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WEEK TWO MINGLE
otamo: week 2 mingle
melodies of m̸̜̭̝̥̉̈́̃ë̴̱̪̣́͑̀m̴̫̀̌ǫ̴̝͔̞̉̈͠r̵̭͚̳͑́͋ḭ̶̲̋̇̒̔e̶̬̓̄̅š̷̮̪̙̈́͠ forgotten canals
melodies of m̸̜̭̝̥̉̈́̃ë̴̱̪̣́͑̀m̴̫̀̌ǫ̴̝͔̞̉̈͠r̵̭͚̳͑́͋ḭ̶̲̋̇̒̔e̶̬̓̄̅š̷̮̪̙̈́͠ forgotten canals
36 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. Gone is the ancient city—which many learned had come to be named Krankaz—and its salt-caked, rusted, ruined world. Your beds are more comfortable, your things stored away in much finer rooms where light filters in through stained glass. Did you miss sunlight? Fresh air? There's much of it to be found, here. But there seems to be... music faintly playing from somewhere, at all times? Sometimes, the song changes, but it's always of the same quality. How strange...
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 a dusty mansion, this go around. It's almost eerie, with the music in the background softly playing, but it's easy to tune it out as you begin exploring the new world that you've all found yourselves in.
Much like your previous worlds, this one seems a little sparse, in terms of population. Unlike the last one, though, you'll find other occupants—just not here, with you now. But the bright colors of moss, coral, flora, and fauna are replaced by the bright color of stained glass and greenery, a world filled to the brim with life in a different way. The soft rush of water can be heard everywhere along with the melodies of this city, little water mills constantly running even in the canals, though some of them and the machines here seem to be in a little disrepair. Shall we?
In the foyer of this grand mansion, your Watchers of the week can be found—the Celestials. They're ready to receive you, and hopefully see you through this week more safely than the last two. Good morning!
Baraqiel speaks up first, this time, thick cloak closed around themself completely to conceal their wings, and daemon perched eagle-formed on the banister of the stairs. "We've got a name right off for this one, unlike the last one. City's called Otamo—do all of us and yourselves a favor and don't break anything that actually keeps the lights on. Maintaining a city is hard enough without everyone bringing it down around us."
Daemon on their shoulder in squirrel form, Suriel has a smile and a wave for everyone. "It's a nice place, too! Or it was, once. And the music's great - just like being in a video game! Ah, but try not to break into everything? Or at least try put it back like you found it, please."
Resting on Shamsiel's head is their daemon, and they start the day with a polite smile for everyone. "And like always, we're here to help you however we can. So, please, you know how to reach us should there be anything you'd need."
That seems to be all, but before you're released off to go exploring—Baraqiel has one last thing to add: "They're too nice to say it, but I'm not: stop asking Suriel for anything involving blood, whether it's power-related or for food. If you want that shit, ask a different Watcher, and ask Suriel for something else."
Suriel has some quiet protests to that, but they seem to go ignored.
With the new week, travelers will find that they no longer have minor control of the four major elements. Instead, they'll find that they have an unbreakable connection to another participant, one that reveals something many of you work hard to hide. You feel what they feel, and they feel what you feel, both physically and emotionally. What will you do when faced with the terrifying ordeal of being known? This effect lasts all week.
Additionally, there's an aspect of this world you may want to take note of—around the city, primarily in the canals, are broken panes and shards of glass that are... different. These can be retrieved out of the water, or off the banks, or from broken fixtures to no detriment to yourselves. However, you'll find that interacting with them shares a fragment of a memory from your point of view with those around you, genuine and true. The music of Otamo adapts to each memory, and may drown out any spoken word in the memory (though you may play with the intensity of this, to allow for some dialogue to be audible), but with how most shards are small enough to be held in the hand, they have a transportable potential to them. You may bring your memshare to others, whether by accident or on purpose.
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Man, I wish Enna was here.
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however, they'll look away when ulrika just says words again. ]
Enna?
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Yeah, he's part of my workshop! He knows all about this machinery stuff - I bet we could've set him loose and he'd run around fixing everything up!
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I'm fairly handy myself even without my cheats as a Watcher.
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Oh yeah? Like how?
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I could probably fix this if I had the right tools and parts.
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[ maybe some............ metal ]
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[ they'll knock on the machine once again. ]
I'm sure the wiring would need to be redone and parts of that may need to be replaced.
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[ Ulrika doesn't understand the appeal of vending machines, sadly ]
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[ which cue for shamsiel to pull out a few tools from out of their cloak and with a few whacks the top/cover of the vending machine pops open. they'll push it further open to expose the inside where are a bunch of cans. ]
There!
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Oh, nice, you really do have the magic touch! So which one of these do you want?
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I'm fine with this one. [ they'll select a can of pink juice(?) ] How about yourself?
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Can't go wrong with red, can you?
[ she grabs a mysterious maroon can ]
Wow... I don't think I've seen a container like this before. It's pretty handy!
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what kind of drink they've picked? who actually knows. ]
Isn't it? I'm not sure if the name of this one is the same that I have at home, but where I'm from, it'd be known as a "vending machine".
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A "vending machine"... I've never seen one before. Do they always "vend" these kinds of cans?
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Most of them do, but you can get almost anything out of them where I live. Drinks, food, games, toys, and even some types of clothing!
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[ she wants a vending machine now ]
Hmmm... and then to open this, I just pop this thingy?
[ she tries to pop the soda tab... from the wrong side, at first, before figuring it out. ]
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[ cue shamsiel opening it for ulrika. ]
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Thanks, Shamsy!
[ she'll peer at the brand new opening in the can's lid before taking a little sip. ]
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[ shamsiel has gained a nickname!? also it can be whatever red flavored drink that you wish it to be. maybe cherry. ]
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... Shamsy, I think I'm gonna be sick.
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E, eh? W, what do you mean?
Sick? Should I get something for you to lie down on?
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It's gross! It tastes like tomatoes! But fizzy and sweet ones!
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also they'll look confused because hewwo??? they have no idea what the hell that is like. ]
Fizzy and sweet tomatoes?
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