[pfsb]

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian's notes have long been a haphazard disaster, and it has reached a point where he knows he's circling a revelation, missing only one or two key parts, and said parts are probably lying half-forgotten in a notebook he thought he'd reserved for another project entirely. In theory, he is trying to dig through everything to organize it a little better.

In theory.

In practice, however, Wei Wuxian is staring out the window with his chin in his hand, and he hasn't touched the papers scattered across his table for about two hours. He's too busy smiling an absolutely foolish smile at nothing in particular.

It has been a very good couple of days.

Comments

[herald_ingress]

"Ah, no, I can't help you with starships. But I know people who might be able to take you into the black. The Floating Market is a regularly held market somewhere - usually in London Above, but we kind of, I guess, subsume it for a little while - where you can find practically anything for barter. It's the only time truces occur and everyone in the Underside gathers."

[acrookedpath]

"Anything?" Brightening. "Yes, then I would be very interested to see it! If only to find out if they may have something from my own time buried among the rest."

Imagine if he found a thousand-year-old bottle of wine! Well... it might have turned to vinegar by then. But who's to know unless he finds it?

[herald_ingress]

That’s almost guaranteed! The Market, like Milliways, provides whatever is desired.

“Oh, are you from a version of Earth, then? I never thought to ask.”

[acrookedpath]

"I think so?" He tilts his head, then shrugs. "It seems the most likely. Parts of my world match with Earth, when I have spoken of it to others -- not everything," he adds, "not the cultivation or necromancy, but the physical world."

[herald_ingress]

“That’s excellent! We’ll absolutely go looking for something familiar, then. I’m sure we’ll find it.”

[acrookedpath]

"If I make a list of things I wish to find, will I curse myself to never finding them? Or finding the exact opposite?" He shudders. "I could wish for new music and find a score of perfectly notated demon screeches."