video | what this library needs is a book club

[weifinder]

( This is a video message brought to you by Wei Wuxian, who just learned about video in the last week or so, and definitely knows nothing about making a video well. So congratulations, he's holding his recording tablet in one hand, in selfie mode, and grinning at the camera. He tips his head toward it, since bowing... won't work with him holding his tablet, and begins. )

This whole moving images film-creating concept is fantastic! Wei Ying, courtesy name Wei Wuxian, greeting all the others swept into this library and out of their proper homes with a simple suggestion for the sake of entertainment: a reading group. I even have a starting novel for the adult audience!

( He looks offscreen to pick up a novel and showcase its simple bound red front with lovely golden writing visible: Resentment of Chunshan. This is porn. It is very raunchy, very fantasy-not-reality gay porn written by a woman from ancient fantasy China. It is also, hopefully, an amusing read? )

This one promises to be absolutely scandalous! Then for the people who are more inclined toward having a sense of any other taste, well, I have recommendations. I've leafed through many, many books this last week and then some, if it's been a week, or any, or who knows? Time here is rather... stagnant. Either way, speak up here, or find me in person, I'm hanging around the third level with all the lounging space.

( ... then the tablet shakes as he tucks the book under an arm and taps at the screen to end the video. )

[ ooc note: novel found with permission from Shen Qingqiu's player! ]

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[weifinder]

( Wei Wuxian was in the process of lounging as he responded to the messages that would transmit on his tablet, or the live-painting-exchanges happening on its screen. It's fascinating stuff. Which means he glances up in surprise at the crash of books, almost leaping off the couch (what almost, he definitely scrambles over the back of it), then peers from... behind the couch over the top at the books, Yan Qing, and also: the books.

He grins, straightening up and tugging at his sleeves as if they'd actually inched upward from his wrists in any notable way. )

Yan-xiong! Of course! Are you bringing further reading material?

( If so, he's impressed, Yan Qing has been far less lazy on the softcore porn side than he has; he's skimmed more than anything else, and it feels like a dive into the various times he's been stranded in Lan Libraries, but hey. Nostalgia is allowed its due. )

[killful]

[Briefly, Yan Qing wonders if he'd been that sneaky. He snickers at Wei Wuxian's antics, making a mental note to surprise him better next time.]

Oh yeah. I'm doing a little research!

[The kind of research evident in his current bibliography: Water Margin, first edition. Water Margin, second edition. Suikoden, a Japanese translation of Water Margin. Water Margin For Kids. Animorphs — well, that's just something he meant to read to pass the time, so he sets it aside. Instead of sitting on the couch like a regular person, he plops himself down on the carpet and grabs a book for himself.]

Enjoying your tablet? Your ten seconds of fame?

[weifinder]

( You hand that Animorphs over right now, the two of them can read the whole series and have Feelings, okay. Feelings.

Wei Wuxian walks back around the couch and... sinks to the floor near Yan Qing. Floor sitting's more normal, anyway, and the couches are too plush half the time, he's still trying to adjust. )

Mm? Oh, fame's overrated. So's infamy.

( He laughs, waving his hand before his face. The tablet's still on the couch. Instead, he reaches for one of the books, not much minding the titles right now. )

What's the subject of inquiry?