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 The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep.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

[syndromed]

[ oh she's not touching that!!

but just to be slightly less useless, rika starts skirting around the edges of this fight to try and pick up more little treasure crabs, holding her skirt like a little basket to gather them up in. ]

It'll be a feast. Too bad everyone else will miss out on the show, though!

[booksleeves]

[Susato is darting to the side to leap into the air and catch the pincer. Sorry, Akira?

She's running at the crab brandishing its own pincer.]

A wonderful feast for everyone!

[bloodread]

[ It's fine he can roll, which he does about as artfully as one can in this situation when they've just been dropped by a giant crab.

He takes a moment to wipe a hand against his mouth then charges in again: one sword, one fist, one pincer should make for one chop suey. ]

Itadakimasu you bastard.

[yueshen]

[ well! maybe his highness can see the joy in hunting down your own food!!

the crabs begin to clack more and more ominously in the background. it is a great background noise as xie lian drives his sword into a joint between plates of crab armor and the crab sings off tune. ]

We will be sure to use every part!

[syndromed]

What should we have for side dishes? It's important to balance a meal with vegetables, if we can.

[ the crabs she collects are still alive, so they just kind of crawl out of her 'basket' with ease. this is not very efficient. ]

[booksleeves]

We will pickle some sea vegetables and make a side salad of canned fruits!

[Susato runs towards the singing crab and slashes across its face with the pincer, carving into his eye stalks. Then, she slides under the belly to slash at that, too.]

And perhaps. . . a topping of roe!

[bloodread]

[ There's silence momentarily, or as much silence as one can get as the alpha crab succumbs to their attacks, their song lost forever to the tides under the three pronged assault. The smaller crabs clack their pincers in mourning, but without their leader they do little more than move in circles haphazardly. ]

I'll ask the Watchers for rice. [ The state of the crab is entirely a mess but- ]

Hey, wasn't there supposed to be treasure?

[yueshen]

[ perfect!!! xie lian pulls the sword hard and manages to crack off a piece of the shell - he makes a pleased noise and then steps back from their kill.

...akira reminds him, though, and he glances over at the back of this truly giant and once musical crab, picking his way over a few tiny scuttling crabs. none seem to attack him, at least? just circle ominously. tiny little knife crabs. ]

...It seems there is quite a bit of it, actually. This crab must have been suffering, under so much weight. [ gold! silver! tiny treasure chests! who knows. ] Is everyone alright? Miss Rika?

[syndromed]

I'm okay!

And I've got a lot of treasure! Yarr!

[ you know, like a pirate? apparently she gave up on collecting crabs and now her skirt-basket is full of gold doubloons. they don't run away as much. ]

[booksleeves]

Good work, Rika-chan. We did it!

[She will start carving up the big crab.]

[bloodread]

[ Since he doesn't have a blade, Akira circles to the back of the crab to help with looting. ]

And we've solved our food problem for a while. How the hell did a crab wind up with all of this anyway...