[Open] Just a good boy wanting good things...

[zewu_jun]

Who: Lan Xichen and YOU??
When: All throughout the month of July
Where: around the city, near the Northern Outpost, etc
What: Baking and assisting people, training in magic and swords, artsy things, circus shenanigans, T R O U B L E
Warnings: Innocent! For now.


I. Well he has to stay in practice somehow

[During the first half of the month, Lan Xichen finds a nice spot in the Coven's courtyard, away from most of the other practicing groups and various activities outdoors. He brings along his sword and flute, and an easel with paints on top of that. Each day he spends time on his painting, carefully depicting an idyllic group of buildings nestled in a misty mountaintop, viewed from within a quiet and empty room that almost seems like it could be real. There's a table with tea set out on top, like the artist is inviting his audience into the room to be his guest and enjoy the scenery with him.

When he isn't painting, he spends time with the straight blade and flute in turn, practicing weather-controlling spells and creating small energy barriers with varying amounts of success. The sword work he's much more skilled with, using it with both agility and a surprising amount of strength considering his more refined and soft appearance. He greets people that pass by warmly, always happy to share a conversation or take up offers to practice with others.]

II. At least he's cute? (Cheerful Buns)

[He's been wanting to learn to cook more! The ascetic ways of his home sect don't really leave a lot of opportunity for elaborate or flavorful cooking, and Lan Xichen has little experience in preparing things that don't taste like bitter herbals. So of course he volunteers to help the bakery with the cheerloaves. And he's ready to compliment everyone next to him, too. On their looks, their technique, their knowledge... he's a polite boy. The problem is, he's just not very good at this. The dough is too wet in one spot and too dry in another, sticking in gross clumps to the work table and getting flour everywhere without incorporating properly. The result is a deformed, lumpy mess that almost seems to want to ooze out and take over everyone else's areas like a living amorphous mass. Still, he keeps smiling, apparently oblivious to the problems.]

Ah, your loaves look so cute and round! You must have practiced this a lot.

III. It's not a good kind of poking (Branching Out)

[Lan Xichen likes making trips out to the Outpost on occasion to check the progress on the leyline nearby and to see how the area is improving. He has adopted that as a way to pay his respects to his friend, hoping that even if she has left Aefenglom the energy she left behind will flourish. Clearing a path to make the trips easier is a great idea. He volunteers immediately, traveling out to clean up the overgrowth, but when he and the others on the job start seeing the Yarglweed, he just barely manages to avoid becoming a human pincushion. It's only because he got lucky that he escapes that initial barrage of needles.]

Well, that isn't very friendly.

[Removing one plant might not be too bad, but the way the bushes are growing, it's hard to get close enough to one without being flanked by another, putting anyone that gets close in a dangerous spot from multiple sides.]

Should we try to transplant them? I am not certain if removing them entirely is fair.

IV. What could possibly go wrong? (The Cirque Mystique)
a. It's all fun and games...

[Lan Xichen is as fascinated by the new arrivals as everyone else, eager to see the performances and admire the array of costumes and new food. He happily partakes in all of it, enjoying the display while munching on snacks and taking up his new hobby: losing at the various games. He doesn't seem to realize he's being cheated, trying several times at the same booth before cheerfully giving up and moving on to the next, having equally abysmal luck. The various stall workers soon pick up on an easy mark and start encouraging him to specifically come make his attempt at every game lined up, planning to completely fleece him of everything he's got. It's not hard to tell he's being taken advantage of, and if any less opportunistic soul is around, the poor Lan needs an intervention.]

I just don't understand. I believe my accuracy is not this poor. I assure you I am normally a better archer...

b. Until the bottles come out

[Some of the new items might not be the best thing for a Lan to try, but with the promise of new, exciting liquors and Lan Xichen feeling especially bold lately, he can't help but be tempted by them. He has at least been trying to resist, declining a few times when vendors urge him to take free samples, but it's clear he wants to know what these rare treats are like. Wavering in front of one particularly nice looking drink--a rosy colored liquid filled with tiny specks that reflect like stars--he hesitates, debating with himself.]

And you say it is not very strong?

[ Not strong at all! You won't even feel a glass this size. ]

It does look nice... And if it is not strong, it probably can't hurt...


[ooc: Feel free to toss stuff my way whenever. If you have an idea I didn't hit on you can tag here with it as well, or contact me at teaandreveries and we can plot stuff out.]