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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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"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.

"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.

"Mm," York replies, taking a drink. He decides to address the latter part of that and not the former, for now. "I take it you guys aren't really friends?"

He finishes the drink he had and starts to mix a new one. He's going to need it to unwrap whatever is going on with his memories and that other guy.

"It seems our past lives are connected. With that death memory I had..he was in it."

And that made him really uncomfortable. "I thought that he might have been the one to kill me but after talking he was apparently trying to stop me from killing myself."

"Oh," York says, moving a hand to caress Xian's lower back. "Awkward."

More than that, really, but that's the first word that comes to mind.

"Yeah.." He finishes making that drink, that hand on his back actually helping him to relax again.

"It's just strange to think someone else around here might share the same memories. I guess I just don't feel too comfortable with the idea quite yet. They haven't been the best of memories."

"When it's something like that, yeah," he says. He feels Xian relax into his hand and rubs it a little more firmly against his back. "Do you remember what circumstances that would have been under, or just...remember feeling that bad about life?"

"I think I was a bad person..or was trying to stop myself from being one. A lot of people seemed to die because of me."

He closes his eyes and just holds onto that drink, "I could feel this..power. And it felt like it wanted to consume me. So instead I think I chose the only option I thought I had."

York puts his drink down and wraps his other arm around Xian's shoulder.

"Did you move on and do better after that?" he asks. "Or do you even know the answer to that?"

He shakes his head, "I definitely died..but I get this feeling that it isn't the end. Is that even possible? But then...I deal with spirits apparently so what is to say I won't have memories as a spirit?"

"It's possible, I guess," he says. "Though...I don't suppose there's anyone in your world making AIs out of dead people..."

That's how 'ghosts' work in York's world.

He laughs a little and shakes his head, "Pretty sure that technology is not available to them."

With a shrug, "Eventually the mystery will be solved. Just need to get the right memories to do it."

"I hope you get them soon, then," York says. "Seeing as how knowing will help you feel better about it."

He gives Xian a squeeze around the shoulders and then releases the arm crossed across his front so he can take a drink.

"I don't suppose you've gotten much sleep since you've been here."

"Sleep? Definitely not. How could I sleep with all the insanity going on out there?" And the fact that York was out there in it. And everyone else who he hadn't seen since it all started. He takes a long sip of his drink.

"A few more drinks and I'll be able to sleep like a baby though."

"Mm."

York rubs his hand where it rests on Xian's lower back.

"I think we'll both break records for sleeping like the dead after what's gone on this week."

His drink is already making him drowsy.

He lifts his drink to his lips but doesn't put his mouth to it, smirking over it instead.

"There are plenty of beds around but you're welcome to share mine."

"You know, I'd kind of already been assuming that?" he says, sounding a bit sheepish, but he's also chuckling. "Is that okay?"

"Definitely okay." He laughs and leans a little so his shoulder is resting against York's.

"I would have been disappointed if you declined."

"Good to know I rate that high," York chuckles.

He puts his drink back down so he can return to embracing Xian fully.

"I'm glad."

He gives Xian a broad kiss on the cheek.

He turns his face to him, catching his lips for a quick kiss before he can move too far away. Then grins up at him, "Don't get all shy on me." Because He will never shy away from physical contact or public displays no matter where he is.

He does take that moment to set his own drink down carefully even though it is already almost gone. Then wraps his own arms around York's neck. "Maybe now I have a better distraction then drinking."

York smiles slyly, waiting for Xian to finish putting his drink down.

"Mm, I think you do," he says, and lets Xian press up to him for just a second before returning his affections in kind.

Drinking is fun but this is far better as he kisses York eagerly, ready to pretend all the chaos causing robot mess outside is just some strange dream.

York is perfectly willing to let things progress from there at Xian's pace. The room is not exactly the most private considering they're in the Bureau building, but at least there's a door.

Wei Wuxian never went to college or live in a dorm, but he did live in an orphanage so he has never really been too concerned with privacy. He draws York down onto the bed on top of him as he continues to kiss him.

"Mm..." York goes, settling on top of Xian with his legs straddling Xian's hips, kissing him passionately. It's a fine thing to be doing after all that fighting—he'd been worn out and tired, but this is giving him renewed energy and vigor and he has no qualms about joining in.