Wei Wuxian might have been working on talisman flags of the kind that were invented posthumously by himself (he will deadpan anyone who says that his inventions were not in fact run wildly with once he 'died,' because that started before he'd even 'passed'), but at present, he does not have those on him.

In fact, to anyone from home, this might be strikingly familiar, because Wei Wuxian running around in a shirt he's painted his own blood on to form the characters for the attract 'evil' talisman. Oh, he tried playing, to zero results. He tried to see if there were any 'blessings' that acted like powers, but no! So he is not a living lure, keeping angry warriors off the group setting up the equalizer.

"Coming through!" He shouts, literally running past in a polo shirt and pants and boots, with his own miniature mob trailing after. He's at least armed with... some kind of gun? Does he know how to use that. (Yes, but very recently, and this is all rather absurd anyway.)

You are, of course, welcome to help. Invited to, even. Or to get the equalizer up already. He isn't picky!

In the course of dealing with another of the time displaced refugees acting out in rather violent ways, here, out of seemingly nowhere, is Wei Wuxian slamming into a refugee and tangling them to the ground.

"Quick! Find something to bind them with! Someone's working on setting up an equalizer, but we've half an incense stick before that's done!"

So, seven minutes or so, up to fifteen?

In the process of getting the camp picked up for moving yet again after the refugees have been calmed, Wei Wuxian emerged with a shining, saving grace: alcohol.

And now he's offering it to you.

"I don't know about you, but I can use a drink after everything that's been happening."

If you're a Lan, or Tidus, he'll add, "But just one." Then wink.