[Waking in a strange bed and a strange place is not such an uncommon experience. Pian Ran accepts it with mild interest as she searches her mind through the haze of all the alcohol she doesn't remember drinking. The bed is empty, so she doesn't even have a clue about who she went home with, and the furnishings are of no design style she's seen before.
Pushing herself up out of the tangled nest she's made of the blankets, she huffs a strand of hair out of her face and looks around for clues. None. Only a few hard pellets beside a glass of water. She sniffs the pellets, wrinkling her nose at the harsh scent. Medicine, probably. She leaves it, but drinks the water.
The clothes that have been laid out for her are a mystery to her, and though she makes an attempt, the fastenings of buttons and zippers remain too confounding, so she abandons them and retrieves her own apparel from the back of the closest, a flowing red hanfu.
Further confusion awaits her at breakfast as she attempts to negotiate with the wait staff over the question of how she'd like her eggs, because all the available options don't include the one she wants most.] As eggs. [Of course, miss. How would you like them cooked?] No, thank you, don't bother. Just the eggs. [Her smile is friendly and polite, though it becomes more forced as it takes a couple more exchanges before she understands what they're not understanding and manages clarify that she wants the eggs raw in their shells.
She orders plenty of other things off the menu, one each of all the available sweets, excited to indulge in each new thing. When the eggs are brought to her, she cracks each one one-handed into her mouth, swallows, a practiced gesture that doesn't spill a drop, and sets the two halves of the egg shell down on her plate.
No one has behaved as though her presence is strange, so she assumes that sooner or later she'll figure out who she bedded in order to end up here. In the meantime, she guesses it's best to pretend that she's supposed to be here, and turns to whoever's beside her at the breakfast table to try and get information.]
How are you acquainted with our hosts?
Itsy Bitsy
[With a little help from the staff, Pian Ran has embraced the provided poolside attire, lounging in a tiny purple bikini with gold accents. She lounges by the poolside, with a green OPEN bracelet on her wrist.
Entertained though she is by watching others playing in the water, she has no intention of going in herself, a fact that's easy to guess from a glance at her artfully styled hair. She's not getting that wet.
Eventually she's tempted by the paints, picking up a pot of blue paint and sniffing it once, nose wrinkling. She has no idea how anyone got that shade of blue into a paint and it smells terrible. Still, the art project sounds fun.]
Are you much of an artist? I'm willing to try painting, but it won't be very good.
Fruits of Labour
[Pian Ran submits willingly to the handfasting, amused by the game. She's always enjoyed attaching herself to people, though it's usually not in such a literal manner, and she assumes that the ribbon can be untied or cut as soon as she gets bored. For now, she offers a playful smile to her temporary spouse. There's a seductive glint to her eyes, simply because she's spent so much of her life using seduction to get what she wants, so it's a simmering undercurrent to everything that she does.]
What will you give me for a wedding present?
Wildcard
[Open to anything! Feel free to reach me for plotting at marlovingian ]
Pian Ran | Till the End of the Moon | New Character
[Waking in a strange bed and a strange place is not such an uncommon experience. Pian Ran accepts it with mild interest as she searches her mind through the haze of all the alcohol she doesn't remember drinking. The bed is empty, so she doesn't even have a clue about who she went home with, and the furnishings are of no design style she's seen before.
Pushing herself up out of the tangled nest she's made of the blankets, she huffs a strand of hair out of her face and looks around for clues. None. Only a few hard pellets beside a glass of water. She sniffs the pellets, wrinkling her nose at the harsh scent. Medicine, probably. She leaves it, but drinks the water.
The clothes that have been laid out for her are a mystery to her, and though she makes an attempt, the fastenings of buttons and zippers remain too confounding, so she abandons them and retrieves her own apparel from the back of the closest, a flowing red hanfu.
Further confusion awaits her at breakfast as she attempts to negotiate with the wait staff over the question of how she'd like her eggs, because all the available options don't include the one she wants most.] As eggs. [Of course, miss. How would you like them cooked?] No, thank you, don't bother. Just the eggs. [Her smile is friendly and polite, though it becomes more forced as it takes a couple more exchanges before she understands what they're not understanding and manages clarify that she wants the eggs raw in their shells.
She orders plenty of other things off the menu, one each of all the available sweets, excited to indulge in each new thing. When the eggs are brought to her, she cracks each one one-handed into her mouth, swallows, a practiced gesture that doesn't spill a drop, and sets the two halves of the egg shell down on her plate.
No one has behaved as though her presence is strange, so she assumes that sooner or later she'll figure out who she bedded in order to end up here. In the meantime, she guesses it's best to pretend that she's supposed to be here, and turns to whoever's beside her at the breakfast table to try and get information.]
How are you acquainted with our hosts?
Itsy Bitsy
[With a little help from the staff, Pian Ran has embraced the provided poolside attire, lounging in a tiny purple bikini with gold accents. She lounges by the poolside, with a green OPEN bracelet on her wrist.
Entertained though she is by watching others playing in the water, she has no intention of going in herself, a fact that's easy to guess from a glance at her artfully styled hair. She's not getting that wet.
Eventually she's tempted by the paints, picking up a pot of blue paint and sniffing it once, nose wrinkling. She has no idea how anyone got that shade of blue into a paint and it smells terrible. Still, the art project sounds fun.]
Are you much of an artist? I'm willing to try painting, but it won't be very good.
Fruits of Labour
[Pian Ran submits willingly to the handfasting, amused by the game. She's always enjoyed attaching herself to people, though it's usually not in such a literal manner, and she assumes that the ribbon can be untied or cut as soon as she gets bored. For now, she offers a playful smile to her temporary spouse. There's a seductive glint to her eyes, simply because she's spent so much of her life using seduction to get what she wants, so it's a simmering undercurrent to everything that she does.]
What will you give me for a wedding present?
Wildcard
[Open to anything! Feel free to reach me for plotting at