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WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE
POPULATION: 37
There's the soft, chiming ding of an elevator as you slowly grow conscious. You remember the sound of a voice whispering in your ear, and then a very gentle, easy darkness as you fell asleep.
Then the elevator jolts, and you promptly ram into some of the thirty or so other people also waking up from their nap. Time to trample people on your way out! Be careful not to rip your flattering outfit with light up furry ears of an animal of your choice. On this elevator there are a total of 10 buttons and they're all lit up! But they don't work. A shame. The elevator doesn't go anywhere else.
In any case, once you exit the elevator, you'll find that you have a decently wide area to explore. There doesn't seem to be any sort of exit to the outside world, but that's okay. You didn't want to leave without what you came for, right? Besides, it's wonderful here: the temperature is perfect, every surface is as soft as clouds, and the atmosphere is so, so inviting. The base itself is low-lit in fluorescent neon colors which shift and pulse over time, and there's a soft, reassuring humming sound under your feet. It would be comforting if you didn't feel like you were being watched every time you walk along the hallways.
But hey, don't worry about that! Maybe you should be more concerned with the phone in your pocket! The phones have a few functions, as well as a low pixel camera. Pictures are in black and white, so no brightly colored selfies for you. Oh, and while you're taking those selfies, you might notice the symbol of your Avatar tattooed and glowing faintly on the back of your hand. Hope you're fine with impromptu body mods.
Eventually during your wandering, you'll find your room with roommates included! On the floor of your room, there is a big gift box with your name on it. Upon opening it, you will be absolutely obliterated with glittery confetti. But once you manage to get past that, the gift box contains the following:
✦ your item from home
✦ a pair of boxer-briefs labeled "ball hammock"
✦ a stress ball that looks suspiciously like a boob
✦ a rainbow bath bomb
✦ a Polaroid camera with 10 instant film
✦ a frozen steak in a vacuum-sealed pouch
✦ a blue and pink dual flashlight; one end has a normal white bulb, and one end has a blacklight bulb
✦ a tiny crown
Welcome to your new home. Take some time to look around, talk to your fellow indulgers. All of you can see each other's symbols on the back of your hands - maybe it'll strike up a conversation. After all, there's no better way to get to know each other than talking about your sins on the first date!
ii for the fake china nonsense
Childe has his own chopsticks, probably in his pocket because men's pants actually have decent ones. You know which ones they are. Terrible.]
Don't tell me these things are required here, too.
[Please give the white boy a fork.]
rip to a boy
Ming Yi glances up as he brings another mouthful of food up with his chopsticks, pausing and narrowing his eyes slightly as he turns that question over. ]
... probably not. [ Because it. Probably isn't? They're just what he wanted and what he's used to, besides the soup spoon he also has. ] There's other utensils.
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Thank goodness. I really can't get the hang of them. [And Zhongli isn't here to make fun of him so HA]
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[ Do you eat with your hands, you barbarian child? Ming Yi at least isn't annoyed by the company, but is otherwise indifferent to it, despite the chopsticks appearing - Childe isn't overly peppy, and isn't necessarily trying to interrupt him by existing. ]
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I'm not sure I'd say I'm still unused to them... a companion of mine insisted they were vital to understanding Liyue's cuisine. But I can't seem to get used to them. Forks and knives are more common in the motherland.
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I've never heard of Liyue before, but it's most common in Zhongguo as well. [ click clack go the chopsticks, but only after he's stuck the food in his mouth because he's not dropping it. ] Maybe if you had training chopsticks instead of those wedding ones.
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also I hate you]
--Sorry?
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Your chopsticks. [ Ming Yi gestures down with his, cheek full of food so that he can talk and it isn't gross looking. ] Are too expensive looking to be used everyday, especially by someone not used to using them, unless you're a rich young lord with money to spare, or someone gave them to you. It's usually a gift for couples, considering their symbolism.
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...
...
there is so much complicated emotion on his face right now but the primary sense is "what the fuck"]
They were... ah, given to me, in a way, [he fucking paid for them] but I was told to use them specifically to practice.
[he's going to kill zhongli with his bare hands]
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[ We love how Childe is constantly clowned on, really. Ming Yi sees the turmoil but doesn't question it, or the reason behind the "ah," and just makes a vague noise. ]
Or a misguided attempt at courtship? Who am I to judge. [ He judges so much. ]
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That man... someone's going to have to teach him how to use his words properly. [Because if there's one thing Zhongli is bad at, it's talking. Obviously!!!] But I suppose I ought to take care of them until we leave this place.
[What a convenient reason to shove them in a drawer and never use them.]
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[ He seems completely unbothered by the fact a fantasy Chinese man may or may not be trying to court this poor white boy. Or is just an idiot. Or was being thoughtful and cheeky at the same time. Who's to say with Zhongli? ]
Regardless, they're not chopsticks for you to be using for practice, so it's better to use the things from your "motherland."
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Yes, I wouldn't want to be disrespectful. [sure]