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hugtopia_logs2021-01-06 12:07 am
lapisdei) wrote in hugtopia_logs2021-01-06 12:07 am
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Vago Mundo // OTA
♥ Who: Zhongli + anyone!
♥ Where: Diacht temple, other temples, shopping district
♥ When: Jan 4th
♥ What: Zhongli arrives on the scene
♥ Rating: PG for language.
[a.] Temple visits
[ After waking and being introduced to the situation via the automata priests, Zhongli would spend quite a bit of time slowly wandering the halls, indulging in the artistry of the architecture, as well as the many small details that reminded him of home.
He was quite pleased to be a patron of Diacht's, given how their values aligned, though other reservations on the matter of deities was held on his tongue. Being one himself, he wondered about the burdens and machinations placed on the present deity's shoulders, and what secrets the temples held.
[ If found in Diacht's temple, Zhongli would be asking a priest about the decorations and their purpose. The priest would begin to explain, but upon catching sight of someone else, suggest that Zhongli might be better off asking another off-worlder about these customs than themselves.
[ If found in any other temple, Zhongli would be asking about the local deities and their customs, and if approached, would happily ask the other off-worlder what they think of the temple. ]
[b.] Terrible Luck
[ After leaving one of the temples, perhaps with someone else, perhaps not, Zhongli's attention was caught by a fortune teller drawing in patrons, and he couldn't help but to approach and inquire about the tellers' wares.
Upon explanation, he found it quite charming, and asked to be given a fortune. He couldn't read it, but the automata distributing them kindly read it for him and handed the paper back to him. He stood in place for a moment, looking at the illegible script, and pondered the meaning for a minute. ]
That does fit the moment--thank you for your time.
[ He turned to leave the booth, be it with whomever walked out with him, or, if he left the temple alone, so he left the booth alone, as well. However, it wouldn't be long at all before some poor unfortunate soul near Zhongli would see a very tall, resplendently dressed man promptly slip in the snow and Eat Shit with the most graceful of barks. He'd sit up and wipe the snow off of the thighs of his pants and try to brush his hands dry off one another, and did a fine job of hiding just how distraught he was.
Zhongli would then manage to stand up, but a chunk of ice caught under his heel, and down he went again, this time landing on his back with a winded grunt.
He knitted his brows, but patience was still exercised. He'd stand and dust himself off a second time, and make a few meters of progress before sliding. For the way he skated down the walkway, one might think he was clumsily cruising along on heelys, but no. The ice just really seemed to have it out for him until a light post became his unlikely savior. Zhongli cleared his throat, smoothed out his coat, and the very moment he let go of the pillar, a native of this world went running by, bumped their shoulder to his, and down he went into the snow again. ]
I'm beginning to think I'll have better luck staying down here for now. [ He seemed more resigned, though the stiffness in his tone started to betray his irritation at the sudden bout of mechanical difficulty he was having at the moment. ]
[c.] Little soldier boy come marching home
[ Zhongli had not yet chosen a home for himself. He wanted, instead, to take his time, as he preferred with all things, and give the decision due care and consideration. A kindly native of the world explained the amenities were all the same in the provided housing, and the only real available customization was to be had by choice of roommates and location.
It was a small thing, but he wanted to take the time to decide whether or not he wanted others living with him, so for now, he asked where he could get a cup of hot tea and found the described location.
[c.1] Upon finally making it to the front of the line and placing an order for ginger and chamomile tea, he was then, of course, asked to pay. Zhongli paused, thoughtfully so, but then quickly followed up the moment by asking how to pay. The barista just gave him a tired glance, but otherwise was kind enough to explain how to perform the transaction. ]
Ah, thank you. It would seem I don't have any of your currency, though.
[ Zhongli didn't seem at all embarrassed or perturbed. Only a little disappointed and saddened that he wouldn't be getting his tea, and wasted the time of those around him. ]
[c2.] A kindly patron had paid for his tea inside, and after graciously thanking them, he took a seat at one of the dainty tables and cupped the tea gently in both hands, relishing the warmth of the cup. He also took his time lingering over the rim of the cup, letting the steam rise and tickle his nose and forehead to chase away the last lingering chill of winter from outside, and to also enjoy the sweet, light aroma of ginger and chamomile. It would be some time before he took his first sip and set the cup carefully down on the table with a purposeful presence of mind. ]
Though wonderfully brewed, I will say this tea tastes...off. Not necessarily bad, and I compliment the staff's understanding of a finely brewed cup of tea, but there's a certain element to it that I can't describe. A unique quality, likely a result of the components having different qualities from those of home.
[ Zhongli also asked what his company suggested to enjoy as a snack with tea--since he was so unfamiliar with the options--and he of coursed asked politely if they would like to order some. As it sat on the table next to his cup, however, he gave the pastry(he had decided on a cinnamon roll, thinking the cinnamon would pair well with the ginger and chamomile) a curious look, then looked to his companion. ]
Will I need a fork to eat this?
[d.] Wildcard
[ Is there anything in particular you want to drag Zhongli into? Feel free to! I'll happily go along with whatever. Don't @ me for the title of the c option if you know the reference. >:) ]
♥ Where: Diacht temple, other temples, shopping district
♥ When: Jan 4th
♥ What: Zhongli arrives on the scene
♥ Rating: PG for language.
[a.] Temple visits
[ After waking and being introduced to the situation via the automata priests, Zhongli would spend quite a bit of time slowly wandering the halls, indulging in the artistry of the architecture, as well as the many small details that reminded him of home.
He was quite pleased to be a patron of Diacht's, given how their values aligned, though other reservations on the matter of deities was held on his tongue. Being one himself, he wondered about the burdens and machinations placed on the present deity's shoulders, and what secrets the temples held.
[ If found in Diacht's temple, Zhongli would be asking a priest about the decorations and their purpose. The priest would begin to explain, but upon catching sight of someone else, suggest that Zhongli might be better off asking another off-worlder about these customs than themselves.
[ If found in any other temple, Zhongli would be asking about the local deities and their customs, and if approached, would happily ask the other off-worlder what they think of the temple. ]
[b.] Terrible Luck
[ After leaving one of the temples, perhaps with someone else, perhaps not, Zhongli's attention was caught by a fortune teller drawing in patrons, and he couldn't help but to approach and inquire about the tellers' wares.
Upon explanation, he found it quite charming, and asked to be given a fortune. He couldn't read it, but the automata distributing them kindly read it for him and handed the paper back to him. He stood in place for a moment, looking at the illegible script, and pondered the meaning for a minute. ]
That does fit the moment--thank you for your time.
[ He turned to leave the booth, be it with whomever walked out with him, or, if he left the temple alone, so he left the booth alone, as well. However, it wouldn't be long at all before some poor unfortunate soul near Zhongli would see a very tall, resplendently dressed man promptly slip in the snow and Eat Shit with the most graceful of barks. He'd sit up and wipe the snow off of the thighs of his pants and try to brush his hands dry off one another, and did a fine job of hiding just how distraught he was.
Zhongli would then manage to stand up, but a chunk of ice caught under his heel, and down he went again, this time landing on his back with a winded grunt.
He knitted his brows, but patience was still exercised. He'd stand and dust himself off a second time, and make a few meters of progress before sliding. For the way he skated down the walkway, one might think he was clumsily cruising along on heelys, but no. The ice just really seemed to have it out for him until a light post became his unlikely savior. Zhongli cleared his throat, smoothed out his coat, and the very moment he let go of the pillar, a native of this world went running by, bumped their shoulder to his, and down he went into the snow again. ]
I'm beginning to think I'll have better luck staying down here for now. [ He seemed more resigned, though the stiffness in his tone started to betray his irritation at the sudden bout of mechanical difficulty he was having at the moment. ]
[c.] Little soldier boy come marching home
[ Zhongli had not yet chosen a home for himself. He wanted, instead, to take his time, as he preferred with all things, and give the decision due care and consideration. A kindly native of the world explained the amenities were all the same in the provided housing, and the only real available customization was to be had by choice of roommates and location.
It was a small thing, but he wanted to take the time to decide whether or not he wanted others living with him, so for now, he asked where he could get a cup of hot tea and found the described location.
[c.1] Upon finally making it to the front of the line and placing an order for ginger and chamomile tea, he was then, of course, asked to pay. Zhongli paused, thoughtfully so, but then quickly followed up the moment by asking how to pay. The barista just gave him a tired glance, but otherwise was kind enough to explain how to perform the transaction. ]
Ah, thank you. It would seem I don't have any of your currency, though.
[ Zhongli didn't seem at all embarrassed or perturbed. Only a little disappointed and saddened that he wouldn't be getting his tea, and wasted the time of those around him. ]
[c2.] A kindly patron had paid for his tea inside, and after graciously thanking them, he took a seat at one of the dainty tables and cupped the tea gently in both hands, relishing the warmth of the cup. He also took his time lingering over the rim of the cup, letting the steam rise and tickle his nose and forehead to chase away the last lingering chill of winter from outside, and to also enjoy the sweet, light aroma of ginger and chamomile. It would be some time before he took his first sip and set the cup carefully down on the table with a purposeful presence of mind. ]
Though wonderfully brewed, I will say this tea tastes...off. Not necessarily bad, and I compliment the staff's understanding of a finely brewed cup of tea, but there's a certain element to it that I can't describe. A unique quality, likely a result of the components having different qualities from those of home.
[ Zhongli also asked what his company suggested to enjoy as a snack with tea--since he was so unfamiliar with the options--and he of coursed asked politely if they would like to order some. As it sat on the table next to his cup, however, he gave the pastry(he had decided on a cinnamon roll, thinking the cinnamon would pair well with the ginger and chamomile) a curious look, then looked to his companion. ]
Will I need a fork to eat this?
[d.] Wildcard
[ Is there anything in particular you want to drag Zhongli into? Feel free to! I'll happily go along with whatever. Don't @ me for the title of the c option if you know the reference. >:) ]
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Which is probably why all of the tea he's had with Zhongli was just bafflingly expensive to him and he didn't appreciate it nearly as much as he should.
He also hates it when Zhongli has a point, more so now than before. He rolls his eyes and waves a hand.]
Yeah, yeah. Can't exactly go storming the palace when there's no palace to storm.
[He's still unused to gods and Archons being so distant... He's well aware that Barbatos leaves Monstadt to its own devices, and Morax was supposed to keep far away from Liyue all but once a year, but the Tsaritsa was always there. As a Harbinger, he could see her whenever he wanted to, but even before then, when he was just Ajax, he knew she was in the Palace and was looking out for their home.
He hasn't heard of much contact from these gods, yet, and he's not sure what to make of that.]
...Liyuan New Year?
[That's... Not what he was expecting. His brow furrows, and he thinks he's heard of the holiday before when he was doing research on Liyue, but he didn't get the chance to experience it himself.]
You're - Seriously? We're seriously going to throw Liyuan New Year?
[...He can't be surprised, but also, he's kind of surprised.]
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Before them, natives and travelers alike moved to and fro, and it could almost be like home for how bustling it was, but alas, it lacked a certain warmth of charm to him. Even so, he moved first and lead them towards where the priests dictated the housing district would be. ]
Arguably it's possible, but there's no sense stabbing oneself in one's own foot when there are better options available.
But yes, Liyuan New Year. [ The content smile stayed upon his face, and was now rather self-satisfied.
Rest assured, Rex Lapis missed being more involved with his peoples, but they no longer needed him hovering over them and governing their lives; their confrontation with the God of The Vortex proved that well enough to him. Courtesy of one Childe. True, he was very proud to see them become so strongly independent and carry theirselves in all things with unyielding honor and grace, and he longed for the days he did once walk among them and revel in their love, Zhongli's people were ready to fly the nest he'd made for them. And as they found their wings, Zhongli had one final contract to uphold. ]
It's safe to assume I won't be present in Liyue to be part of the celebrations there, and it's our most important holiday spanning the entirety of the month, so yes. I'm going to inquire about hosting Liyuan New Year celebrations.
I'm glad to hear you're interested in assisting me with the preparations, as they'll be no small task. [ He heard that 'we,' Childe. He heard it. ]
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[He watches the natives passing by, everyone who's from another world like they are sticking out like sore thumbs. He's still not quite sure what to make of the natives themselves - it seems strange, to make yourself a machine, but they're nothing like the automatas he's found roving Teyvat. Nothing at all like Ruin Guards Dottore was researching, and he's not sure if it's because they used to be people or something else.
He scratches the bridge of his nose, considering. It did seem like a big deal, which was strange. New Years in Snezhnaya was the same time as everywhere else, but luckily or unluckily you'd get a week off work until the next holiday. It had been decided that working and toiling when there was another holiday was around the corner was foolish, or something. The decision had been made when he was a child, but his family, at the time, had been too poor with too many children to feed to take advantage of the break.
But the Liyuan celebration sounds so much more like an actual celebration, which means...]
And, well, I'm mostly curious how you're planning on funding this whole thing if the priests don't give you a budget - or in the more likely case, if your plans exceed the budget you get. Mora doesn't exactly carry weight, here.
[Not that he woke up with much on him - all he had was his uniform, his Vision and Delusion, and the Mr. Cyclops action figure he swore he gave to that traveler to give to Teucer.]
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As for funding, while I'm afraid I can no longer manifest Mora anyway, contracts need not only be a vessel for trading Mora. Things such as goods and services can also be for trade, even personal time and effort are valuable tools.
[ He still had a pleasant smile on him as the empty houses came moreso into view. They were quaint little abodes, though their architecture and the stylistic choices of the surrounding lands was, strange, and made him pause to inspect the first house he came upon. (it was taken, but that didn't matter to him if they were only going to stand outside and look hard at it) ]
Will you be staying on your own, or should I find a place for the both of us?
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[He gives Zhongli a critical looking, sizing the man up and down. He would have liked to think he's gotten to know the man over his time in Liyue, but considering how the man played him like a fool... He might be better off considering them back at square one.
It just makes him more curious, though.]
What kind of services can you even offer? Lessons about the history and culture of country they never knew existed?
[...Not that there's many skills Childe has to offer that would be useful here. Hm. It seems he might have to get comfortable with touch really quickly.
And then Zhongli asks if he wants to live with him and - yep. Definitely knows nothing about the man. He stares at the side of his head, ignoring the odd foreign house they're in front of, as if he stares long enough he'll be able to read his mind.]
...You want to live together. With me. [...] I'll cook and keep the place tidy, but I am not paying for everything or doing maintenance around the place.