants to hear it.

[chenqing_player]

His back stiffens and there is a need to put a little more space between him and this man but he fights that flight mechanism back down. He has the talismans in his hands after all..if he has to use them this would be a good opportunity.

"Oh? So you got to enjoy that little show as well?"

[inquiryguqin]

He shakes his head, looking sad. And there's no need for him to attack with the talismans if he lets him explain.

"No. I was devastated. At Nightless City, you lost control of the spirits. After your sister died, it was an accident. You felt too much grief and you're exhausted from the battle with the Sect leaders you want to exact revenge on. You felt to atone for your crimes for your sister and the death you caused, it's better to fall off the cliff."

Since their memories match, and there's no way no one could have known.

"I am the guy wearing in white. I was trying to save you because we were friends in a past life, but my arm is injured and bleeding. Your brother made me lose my grip and I couldn't hold you for long, so I couldn't save you."

[chenqing_player]

He looks down at the floor as he takes that all in. He had guessed about the order of a few of the memories he had received. Confirmation that his sister dying was the same night he died makes the timeline he is forming in his head make a lot more sense. He wished he would just get them in order so he wouldn't have to try and understand them individually.

But at least he knows that he did indeed kill himself and that there was no one to really blame. Not that he feels any better about the fact he died. Which..is strange considering he knows he had to die in order to be born into this world.

"My memories don't come to be in order. I get short flashes..a minute long at most. So it's hard to piece them all together in an order that makes sense. But I think I've seen everything of that night now. It was so hard to understand it made it seem like you threw me off the mountain."

[inquiryguqin]

"My memories don't come in any order either. I received them randomly and keep a journal of them, so it's hard to figure out a timeline, but it's fairly consistent. Most of my memories up until now, you're always in them, so we must be quite close friends in the past."

Shaking his head, "I don't think I threw you off the cliff. I held your arm for a long time before you told me to let you go, and I can't." He explains. "It means I didn't want you to die and I'm not your enemy."

A pause, after some quiet thought. "Why don't we compare our memories? Not right now, but another time. Whenever you wish to. I wanted to help. Since our memories are the same, there must be a story behind it. Like a piece of a puzzle. I want to help by studying the memories since I'm a historian, so study and teaching history is what I do."

[chenqing_player]

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He'd prefer to just forget all about his memories if he could. For the most part they weren't particularly great ones to live through once, let alone have to describe them again.

"Maybe..I haven't really been writing them down or anything."

He turns and flops down on his back on the little cot that they provide for them. It's no where near as comfortable as his bed back at his apartment.

"Mine are mostly just about fighting and people dying."

[inquiryguqin]

He can see he has a lot to deal with from the memories. "You should start writing things down as soon you remember. I know I will and turn it into a book, perhaps. If you do write things down, we can compare and contrast." Lan Wangji sat stoically on the cot.

Lan Wangji started slowly, "There was a war between the sects. One being the Wen sect is trying to rule the other clans under one ruler. So the leader, he tries to kill everyone. You were part of the fight, a rebel using your power for good to stop the war and save the innocent Wen members in the clans from extinction, because the other sects are determined to exterminate them. You and your power are very misunderstood. I know this, because I was your best friend and I knew how your power works."

[chenqing_player]

He listens quietly, trying to figure out if that lines up with any of the memories he has had. He does vaguely remember hearing the name "Wen" a few times.

"If I was trying to save people, then why is it I'm always killing them in these memories?" Because that seems to be completely different from what he should be doing. If he wants to save people then he shouldn't want to hurt anyway. Everything points to him being the bad guy and not some vigilante savior.

When does he get to enjoy the memories where someone actually survives because of his efforts?