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The Bar has not relented in her attempts to get Harrow to eat something with slightly more calories than air. After many false starts, she seems to have struck gold with potatoes, a vegetable Harrow has never had before.
Mashed was a success; soup went well, too. But chips--ahhh, chips. Hot, salty, taste like almost nothing at all. Harrow may never eat anything else again. After several false starts in the dipping sauce area she has made peace with a light sprinkling of vinegar. The only problem is they make her gloves and her papers greasy.
Therefore, find Harrowhark Nonagesimus at a table with her journal and a skeletal hand, drawing spirals and... God help us... eating chips with a fork. It could be worse. The hand could be feeding them to her.
Mashed was a success; soup went well, too. But chips--ahhh, chips. Hot, salty, taste like almost nothing at all. Harrow may never eat anything else again. After several false starts in the dipping sauce area she has made peace with a light sprinkling of vinegar. The only problem is they make her gloves and her papers greasy.
Therefore, find Harrowhark Nonagesimus at a table with her journal and a skeletal hand, drawing spirals and... God help us... eating chips with a fork. It could be worse. The hand could be feeding them to her.
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Date: 2020-10-07 10:23 pm (UTC)Last nght Wei Wuxian stayed in the common room, drinking pot after pot of tea to stay awake as long as he could, but sleep took him at chÇ’u hour and spat him out again, muffling a scream on his arm, a few shichen later. The poor woman on the next couch over almost jumped a meter in the air from fright. He made his apologies, reassured her he was fine, and went upstairs to keep any more of his nightmares from bothering the rest of the inn.
This doesn't feel like bad luck anymore, or Lan Zhan growing so disgusted with him that he decided it would be better to spend his evening in Cold Pond Cave. The certainty gnaws a cold pit in his stomach: something is wrong.
"Harrow," he says as he approaches. He made an effort to tidy up after his largely sleepless night, but there is no disguising the bags under his eyes, dark as a bruise. "Hello. Have you seen Lan Zhan lately?"
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Date: 2020-10-07 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-07 10:37 pm (UTC)Without invitation, he slumps into the chair across from hers, forehead resting on his palm. "I went drinking with Ingress in London Above not long after we last spoke," he says. "I returned -- later than I should have, and he wasn't here. I am not sure if he came into the inn at all. And he did not turn up last night, either."
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Date: 2020-10-07 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-07 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-07 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-07 11:08 pm (UTC)The cold weight in his belly sinks further. Lan Zhan is meticulous; Lan Zhan is careful. Surely --
"He is in seclusion," he says, lower. "Imprisoned."
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Date: 2020-10-07 11:14 pm (UTC)She doesn't ask why; why is obvious enough.
"What are the terms of his penance?"
It happens that she has sentenced people to seclusion before.
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Date: 2020-10-07 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-07 11:30 pm (UTC)"Scrutiny often intensifies towards the end of such terms."
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Date: 2020-10-07 11:38 pm (UTC)How often has Wei Wuxian said, too concerned to be truly lighthearted, that Lan Zhan should take care not to get caught? Every time Lan Zhan reassured him he would be fine, he believed it. In recent nights, the worry had hardly even crossed his mind: of course he would take care. Of course he would be safe.
He cannot have been caught.
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Date: 2020-10-07 11:41 pm (UTC)"How would they punish him in such circumstances?"
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Date: 2020-10-07 11:54 pm (UTC)He's staring fixedly at a small crumb on the tabletop, not quite seeing it.
"I know how they punished me when I broke their rules at lectures. But I do not know what they might do to him. He is the Second Jade of Lan; they could as easily offer leniency as they could make an example of him."
(He does not want to admit how much the former is a foolish hope.)
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Date: 2020-10-08 12:00 am (UTC)"Punishment is not the only possibility," she says. "If his only entrance is within the cave, if he were called away he would not be able to return without causing suspicion. If, for instance, his brother was injured? Or if some other crisis required the Second Jade of Lan, and they waived the remaining weeks."
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Date: 2020-10-08 12:28 am (UTC)Which is a miserable idea in its own right, but at least Lan Zhan will be unhurt.
"Or he may simply have trouble finding a door, even if he is still in Cold Pond Cave. It could be anything."
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Date: 2020-10-08 12:38 am (UTC)"--if I were in your place, I would be feral," she admits. "If I having made up my mind to return and face Gideon, I found myself trapped here."
"But in my privileged position as an observer, I would recommend waiting a little longer before turning to emergency measures."
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Date: 2020-10-08 02:19 am (UTC)"I'm not even sure what emergency measures I could take," he confesses. "I cannot see the front door, let alone pass through it. Ingress, maybe -- Ingress is an Opener. But it's likely I'd succeed in making nothing but a ghost of myself."
And if he did, who knows if he would be able to return to the inn?
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Date: 2020-10-08 05:12 am (UTC)"Hello, Harrow," she says. "Oh, yum, chips. I love chips."
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Date: 2020-10-08 10:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-08 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-08 02:59 pm (UTC)Ingress is gone for just long enough to bring back her own order of chips along with a milkshake. She also brings chopsticks because they worked so well last time. She clicks them at Harrow playfully before scooping one into her mouth.
“How are you?”
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Date: 2020-10-08 03:06 pm (UTC)"I am well enough. Reviewing my studies of Lyctoral matters and considering matters of communication."
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Date: 2020-10-08 03:14 pm (UTC)“What kind of communication matters?”
Sorry, Harrow, she’s a little extra cheerful today. She got a letter.
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Date: 2020-10-08 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-08 03:31 pm (UTC)Better than waiting for an owl or a pigeon.