Lan Wangji | The Untamed

[lan_wangji]

Who: Lan Wangji and Everyone and Anyone
What: It's RICE TIME!! Help Lan Wangji harvest rice. Laugh at Lan Wangji, the esteemed Light Bearing Lord of Gusu get dirty in a field of muddy water. He sent a call for help over the bracelets.
When: Timed for March 27th
Where: the rice paddy off the river, outside the city
Warnings: Lan Wangji getting his pristine robes dirty

Lan Wangji is still angry about the recent ridiculousness. It violated things that ought not be violated. It dared to touch his Wei Ying, even if the wounds had been most superficial. It dirtied and damaged their new home and it delayed the harvesting of the rice.

He needs this rice. The city needs the rice, of course, but Lan Wangji has wine to make for his Wei Ying and such a delay is unacceptable. In his haste to harvest the rice, he'd forgotten to ask for help and made it precisely one hour before breaking down and realizing he would need help. He would need to actually ask other people for help. And allow them to see him like this. Wei Ying might call it growth but it takes all his faculties to put out a short call for help over the strange, magical bracelet.

Help needed harvesting rice. Odin District. River. Can trade sword lessons or labor.

He forgoes his white robes for a blue, coarse pair he'd purchased and his hair is tied up in a style not at all appropriate to be seen in company but he can think of no other way. He simply hopes his appearance is not offensive to whomever may come to help.

Comments

[vagabone]

?I could try? Least I could do is keep you two company, I can't carry much.

[iustise]

John can't say that he has any particular experience harvesting rice, but the specific offer of sword lessons has piqued his interest. Not because he needs them -- he was practically born with a sword in his hand -- but because he has been looking for a sparring partner for some time now, and perhaps this rice harvester might be amenable?

He has come dressed down in his best civilian's attire, which is to say nothing fancy. Simple breeches and boots, a simple waistcoat, and a light jacket, with his hair tied back in its customary queue (old army habits die hard).

"Hallo there, sir!" he calls out, raising a hand in greeting. "Might you still be in need of some assistance?"

Why hasn't John replied to the message instead of just appearing, you ask? Because, from one historic Traveler to another, he isn't certain he will ever be comfortable with the magical bracelet network over a good face-to-face conversation.

[trafficreport]

Jet might not know much about harvesting rice, but trading his labor in exchange for sword lessons sounds like a pretty damn good deal to him. He still sucks at combat in close quarters, and given the level of tech around here, he'd kind of prefer to get better at that.

He heads to the Odin District without any calling ahead. The rice paddy is an obvious location, once he finds it.

"Hey." One-eyed, wild-haired, and looking a bit like someone who's been sleeping on the streets for a while (which he has), Jet Star might not make for the most appealing helping hand. But he's here regardless. "Need a hand?"