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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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..Eaten? Ah, no, not yet...
[ It slipped his mind. Oops. ]
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abuseuse some of their watcher cheats to dry themselves off. ]Then we must get something to eat. I, I promised someone that I would.
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You did? [ Promised? Hmm.. ] Well, I'd be happy to accompany you then.
[ an outing!! ]
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Great! What kind of food do you like?
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[ Yeah. Kinda picky. ]
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[ sir. your tomatoes? ]
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Hmm... do you know omurice?
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I do!
I, I don't know how to make those fancy super fluffy egg ones, but mine isn't too bad.
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Don't worry, they don't have to be fancy and fluffy, I'll be happy with whatever you make. [ omurice!! ]
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Then let's hurry to somewhere with a kitchen. Whatever we don't have, I can provide myself.
[ onwards! ]
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Who did you make a promise to? Or are you not allowed to tell?
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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.
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That sounds like him... sorry that you felt pressured to do that.
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Oh! No! I didn't feel pressured at all. I don't mind doing things for others.
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But, I am happy for the opportunity to spend time with you so I can't say I mind. [ that dumb sunfish. ]
thank you zetsu
[ head tilt. ]
It seemed like he was concerned for you.
:handshake:
He and I are Life and Death companions. [ bringing this back baybee. ]
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Like in the "better or for worse" companionship?
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[ they're married, shamsiel. ]
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So...he's your husband?
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