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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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[ prepare to be raided by one wild animal and one hyena ]
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I... live here? [sound a little more confident]
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[ he's kind of big for a street urchin ]
Alright, then tell me about this place! Like... where's the weird angel symbols, or the best place to get groundwater?
[ knowledge check ]
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Yes, really. [he looks sort of grumbly, now.] I don't know anything about, uh, angels, but I can give you water if you want. I guess.
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Huh... well that's a nice change of pace.
[ no angels! incredible ]
Me and Albin would definitely appreciate it, thanks!
[ Albin chuffs before shifting into a kookaburra to laugh at Ulrika. you couldn't even find water on your own? good job, silly ]
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in any case, he's less wary of the bird! yay birds. he is, however, shocked at the fact that it can actually change shapes like that?]
... How did you do that? [he asks, digging through his bag. he's looking for water, give him a sec.]
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[ hm, this sounds familiar, actually ]
You've never seen anything like him before?
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No. [a little wary, but.] I'm kind of uh, getting the hang of this here, with identifying all the people who come through. I like to think I keep pretty good records of who we have with us, but I can tell when you're not from here because of your little, uh, shapeshifting animals.
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[ she blinks at the water bottle a few times, squeezing it curiously. what is this... 'plastic' you speak of...? ]
Yeah, we just got thrown here overnight, sorry about dropping in like this! It sounds like you've been here a while though?
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Born and raised, yep. You don't have to apologize for getting dropped here. It's not like it's your fault.
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That's true!
[ and then she never apologized again ]
Can you tell me about this place? It seems really nice! Way better than where I last was.
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[...] Where were you last?
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[ haha, good times! ]
But I dunno, whatever you want to tell me? What does everyone do here? And how come you're all the way out here, instead of in the city?
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But uh, I guess chores. Is what we do. There's always work to be done to make sure everybody is fed and clothed. Even that's hard, sometimes, but we manage. [he scratches at his beard.] We're out here out of caution. Just uh, just making sure we're not asking for another calamity.
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[ bad? bad??? ]
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You've probably seen how messed up the city is. I wanna avoid that happening again.
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[ which, uh... if there was a calamity... that's kind of weird? ]
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Whoa, that must've been rough... How'd you manage to survive all this time?
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[ stuff they can't easily get that the newest visitors could locate ]