WEEK ONE MINGLE

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krankaz: week 1 mingle Depths of the Leviathan

38 Remain

Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. The familiar sights and sounds of Cittàgazze are long gone, replaced by something much more ancient, yet still radiant. The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep. Try not to hold your breath for too long when you finally take the first steps outside to soak in all of new sights. Ideally, "soak" being used as a metaphor instead of literally as well, and it can stay that way just as long as the "Bubble" is respected. What? A "Bubble?"

You all awaken in your beds—although they aren't the beds that you found yourself falling asleep in previously, and you might not even see the same face as you had the previous night. But one by one, as you filter out, you find yourselves in what had once been a grand and imperious castle. The halls stand massive, arching and textured in reliefs and carvings of beautiful faces and creatures. Old paintings adorn the walls, or have even been knocked down to prop against them, rotten from moisture and dust and neglect. Great landscape scenes, the tales of battlefields, and royal portraits of strangers vary where you can make them out.

As the journey through these halls continues, everyone comes to the same conclusion: this place is twice as empty as the city of magpies was. It would probably be dimly lit, were it not for a faint blue glow from outside (from the Bubble over everything, you'll come to realize) and the fact there's bioluminescent corral, plants, and even small creatures everywhere, washing everything in salmon, pinks, purples, oranges, reds. Light posts and fixtures are adorned with once-white crystals that illuminated things, now covered in these same warm hues to replace their glow.



Coming down to the join of the two castle wings and into the throne room, you'll meet some familiar faces. Or unfamiliar? We don't know your lives. They seem to be anticipating your eventual arrival.

Each of the three hooded figures have a distinctly colored cloak with one being dark like the night, the second in a cloak of bright and soft dawn, and the last in robes of stormy sunset. Once again, two appear to stand at the same height, but this time the third is of a shorter stature. It's that shorter one, in the dawn-colored cloak, that speaks first.

They clap their hands once, twice, three times - and then their voice, strong but chipper, is loud and clear. "Hello, everyone! Apologies for the surprise, we, ah, weren't exactly expecting this to happen until it did? My name is Satariel, and we're the Temporal Watchers. The Celestials are still here with us, but it's our turn to speak with all of you like this. If we haven't met before, it's nice to meet you now! If we've met before, it's good to see you again. Please let us know if there's anything we can do to help you, as we all figure things out, as we know that things are already fairly stressful as is right now."

They fold their hands together in front of themself, bowing politely, and pass it onto the next in line who stands taller than Satariel and dressed in a long dark cloak like the night. "Satariel is so great! It makes me wonder why we're even here." They'll say with a laugh before properly addressing everyone else after raising their left hand up to the side of their face in the shape of a paw.

"It's as they say—we're the Temporal Watchers and I'm Rameel, so hello, hello! I hope everyone enjoyed my gift last week. Unfortunately, I don't have anything for you this week but if you talk to me later maybe I can arrange something. We are but your humble servants."

To conclude their turn speaking, they'll give a deep, flourishing bow and step aside for the one in a cloak reminiscent of a stormy day. "Yomiel." They wave a hand at the other two. "They covered most of it already, so just let one of us know if you have any questions. We'll answer messages, too, if you need us."


With the new week, travelers will find that their daemons have stopped hiccuping and shifting without warning. Instead, they will find that they and their daemon have limited control over one of four elements - earth, fire, water, or air. Some examples would be shifting sand, warming a cup of tea with your hands, sweating more than normal (if you aren't like Bertolt), or always looking like you're in a hair commercial. This effect lasts all week.

And, if you're worried about your things, just check your rooms. They'll be stored away safe and sound.

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Comments

[escardos]

1. bookshop

[ upon finding the bookstore, flat will hover by it. at heart he's a nerd...a jock nerd, but a nerd in the end. even if the books are rotting, there's something comforting about this place, especially with how abandoned this is.

he seems to be trying to take out some books, seeing if anything is legible. ]

2. plaza

[ well, of course flat's going to be visiting the shops for food. as he's looking at the canned chicken, he smiles with perhaps a little bit too much excitement. ]

Maybe I could try making something with this if Mister Nero isn't around...

[ hehehe ]

3. throne room

[ well thanks to a certain ulrika, flat has acquired a few balloons, which he has brought with himself to the throne room. one of them is green and the other is blue, and they both have cute cat weights. you may catch him trying to set them down next to the scrolls, or, perhaps, simply staring at them. ]

There...this way, we don't have to forget them.

4. wildcard
( ooc: hmu on plurk or discord for some sweet pcs, or just wildcard the heck out of me. keep me on my toes )

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[perfectdistance]

[Nero appears as his name is spoken.]

What was that?

[escardos]

N-Nothing!

[ HE'S PUTTING THE CANNED CHICKEN BEHIND HIS BACK ]

Where did you come from, sir?

[perfectdistance]

I was lookin' around. Gotta check what's available here.

[escardos]

Oh, that's good! I mean, I'm sure there's lots of things to cook with and not use in experiments.

[ wait. wait fuck oh no-- ]

Not that I was going to do any.

[ nailed it. ]

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[callalilies]

When did those arrive there?

[ he asks this as he walks in, polaris at his side in his wolf form padding in as well. ]

Lightens the place up a bit.

[escardos]

[ at the sight of the wolf, jack jumps from flat's shoulder as it turns into a black wolf. it's not threatening, however, as it just immediately lays down. ]

Ulrika got these... and I thought that it would make a decent altar for Marius and Qi Rong. And this place is so gloomy anyways, that I did think it needed color.

[callalilies]

[ he contrasts with jack, stark white, and when it lays down, polaris leans in to give a friendly, thorough sniff, giving way for jack to do the same if it wants afterwards. ]

That's thoughtful of you... even if it seems like we'll be moving more often than we'd like.

[ he peers at the green balloon. ah, stinky. sighs. ] Were you particularly close to either of them?

[escardos]

[ jack seems to accept it, as it raises its head to sniff polaris back, the tail shifting; it's content. ]

Yeah, that's kind of a problem. But Ulrika got a bunch of them, so maybe we can just continue placing them wherever we go? Unless more people die... [ he pauses, then shakes his head. ] Not really. Xie Lian was probably closer to Qi Rong...but not in a good way...and I don't think that Marius had friends? I guess they had that in common!

[ flat you can't just call someone friendless holy shit. ]

But I think that we should remember them anyways. Don't you think?

[callalilies]

[ flat calling the both of them friendless losers is both morbid but also hilarious. it gets a pleased smile out of him regardless. ]

Some would be more inclined to disagree, but I believe all of our experiences aren't without mourning in some regard. He was Xie Lian's relative... and despite his abrasive behavior, I'm sure someone found his company [ shrug ] unique.

[ he threw rocks at kaeya and diluc. and he did eat marius' leg. so like. ymmv. but. yeah. he's not gonna rain on this one's parade. ]

[escardos]

Ahaha, of course!

[ he laughs a little at the adjective. flat couldn't have put it in a better way, actually! ]

I think that he was unique, mhm...but I think all of you are too. I mean, everyone has something about them that makes them different from someone else. Master Rev is a whole bird, for example! That's extremely unique. Even people's bad habits like Mister Van Ziek's wine-wasting is unique. That's what I love about people, actually, both human and non-human.

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[perceivedrevalry]

[Ah, there's Flat. Staring at a can of some sort, hm. Revali, who apparently is fine with socializing with Flat to some extent, hears that and has to say it:]

If you're going to cook you definitely should do so with Nero. Don't put us all in danger because want to try cook something.

[Wow, what a vote for confidence, Revali. Such a pal]

[escardos]

Don't worry, I have already learned from my mistakes! Something like the organic meat I made years ago won't happen again!

[ the what. ]

[perceivedrevalry]

What did you do years ago?

[Just how bad will things get if you get into the kitchen, Flat? That's what crosses Revali's mind right now, yup]

[escardos]

I animated a piece of ground beef and made it sentient.

[ :D ]

[perceivedrevalry]

[Revali is very visibly taken aback! Hah! He had never shown such revulsion around here!]

Why?!

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[trickedges]

And what in the world is that, exactly?

[ try to make something with what, now? ]

[escardos]

Canned chicken! Have you never seen it in your world?

[trickedges]

I can't say that I have, no.

[ he just. eyes the can of chicken dubiously. ]

I suppose it's probably still usable, we've done worse with rotten meat before, but the ether level on this must be terrible...

[escardos]

Oh it's horrible. It's kept in preservatives to make sure it doesn't rot.

[ he says it with such delight, too. ]

And it's actually a whole chicken here, you know? Like imagine opening this up and seeing that chicken slide out. Gross, right?

[trickedges]

Well, the preservatives are understandable, considering this apparently is meant to keep for a long while, but even so, they could have picked something better than a whole chicken to do this with.

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[bloodyromance]

Is there any point to remembering them? [Hey, Roomie. He's just chilling along.]

I'd say Captain Mold left an impression at least.

[escardos]

I think that there is.

[ he smiles, placing his hands on his hips. ]

If not, they might come back and haunt us.

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[voltadomar]

... You found balloons.

[escardos]

I did! Or, well Ulrika did.

[ he chuckles, happy. ]

She gave me some.