((Huaisang uses male pronouns but his conformity to gender expectations is ... loose at best. With his very long black hair, he'll be ending up in the 'wife' role for the game!))
Smile, it's a Brand New Day
When Nie Huaisang awakens, it's with the feeling that his silk undergarments feel oddly scratchy and sticky. He stirs, irritable about the unfamiliar sensation, and the movement makes it clear that this is not silk on his skin. This is something different and deeply terrible. Sitting up, he finds himself in a room like none he's ever seen before. It is small and cluttered, by his standards, with ugly patterns and no consideration at all for the laws of feng shui. The garment he's wearing has a sheen like silk, perhaps even more than silk, but is somehow entirely wrong. What a strange kidnapping this is!
All of that he might be able to take in stride, ready to sneak or persuade his way out of this kidnapping and back home. At least he isn't tied up. But then he notices there's someone next to him in the bed, which contains unnerving implications. He doesn't remember getting drunk enough that he would have gone home with a stranger and willingly put on such an unpleasant garment.
Forgetting entirely about his plan to sneak out of here, Huaisang shrieks loudly upon finding himself in bed with his captor or some fellow captive. This is all too much and he simply cannot and will not deal with it. It's time to default to his Plan B, which has almost always worked out well for him: wail until someone else fixes the problem.
Drip, Drip, Drown
This strange nightmare is ongoing, and thus Huaisang has no choice but to play along until he can wake up or find a way out. He assumes he's caught in some kind of enchantment to keep him trapped in a dream, but he doesn't have the first idea how to break a spell like that. (Did they go over this in his studies? Maybe he should have paid a little more attention after all.)
The locals all refer to him as female, and the garments in his home that fit him are all consistent in style with the garments worn by the women of the town. This is puzzling, but he's surprised to find it as an immense relief. Suddenly, he's exempt from all the expectations of masculinity which weighed so uncomfortably on him back home. There are new expectations of femininity, sure, but those come more easily. Fuss over making sure his hair looks pretty? Check. Gossip with the other women about current fashions? Check. Cook, clean, and maintain a household? Ehhhhhhhhhh.
At least he can take refuge in playing dumb whenever he encounters something he doesn't understand (or doesn't want to do). Stupidity isn't subversive, after all, right? They're supposed to clean up the leaves from the yard? How? Where is he supposed to find a 'rake'? And what is supposed to be done with the gathered leaves?
Perhaps you can come to his rescue while he's confusedly receiving directions from some of the other townsfolk in regards to home and garden care, or you can find him wandering helplessly around in the grocery with a despairing look on his face, or, after that, in the cooking section of a bookshop, trying to make sense of either the recipes or the instructions. "What even is gelatin? Why does it look like that?"
Monster Mash(querade)
Huaisang does love a party, even in such a weird place as this one. And he is tempted by the opportunity to learn a bit more about this 'Marjorie', who holds power over the Homeowners' Association. So he shows up in the nicest dress in his closet, an elegant red velvet gown with a plunging neckline, and a gold mask with a beaded veil.
Partaking liberally of the punch, Huaisang takes the opportunity to mingle. He's getting better at learning how to mimic the behavior of the locals, though he still has frequent questions about the ideology he's supposed to conform to. Even with his innocent cluelessness, he's still constantly a little terrified that his array of questions will get him in trouble. Everyone else seems to just know what a communist is, but Huaisang still can't make sense of it even from the informational brochures and the television programs. He doesn't dare ask again how he's supposed to know what a communist is and how not to be one. A threat to our American way of life. He only asked once What's an American?, and the looks he got immediately told him not to ask again.
So here he is, heart pounding behind his bright and cheery smile, laughing at jokes he doesn't understand. After a while it becomes overwhelming, even with a third cup of punch to help him along, so he retreats to the edges of the party, looking for a quieter room where he can recover before anyone notices that his smile is becoming strained. Bumping into someone coming out of a door he's heading into, Huaisang's cup of punch sloshes over his hand and may also risk dousing whoever he's just run into.
"Oh!" Huaisang yelps in surprise. "Sorry."
Life in Plastic
As soon as Huaisang notices the locals seeking shelter, he is similarly ready to seek safety, but he's still some distance from his own house and he's not sure how urgent the threat is. Is this one of the nuclear drills he's heard about, or the actual bomb threat? Most of the implications there remain a mystery to him, but he understands that there's some urgent threat chasing the locals into their homes.
Recognizing another out-of-towner like himself, Huaisang rushes over to them, hoping to beg shelter or protection. "Is your home close to here? Do you know what's going on?"
Wildcard [Open to any of the scenarios, feel free to throw something at me or reach out at marlovingian to plot!]
Nie Huaisang | The Untamed | New Player
Smile, it's a Brand New Day
When Nie Huaisang awakens, it's with the feeling that his silk undergarments feel oddly scratchy and sticky. He stirs, irritable about the unfamiliar sensation, and the movement makes it clear that this is not silk on his skin. This is something different and deeply terrible. Sitting up, he finds himself in a room like none he's ever seen before. It is small and cluttered, by his standards, with ugly patterns and no consideration at all for the laws of feng shui. The garment he's wearing has a sheen like silk, perhaps even more than silk, but is somehow entirely wrong. What a strange kidnapping this is!
All of that he might be able to take in stride, ready to sneak or persuade his way out of this kidnapping and back home. At least he isn't tied up. But then he notices there's someone next to him in the bed, which contains unnerving implications. He doesn't remember getting drunk enough that he would have gone home with a stranger and willingly put on such an unpleasant garment.
Forgetting entirely about his plan to sneak out of here, Huaisang shrieks loudly upon finding himself in bed with his captor or some fellow captive. This is all too much and he simply cannot and will not deal with it. It's time to default to his Plan B, which has almost always worked out well for him: wail until someone else fixes the problem.
Drip, Drip, Drown
This strange nightmare is ongoing, and thus Huaisang has no choice but to play along until he can wake up or find a way out. He assumes he's caught in some kind of enchantment to keep him trapped in a dream, but he doesn't have the first idea how to break a spell like that. (Did they go over this in his studies? Maybe he should have paid a little more attention after all.)
The locals all refer to him as female, and the garments in his home that fit him are all consistent in style with the garments worn by the women of the town. This is puzzling, but he's surprised to find it as an immense relief. Suddenly, he's exempt from all the expectations of masculinity which weighed so uncomfortably on him back home. There are new expectations of femininity, sure, but those come more easily. Fuss over making sure his hair looks pretty? Check. Gossip with the other women about current fashions? Check. Cook, clean, and maintain a household? Ehhhhhhhhhh.
At least he can take refuge in playing dumb whenever he encounters something he doesn't understand (or doesn't want to do). Stupidity isn't subversive, after all, right? They're supposed to clean up the leaves from the yard? How? Where is he supposed to find a 'rake'? And what is supposed to be done with the gathered leaves?
Perhaps you can come to his rescue while he's confusedly receiving directions from some of the other townsfolk in regards to home and garden care, or you can find him wandering helplessly around in the grocery with a despairing look on his face, or, after that, in the cooking section of a bookshop, trying to make sense of either the recipes or the instructions. "What even is gelatin? Why does it look like that?"
Monster Mash(querade)
Huaisang does love a party, even in such a weird place as this one. And he is tempted by the opportunity to learn a bit more about this 'Marjorie', who holds power over the Homeowners' Association. So he shows up in the nicest dress in his closet, an elegant red velvet gown with a plunging neckline, and a gold mask with a beaded veil.
Partaking liberally of the punch, Huaisang takes the opportunity to mingle. He's getting better at learning how to mimic the behavior of the locals, though he still has frequent questions about the ideology he's supposed to conform to. Even with his innocent cluelessness, he's still constantly a little terrified that his array of questions will get him in trouble. Everyone else seems to just know what a communist is, but Huaisang still can't make sense of it even from the informational brochures and the television programs. He doesn't dare ask again how he's supposed to know what a communist is and how not to be one. A threat to our American way of life. He only asked once What's an American?, and the looks he got immediately told him not to ask again.
So here he is, heart pounding behind his bright and cheery smile, laughing at jokes he doesn't understand. After a while it becomes overwhelming, even with a third cup of punch to help him along, so he retreats to the edges of the party, looking for a quieter room where he can recover before anyone notices that his smile is becoming strained. Bumping into someone coming out of a door he's heading into, Huaisang's cup of punch sloshes over his hand and may also risk dousing whoever he's just run into.
"Oh!" Huaisang yelps in surprise. "Sorry."
Life in Plastic
As soon as Huaisang notices the locals seeking shelter, he is similarly ready to seek safety, but he's still some distance from his own house and he's not sure how urgent the threat is. Is this one of the nuclear drills he's heard about, or the actual bomb threat? Most of the implications there remain a mystery to him, but he understands that there's some urgent threat chasing the locals into their homes.
Recognizing another out-of-towner like himself, Huaisang rushes over to them, hoping to beg shelter or protection. "Is your home close to here? Do you know what's going on?"
Wildcard
[Open to any of the scenarios, feel free to throw something at me or reach out at