On Golden Sands

[flangirl]

characters: anyone!
location: beacon, above the waterline
date/time: mostly an open post for everyone who didn't go to the station july 8 - 15th, but open for july in general!
content: a catchall and mingle (and idle hand-wringing for the rest of us)
warnings: the usual: mark your subject lines as needed

the open event post is a little daunting and full of top-levels for those who went undersea sailing, as it were. i figured i'd make a space off in a corner for anyone who wants to hit up other topside folks without wading (heh) through the event text - and also give space for threads before and after so as not to flood the event!

i'm turning off emails on this entry for my own sanity but i'll check periodically for toplevels and put up my own toplevel a little later in the day!

come on in, the not-the-water's fine!

Comments

[pure_havoc]

Yeah, yeah. That pessimism is warranted, but it's not going to derail Cao Pi at the moment. "What a shining ray of sunshine you are," he snarks back. "Perhaps you should unleash it all on me so you don't take any back to your friend."

He's drunk enough that he gives zero shits. Lay it on him or don't, it's fine. He won't remember in the morning.

[callada]

"Nothing to unleash. It's just reality. We're not prepared to fight those things." He's starting to slur his words a little and he knows it, and he doesn't really care.

Law almost died, and he can't lose him. He could have died, and instead he was afflicted by whatever this awful hunger is, but that's better than death solely because he doesn't think Law could handle going through that again.

[pure_havoc]

No arguments here. He nods slowly in agreement, setting his glass down.

"We're not. But I'm not dealing with that right this moment. Later." It's not denial, it's a promise. All things in their own time, including grappling with the big existential problems they already chatted about. The difference between Cao Pi and the Wild Hunt is that he will fight, but has already accepted that if this fight goes the way the eight-headed serpent did, death is an option. It's the fine line between rolling over and giving up right here and now, and doing it at the true, utter end. That's what makes him better (in his own mind) than the Hunt.

But he's too drunk to get into all of that right now, all he's got for Rosinante is a sympathetic gaze that wobbles a bit.

[callada]

"Well, you asked," he grumbles. He's not dealing with it either right now, he's drinking.

Though he's ready to be done. He manages to down the last of his glass in a dramatic gulp, then fails to set the glass nicely back down on the top of the bar - instead it tips and rolls, headed for the edge to fall to the floor and break unless Cao Pi is feeling quick.

[pure_havoc]

He tries, but after a couple of deft bobbles, the glass bounces off him and clatters to the floor. It's only by some miracle of exactly how it hits that it doesn't shatter, but it bangs and clatters and then rolls away across the floor. "Ah. I guess that means you're done," Zihuan quips as he straightens up - slowly, bracing himself on the bar.

[callada]

He sure is, and slowly nods as he gathers himself, snuffs out the end of his cigarette against the torch placed at the bar, then slides off the stool and onto his feet with a hand on the bar to stabilize himself. This is going to be one long, unsteady walk back to where Law is passed out.

"Thanks for the drink." And the shitty birthday, made slightly less shitty with Cao Pi's company, for what it's worth.