WEEK TWO MINGLE

[grigori]

otamo: week 2 mingle 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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Comments

[grigori]

[ proud of you. ]

Yes! I think so.

[ they'll stand proudly in the middle of the boat with their own bird daemon twittering happily from the top of their head. ]

This one is definitely not sinking—except I have no idea where the paddle for it is.

[afterword]

[ two npcs for my two hands. ]

Was it not left inside the boat?

[ Huh. Isn't that strange? He'll come a little closer, not really to peer into the boat but maybe the waters? ] Did it fall..?

[grigori]

[ uwu ]

I don't think so...

[ shamsiel will make sure to keep balance on the boat and try not to rock it took much. however, if dokja wants to, he can spot what looks to be part of an oar under sticking out from under the boat. ]

[afterword]

..Oh, wait. There's something there.

[ You know what, let's go for it. He lowers himself down to extend his- well, only good arm, since the other is still in a sling, to reach into the waters to gently try and pry it from under the boat. If it means getting most of his arm soaked it doesn't bother him.

He tries to remove it carefully, not roughly like some maniac, he doesn't want to suddenly wobble the boat and send Shamsiel to a watery surprise. ]

[grigori]

Something? What do you see?

[ i'm in tears how did i forget he's injured. this is going to be so funny in the bad way. either way, shamsiel will move towards the edge of the boat where dokja is trying to fish out the oar, which he'll be able to get with much success.

however thanks to a very unfortunate roll, shamsiel will lean too far over the edge of the boat and


just

capsize the boat. good bye. ]

[afterword]

The oar, it looks like-

[ It could've gone any other way, really. Funny how the events turned out this way instead for them rather than Dokja here. Eyes widen and he almost tries to reach out to steady the boat but well, with an 6 and arm in a sling there's no way he's going to do much.

Not just that. But the boat capsizing sends a wave of water and splashes him in the face.

Ahem. He leans back, wiping at his face as he tries to check for any signs of the Watcher. ]

S- Shamsiel?!

[ /prayer hands. ]

[grigori]

[ sometimes you roll to see how things go and then you fail the roll in such an amazing way? glad for dokja for also being useless in his roll so he can just watch.

no matter, shamsiel will eventually pop their out from the water and grab for the boat. ]

I, I'm fine! Perfectly fine!

[ they say as they look like a shimmering gold, white, and blue wet bag flopped on the back of the boat. their wings are probably dragging in the water too. much grace. ]

[afterword]

Well... let's at least get you out of the water. Here, I'll help you.

[ The true elegance of a Celestial Watcher. It's okay, he's not judging, and true to his word he's holding his free hand out to help them onto the landing so need be.

A shame his daemon doesn't have a big enough form to hold him back to lower the chances of tumbling in though. :heicat: ]

[grigori]

[ they also don't have a daemon that's very big. all they have are song birds and this helps no one.

but they'll take a hold of dokja's good hand regardless to help themselves out of the water and onto the landing. now, where things go from here? :heicat: who knows.

a glorious and soaked celestial watcher right here. ]

Th, thank you.

[afterword]

[ small daemon gang!!

Dokja waits for them to settle, and when they do he lets go of that hand but stays nearby still. ]

Of course. [ He'll take off his outer brown coat to carefully drape over them, a shame he's wearing his second set of clothes today and not his normal white jacket. At least this should help? unless you can suddenly poof the water away-- ]

Sorry I can't help you any more than this, Shamsiel.

[grigori]

[ imagine if they could.

but they'll accept the brown jacket and will positively look like they're swimming in it from the difference in height and build. wings included! ]

It's fine! This is more than enough for me.

I'm sorry for troubling you; I'm the one who should be helping you than the other way around.

[afterword]

[ Such a small thing... at least they're covered with something dry and beats swimming more in the water. ]

Don't worry about it. You've all done plenty for us up until now, only right we be able to return the favor when need be. [ He smiles reassuringly. ]

[grigori]

[ they are a very small watcher!! ]

Is that what you think?

I feel as though there should be much more that we should be able to do for all of you. [ as something clicks in their head. ] Oh!

H, have you eaten recently, Mr. Kim Dokja?

[ very seriously. ]

[afterword]

I won't disagree with that, but sometimes you only have so much you can work with. [ Concerning limits and roadblocks. ]

..Eaten? Ah, no, not yet...

[ It slipped his mind. Oops. ]

[grigori]

[ they'll take one step closer to dokja and now abuse use some of their watcher cheats to dry themselves off. ]

Then we must get something to eat. I, I promised someone that I would.

[afterword]

[ wh.... hackermans... ]

You did? [ Promised? Hmm.. ] Well, I'd be happy to accompany you then.

[ an outing!! ]

[grigori]

[ they can have some rights, probably. and with plenty of cheer in their voice: ]

Great! What kind of food do you like?

[afterword]

I have a few favorites but I'll be fine with anything. [ ... ] Just. No tomatoes.

[ Yeah. Kinda picky. ]

[grigori]

No, they must be your favorites. It's...not part of what I promised but if I can make you your favorites then why wouldn't I?

[ sir. your tomatoes? ]

[afterword]

[ no tomatoes!!!! the true evil. ]

Hmm... do you know omurice?

[grigori]

[ how did the tomatoes hurt you... ]

I do!

I, I don't know how to make those fancy super fluffy egg ones, but mine isn't too bad.

[afterword]

[ we'll never know, except they hurt him bad... ]

Don't worry, they don't have to be fancy and fluffy, I'll be happy with whatever you make. [ omurice!! ]

[grigori]

[ tomatoes why!!! ]

Then let's hurry to somewhere with a kitchen. Whatever we don't have, I can provide myself.

[ onwards! ]

[afterword]

[ onwards to the kitchen!! though, even if he didn't ask at first, he'll ask along the way. ]

Who did you make a promise to? Or are you not allowed to tell?

[grigori]

[ and because shamsiel has
o reason to think anything else about what they're about to say as something bad: ]

He never said that I couldn't tell you so—it was Yoo Joonghyuk. He came to me for some soy sauce and so I gave some to him.

We started talking for a bit and then told me to make sure that I eat with you should we ever meet.