[open post] NEW USER: Shang Qinghua

[greatmasterairplane]

Look, this clearly isn't Proud Immortal Demon Way. Shang Qinghua might not remember all the details of what he wrote—that's what his most devoted fans are for, to point out inconsistencies in the comments section so Shang Qinghua can bullshit some mystical explanation, hahaha—but he's sure he didn't write this Western-style mansion. The System, when he tries to question it, is silent. So maybe it's some kind of test?

If so, not fair! Arranging the invasion of the Immortal Alliance Conference was supposed to be his last thing. The original Shang Qinghua died shortly after that, so how much plot relevance could he have?? He was meant to be retired, living life in the lap of luxury (or drudgery in the employ of his king, but whatever). Why doesn't the System just reward him for all his many years of loyal service? Can they have a "being hand-fed melon seeds by a group of big scantily-clad men" event, please???

He skims through the welcome table materials. Okay, so a world between dimensions, people pulled in from disparate worlds and trapped for eternity, sure. Classic stuff. His king is bound to show up at some point and drag Shang Qinghua away by his collar like a tiger scruffing a kitten. Until then, he'll just try to stay out of trouble.

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[wickedwit]

Claudius quickly considers and discards a few options. He could carry on in tones of gossip, lean in and tell the story of their flirtation in the kitchen, or of Luo Binghe's romance with Shen Qingqiu, hinting at his personal hand in it. He could roll his eyes and complain, while trying to strike a sympathetic tone for whoever has to work for a king who works for an emperor like that. He could say they've only met a few times, which is true, and that he's not at all interesting, which is less true. He could even pretend to be friends with Luo Binghe, which he discards quickest of all. "Luo Binghe's charm," he says, "is that he's a fascinating wreck of a man. Just an absolute ruin of flaws, of self-denial and excess, of self-hatred and pride, of all the vices and vulnerabilities a man can have, from the sympathetic to the monstrous. He's unrepentant and petty yet pitiful, and his feelings are so easy to hurt. We can't stand to be anywhere near each other. But he is very beautiful, I'll grant that, and very pleasant to kiss." Fine, so he did mention the flirtation.

[greatmasterairplane]

Ahhh, that's not fair! Who could possibly fail to swoon after such an incisive and flattering critique of a character you worked hard to render! This is much more gratifying than Shen Yuan's hilariously indiscriminate praise—no author wants to hear that their character is the ultimate badass who can do no wrong, and should defeat every challenge without conflict. A fascinating wreck of a man would make Shang Qinghua's day if he'd read it in the Zhongdian comments section. He's not at all surprised to hear Luo Binghe hates this guy—and loves Shen Yuan. Shang Qinghua so wants to take credit.

"Well," he hedges. "I have—some information about him that you may find interesting. But I absolutely shouldn't tell you. If you'll find me that drink, though, who knows what I might say by accident?"

[wickedwit]

"Who knows indeed?" asks Claudius, with an appreciative look. One needn't twist Claudius's arm for him to ply a charming man with alcohol in exchange for information. By now, they've reached the room with one of the bars outfitted with the most conveniences, some of which Claudius even knows how to work, like the soda gun that shoots carbonated water or the highball machine. There's even an electric sake warmer among the accoutrements.

[greatmasterairplane]

Perhaps the baijiu is hitting Shang Qinghua harder than he thought. It's just too easy for words to appear in his brain and immediately tumble from his mouth, which explains why he immediately reaches for the sake warmer while enthusing, "Electricity! I've missed it so much!"

He's forced to drop handsome Claudius' arm while he familiarizes himself with what's behind the bar, but he quickly fills it and plugs it in (plugs! outlets!!). He sets two ceramic cups down on the bar, and then leans over it like he's tending it, resting his elbows on the bar and his face in his hands. Claudius, why is that so familiar, Shang Qinghua would surely remember if he'd seen him before—wait! "Are you Prince Claudius of Denmark?"

[wickedwit]

It’s quite satisfying to watch someone who knows what they’re doing at work, whatever they’re doing. Plugs and outlets are still quite beyond Claudius, so he takes a seat at the bar and observes with fond curiosity — until Shang Qinghua asks his question.

“Yes, from the play,” he sighs, prepared to head this off at the pass. “The one on which The Lion King is based. Yes, I’m aware that it isn’t a history play, but a fictional drama, originating in England —” Wait. England is common to many worlds, with Crowley and Nightingale both being based in London, and he knows there are translations into the French and Chinese — that’s all well and good. He’s made his peace with it. But Claudius would have bet anything those nations and their literature weren’t in the area of Luo Binghe’s fictional empire. “How do you know the play?”

[greatmasterairplane]

"Oh, you don't have to worry that I'm going to judge," Shang Qinghua says quickly. "I have nothing against villains. They're always the best characters. And, well. Shen Yuan's told everyone his name is Shen Yuan—which he never told me, actually—so I'm guessing you know he started in one world and ended up in the other. And if he's said so, then there probably won't be any consequence if I say so as well—did he mention if there were consequences?"

[wickedwit]

Claudius doesn't know a Shen Yuan, he knows a Shen -- Claudius doesn't even finish the thought before it feels too obvious. He knew Shen Qingqiu wasn't Shen Qingqiu, but somehow expected for the original name to be utterly different.

"Yes, well, I think the only time we ever talked about consequences was when we were both under the influence of a truth spell. And those were emotional consequences. He told me that he'd been forced to follow the plot of the book he was in, and that he harbored some regrets about it. But no one is forced to do the same here -- that's one of the place's charms." After a moment's pause, he adds, "However, if you encounter a jurisfiction agent named Aornis¹, don't tell her anything about changing plots or you might incriminate yourself."

¹ Ping!

[greatmasterairplane]

"He did mention that person. But I haven't changed any plots—that was all Shen Yuan, with his total inability not to pamper Luo Binghe. That's not the one here, by the way. The Luo Binghe you know is from the original story, who was meant to be terribly mistreated by Shen Qingqiu, but our Shen Qingqiu couldn't do it. Since you've met him, I doubt that surprises you. I've always done exactly what I was supposed to, not that it's gotten me anywhere." He touches the side of the sake warmer and finds it pleasingly hot. "Alright. Try this, Prince Claudius."

Shang Qinghua pours him a cup of sake, and he can't deny the little thrill he gets from it. He's used to interacting with fictional characters, but only his own, not William Shakespeare's. "So, that's how I know Shen Yuan—from being the only two people in our world who know that it's fictional. But I'm surprised you've heard of Hamlet?" Actually— "Does Luo Binghe know he's fictional?"

[wickedwit]

Claudius swirls his ceramic cup a few times to release the sweet aroma, satisfied that it works the same as with other wines. The first sip is sweet, too, but not in a way that Claudius can easily place. "It's pleasant," he says. As for the other, perhaps more troubling matter, he waves his hand. "I doubt Luo Binghe has that much self-awareness. An angel told me I was in a play, but I kept denying I was fictional for as long as it seemed feasible. I had to listen to multiple people, compare viewpoints, and reflect." He's not saying Luo Binghe can't do those things.

[greatmasterairplane]

Shang Qinghua takes his point. Luo Binghe is always going to believe his own perception over anything or anyone else. He would love to keep hearing Claudius' opinions about Binghe—very nice character meta, Mr. Hamlet Villain!—but he can ask more questions once he is plausibly drunk enough to tell Claudius he's the author. In pursuit of this goal, he pours himself a cup of sake. "So, you know you originated in a work of fiction, and so did some of the others. Forgive the presumption, but you seem an intelligent and thoughtful man." Hamlet is full of overthinkers, right? "What's your perception of what is going on here? Like, what's the point? It's more subtle than where I came from—the System that controlled our actions had a clear goal."

[wickedwit]

"Yes, there's a startling lack of clarity here," Claudius says, and proceeds to prove himself an overthinker. "It's perhaps a limitation of mine that I can only think in terms of human motivation. If we were brought here by forces too inhuman to understand, their thinking is outside of my purview¹. If it were some ineffable plan of God's, I'd likewise have to give up, because God likes to tell jokes no one else can laugh at. But I think the forces at work here have a perverse fondness for us. Not intended as an insult, by the way, if they are listening." He gestures with his sake cup ceilingward, in case the forces are up there, before taking a drink. "It's only perverse because of the element of imprisonment. But songbirds are caged, and kept for entertainment. It's no coincidence, I think, that we all came from entertainments: plays, books, stories. Even ... Shen Yuan and yourself were in stories, before you arrived. A friend of mine used the words favorite character. In a strange set of circumstances like this one, I find it easy to wonder why it should happen to me, why not somebody else -- a typical lament to make at gods. We're not tormented, as if this were a hell for us, but our lives also aren't altogether frictionless, as if we were in heaven. They are some truly heroic people here, some villains like myself, and some people you would simply call interesting without ascribing a morality to them. But if we're known from our stories, the forces at work likely chose all their favorite characters, regardless of vice and virtue. I admit," he says, "I did find the idea flattering. Even if it's also disquieting." Again, he thinks at the mansion forces, that's not an insult, but you did create a disquieting situation. He'd say it out loud, but it's likely they can hear his thoughts, too².

¹ Like a Cthulhu thing. Claudius couldn't deal with a Cthulhu thing.
² Only the ones I write out, Claudius.

[greatmasterairplane]

Shang Qinghua listens to this with great interest. It's not as foreign a concept to him as it may be to Claudius, because he's familiar with fandom. What Claudius is describing is like a big multi-fandom crossover, maybe one of those compilation fics where every chapter is a different trope. Shang Qinghua always scrolls past them; he never thought he'd be inside such a thing. It would definitely explain why Binghe is gay. Whoever is writing it must have meant to write in the real Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua, and just got him and Cucumber-bro by accident. (But what kind of weirdo has the original Shang Qinghua as their favorite character??)

"If that's the case," he says, "then whoever selected Luo Binghe didn't think it through. He doesn't exactly mix well with others."

[wickedwit]

The small sake cups are, Claudius suspects, more like Lan Wangji's tea cups than Crowley's shot glasses, meant for savoring in small sips. Nevertheless, he knocks back the full cup, because he knows he's about to talk for a while. As it turns out, he has so much more Luo Binghe meta. "Why should he? In the course of his own book, he was able to achieve his ends through conquest and seduction, and even arose from scarce means to the position of emperor. Men with power seldom question their right to have it, but men who achieve power never question the methods they use to gain it. The further they’ve had to crawl, the more they can justify it. I say this as an aspiring usurper -- if I had everything I wished to from poisoning my brother, I’d have no cause to change course or risk turning backward. And you think he’d be likewise humbled to have lost his throne, but he cannot conceive of himself as having lost it. The difficulty is that -- even if his empire is irrelevant here -- he still possesses power. If he were the subject of an epic poem or saga, I’d say the parasitic blood was a metaphor for corruption and the reach of empire. You know about the parasitic blood, I assume? A vital humor, essential to him, that gives him power to influence others? He can use his influence to others' benefit or detriment, but so long as the ability to use it for pain exists, the temptation exists, too. The anti-monarchist allegory writes itself."

Claudius hasn't drunk enough to admit he thinks the blood parasites are cool and he examined them under a microscope. Sighing, he says, "I apologize. I've read a lot of anti-monarchist literature recently. Nevertheless, I'd like to see him spend one day as an ordinary man and forced to resolve a conflict¹. The only weaknesses he shows are emotional weaknesses, which are myriad, but prodding those only makes him more likely to lash out with power."

¹ Foreshadowing?

[greatmasterairplane]

Shang Qinghua follows Claudius' lead in chugging the sake and pours himself another cup. It's definitely hitting harder on top of the three glasses of baijiu he's already had, putting him in a warm, pleased mood while he listens to this.

"Astonishing insight," he says first, because Claudius deserves some praise for this speech. Truly worthy of Shakespeare! The booze is loosening his tongue—he can feel a monologue coming on himself, just like when he and Cucumber-bro get drunk and fight over PIDW. And it's been decades since he's spoken to someone about his writing process who won't get mad at him for not considering Binghe's feelings.

"Luo Binghe should be flattered to be the subject of such keen analysis. But you're coming from your own context—you see it as commentary on how power corrupts, because maybe that's your experience with power. I see the story more as a cautionary tale about the limits of power. Luo Binghe spent his childhood dreaming of a better life, and then found out he had the power to take it, and anything else he wanted. That led to wealth, companionship, political sway, and the destruction of his enemies, but it can't and won't make him happy. So the parasitic blood is part of the illusion of total power—he can control others' bodies, but not their hearts and minds. There is nothing he cannot do, but none of it matters. Everything given to Luo Binghe only serves to throw what he doesn't have into sharper relief. Oh, also, it's porn," he adds, gesturing with his sake. "I forgot that you wouldn't know the genre. The book is erotica."

[wickedwit]

"Oh, that makes sense," Claudius says out loud. "Everything you've said make senses, of course. Luo Binghe's a deeply dissatisfied individual, with his myriad emotional weaknesses -- he'd rather bear physical pain than unkind words. But our entire first encounter makes sense now, too. I assume you're not easily scandalized, if you just came out of an erotic fiction?" he asks, to be considerate. It's strange how quickly he's progressed from casual flirting to metaphysical speculation to a surprisingly two-sided and cathartic conversation about what Luo Binghe's problem is, but that tends to happen with these story-travelers. All Claudius's conversations with Shen Qingqiu -- Shen Yuan have some element of strangeness to them.

[greatmasterairplane]

As far as Shang Qinghua is concerned, this is still flirting. "Definitely not. I would love to hear about your first encounter."

[wickedwit]

"First," Claudius says in storytelling tones, "you have to understand that I have something of a scandalous reputation back in Denmark. But that doesn't mean much, because scandalous depends on the culture that you're in. The Danes are known for being a chilly, reserved people, right up to the point one warms to you -- then we're unmistakable, even excessive in our affections. Courtiers are a different breed. We can be excessive, affectionate, and flirtatious without commitment, and the flirtations between men even moreso. Because then they become tests of commitment¹. Each man sees how far the they go in flirting before the other flinches. Luo Binghe flirts ... like an Italian. Like someone born from hotter climes. In fact, he flirts like men in certain Italian works that aren't commonly translated, but that everyone wants to read. Do you understand me? When we first met, I asked Luo Binghe to be nice, and he only knew how to be nice by flattering me like one of those curious maidens in a story of sensual discovery. Except, of course, that I'm the one who has actually gone farther in flirtations with other men, and at the time I was very sure he hadn't. That must not have been the nature of his novel." And novels are, by their nature, new, which is the main sense Claudius uses the word in. Webnovels are as new as it gets.

¹ 'Gay chicken,' if you've ever heard of the sport. Claudius hasn't, but that's what he describing.

[greatmasterairplane]

Shang Qinghua sips his sake while listening to this. He's beginning to think maybe the baijiu is hitting him harder than he thought, and he should have waited another fifteen minutes before committing to more drinks. But oh well, you only get one first day in a crossover fanfiction mansion between worlds! Despite the way the room is beginning to swim, he's very interested in what Claudius is saying, so he's trying hard to focus. Luo Binghe flirts like an Italian. These are the kinds of insights only a Shakespeare character could give him. Cucumber-bro's internet comments could never.

"Well, I'm torn," he says when Claudius pauses. "I'd like to say something like, tell me more about how affectionate and flirtatious Danes can be, and don't hesitate to include a practical demonstration. But I could listen to you talk about Luo Binghe all day." He sighs. "I had no idea he liked men. It's pretty sad if you think about it." Luo Binghe fumbling anxiously over a flirtation with a handsome prince—it's just not right. That's Shang Qinghua's irrepressible stallion!

[wickedwit]

"Isn't it?" It continues to feel cathartic, drinking and chatting about the frustrating yet complicated aspects of his association with Luo Binghe, with someone other than Luo Binghe under a truth spell. Why couldn't Claudius met a man like Shang Qinghua sooner? A man with the same level of insight Shen Yuan has from traveling into a world of fiction, but who crucially isn't Shen Yuan.

"You see, there's the other difficulty in co-existing with someone like Luo Binghe. If I think about him too long, I feel sad for him. During our little tryst, I entertained the thought he was lonely underneath all that continental extravagance, reaching for a form of connection he hadn't before. I had a very modest estimate of how many times he'd use the same romantic lines on women before. My estimate was not that he'd married hundreds of wives," Claudius says, rolling his eyes, "but now I know he's from an erotic work of fiction, so why not? It likely makes for more thrilling read. And in that work, he likely never considered how he'd feel if a man used the same romantic lines on him, with the same performative praises and touches. I can sympathize, even feel sorry for him. Except that he also secretly slipped me blood parasites to torture me with later." It's a difficult thing to get over when evaluating a person. Claudius sighs, then smiling wryly, adds, "That said ... if you'd like the personal demonstration of performative praises and touches, I can provide. "

[greatmasterairplane]

"Well," Shang Qinghua says. He traces the rim of his sake cup with his finger, trying to pull words together from the soup that his brain is right now. "I would. I find you handsome and charming, and in the demon realm you usually only get one or the other. But, well—I meant to find a more satisfying or dramatic moment to say it, but now that we've talked about Luo Binghe so much, I feel like I have to say it or it's like I'm catfishing you—you wouldn't know about that—I'll have to explain catfishing later." Shakespeare would have loved catfishing. "Anyway, it's my book. I wrote it and then was forced to live it, like some kind of—ironic punishment—from Dante, or Greek mythology. So it's really my fault about the blood parasites."

[wickedwit]

Three little cups of sake in and Claudius is ready to admit, "I looked at the blood parasites under a microscope in order to study their mechanisms. They were fascinating. So let me see if I have this right -- that's all your invention? You created that entire world and Luo Binghe's whole suite of personal tragedies and erotic conquests?" It's perhaps the most unusual and unexpected turn a flirtation with a stranger could take. Previously, that honor belonged to to the aforementioned moment when Claudius realized Luo Binghe had given him blood parasites. This is more like realizing the man you're flirting with is a minor god who created the possibility of blood parasites. "Well," he says with a smile, "I certainly do admire a man with a creative mind. It speaks well to your imagination."

[greatmasterairplane]

Shang Qinghua grins, delightfully surprised. "Wow, thanks. Shen Yuan usually just yells at me for not making nicer things happen to Binghe."

[wickedwit]

Claudius laughs because of course Shen Yuan does, but he sets that aside, leans over the bar, and draws hand Shang Qinghua's into his own with a sliding, teasing touch. "Let me praise thee," he says, and he kisses that hand. "The most extravagant praises, of course, are always for looks. I know not how thou didst look before thou hadst this form -- but I can say thou wear'st it well, as thou wear'st thy dahlia, and both are lovelier for adorning thee. And what thou art, within that charming form, is an artist's mind. The mind of an artist is always more beautiful than the thing it creates, more full of possibility. Thou canst write stories of erotic longing, and thou canst speak in stirring ideas about the illusions of power, about dreams unfulfilled. Why would I ask thee to tell me nicer stories, for the sake of thy character? Speak to me more of longing and desire, but let it be thy desires."

[greatmasterairplane]

Shang Qinghua is not the blushing type, but he is speechless by the end of this. He wants to tell Claudius he doesn't have to lay it on quite so thick—surely it's clear Shang Qinghua is a done deal—but also, why shouldn't he? Why shouldn't Shang Qinghua get showered in compliments for once?? He deserves it, right? He's had the short end of the stick at every turn, and unlike Cucumber-bro he hasn't even gotten a sexy demon boyfriend out of it! Sure, Claudius seems to think Proud Immortal Demon Way is a work of literary significance, rather than a cheap and lazy cash grab—but it could have been, if Shang Qinghua had the time and money to sit around perfecting his artistic vision. If, in fact, he was allowed to take his time being flattered and seduced by hot men from the world of real literature. If he'd had that life, maybe PIDW would be the work Claudius is describing. And that means Shang Qinghua absolutely deserves the credit he's getting.

He leans closer, letting Claudius keep hold of his hand. "This artist's mind can think of many possibilities." His lips part.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan skids around the corner. "There you are," he snaps. "Where the hell did you go, we still have so much to...talk..." he trails off, taking in the cozy way Airplane is snuggled up, holding hands, with—of all fucking people—!!!