WEEK THREE MINGLE

[grigori]

ahnkeen: week 3 mingle in the sands of time

32 Remain

Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. The soft ripples of the canals and dulcet tones of otamatone fade from your ears, replaced by a steady, dry breeze and the ambient noise of the local populace filtering in through open windows. Another thing you'll notice is that it's warm - very warm. Light dress is recommended here.

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 house, a bit on the older side but still comfortable. The decor is neutral and inoffensive, much like you'd expect of a place that sees many visitors.

Unlike the previous worlds you've visited, Ahnkeen is a bustling, busy place, full of people of all sorts - and not all are human, so please check your biases at the door. Though the world around them is dry and scarce of resources, the market town itself is alive and well, business booming, and the merchants here keep a close eye on their wares in case of any thieves.



Traversing down the streets of the housing district are the Temporals. For the most part they seem ready to receive everyone. Throwing their hands into the air and meandering down Rameel will be spearhead the introductions this time—their puma daemon trailing behind them. As an extra treat, they'll even seem to have their “black box” from previous with them this fine morning on full blast.

"Hello, hello everyone! WELCOME TO AHNKEEN!! The home to the great markets...probably. I hope more of you are used to these scenery changes by now, and by popular demand are your favorite Temporals. We've changed the set for the hat trick, but we won't stop there."

Satariel is standing close to Yomiel, their undercloak absent and their daemon raven-formed on their shoulder - it squawks after Rameel yells the welcome, but they offer everyone a warm smile. They do reach over to... turn down the "black box" of Rameel's, without looking, smile still intact. "For those of you that kept your things from previous worlds, especially the treasure from our adventures underwater, you might find that they come in handy here. We are in a market, after all."

The last Watcher has also shed their undercloak, staring at Rameel while their polecat daemon chitters. "Anyway," they turn to the rest with a vague gesture at Satariel. "Try not to steal too much this time. The last few worlds were pretty quiet, but you might run into trouble with the locals here if you keep that up."


With the new week, travelers will find that they are no longer connected physically and emotionally to another participant. As opposed to being drawn to one person in particular, they'll find themselves with the need to be physically close to any other participant they speak to. Go on, hold their hand, get your snuggle on - it'll make you feel better. This effect lasts all week.

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Local NPC Interactions

[grigori]

[ comment here if you wish to have an interaction with an npc from the world. ]

[headmt]

[Hi hello. There’s a crowded looking stall down one of the alleyways, with a velvet tablecloth and Captain Kingsley Tealeaf’s Legally Sourced Goods & Services on a banner in gold script behind him. The vendor at this particular stall is something of a visual assault. For one, he’s purple, heavily tattooed, and the pirate-style outfit is not at all desert appropriate. Apparently someone has an aesthetic and they’re sticking to it, godsdammit. Whatever the deal here is, he looks extremely bored until someone walks by, sitting up straighter and immediately starting to grin at ... whoever you are.]

Looking for something in particular?

[It’s kind of a mess, and there’s more boxes and stacks behind him so if you dig you might find something fun? Just on the top of the table there’s quite a bit out already.

- A scattering of ... weird looking rod things that seem to twist in the middle
- a couple of flat rocks with a big X drawn on the top of each one
- a ring with a ruby-red stone embedded in it sitting in a jewelry box
- a magic wand! Or just like a stick covered in glitter.
- a few little figurines that look like people. Or at least humanoid? Some are holding swords or posing like they’re about to send a spell off.
- Him ...
- A book called Tusk Love. Looks great. The cover has a dashing half-orc admiring the swooning bosom of a blue lady. Wow!
- Some tea packets.
- A folding cot. I heard there was a bed situation.
- a stand carefully cradling two arrows - each tipped with with a strangely heart-shaped tip
- Jewelry and other shiny stuff. In case you want to bling out.

Whatever you’re looking at, it does feel like the guy here is keeping a fairly careful eye on you.]

[booksleeves]

[Wow, look at this purple fellow.]

Good morning, sir! These items are all for sale?

[She came for the tea packets, but she's eyeing that kitty cat.]

[perfectdistance]

What are these rod things?

[allyship]

[before i clicked on the link i thought "him" was just molly selling a figurine of himself]

What do you take?

[third_alternative]

Huh. Someone who's actually around to sell stuff. That's new.

[ just. picks up one of the rods, gives it a cursory curious glance, and immediately twists it. he is fucking around, what will he be finding out ]

[yueshen]

[ how many eyes is he keeping on us exactly

i mean oh a purple man... he's looking at the arrows. this is xie lian's first real trip to a market?! how exciting! is this a ghost market with people being purple??? either way, it's cool!!! ]

Hello, fine sir! Are these the only sorts of weapons you have...? I might like to procure something.

[uncoincidental]

[ooh! she's looking over the wares with interest.]

I don't suppose you have any maces for sale...?

[girl you're 14 why do you want a mace]

You really do have quite a variety of things here, though. How impressive!

[callalilies]

Tusk Love, quite an interesting-looking book...

[ is he allowed to pick it up??? ]

[senjinrouha]

[ he just Perceives the mollingsley sourced arrows with slightly confusion, slightly amused eyes. ]

…

What’s with the weird tip?

[disreguarded]

[at some point, beau passes by and hands kingsley a coffee cup.]

Hey, asshole. Got you something.

[voltadomar]

[The lieutenant adjusts his glasses and squints up at the banner.]

"Legally sourced"...?

[greatdeduction]

[Peering at the flat rocks...]

Oh, now this is interesting. Why the "X"?

[bloodyromance]

[He's just looking over the wares, humming.]

So, how much of this has a functional use and how much of it's just cheap?

[He does pick up Tusk Love. It's unique for a smut book. Maybe he'll give it a go.]

Also, what are you charging for all of this? You know we got no money, yeah?

[powerplay]

Whoa! What kind of devil are you?

[ You're so PURPLE. She's torn between looking at him and the Him. ]

[rerouter]

... Has someone claimed these weren't legally sourced before?

[Can't believe she's shopping at a definitely not shady shop. Anyway? She is kind of making heart eyes at the ring? And tilting her head at the heart tipped arrows. They're kind of cute in a weird way...]

[burnstrike]

[ eyeing the arrows and assuming they're just for people who like cute heart-shaped things and aren't good at hunting!! ]

Form over function, I guess... What are these made out of?

[ can she sharpen it ]

[quiz]

[ Tea packets...

it's not coffee, but it'll do. ]

Hello~ These aren't going to be spiked with anything weird, right?

[ like it's not some midsommar tea right... have them trippin... ]

[disreguarded]

[close to Captain Kingsley Tealeaf's Legally Sourced Goods & Services there's a stocky young woman just fucking shouting at top volume. she probably drowns out the other hawkers. this girl has a set of pipes.]

Hey! Come visit Captain Kingsley's Goods and Services today! For trinkets and toys and all sorts of shit you've never seen before! Way fucking better than any of these other places out here! Come visit today!

[and if you approach her at any point, she'll shove a flyer in your hand that has a list of all the items that kingsley is currently selling! plus, she says, as an aside:]

If you're looking for the self-defense lessons? Those are with me.

[booksleeves]

[Oh, thank you for the flyer!]

. . . Self-defense lessons? What manner of combat do you practice?

[yueshen]

[ pinged, immediately, bye kingsley ]

Are you a martial artist, miss?

[zerotohiro]

[For any of you wandering far enough, you may run into a half-built shabby little stall down another alleyway. who tf is captain kingsley tealeaf? never heard of him. instead, there's a shoddy sign with a few arrows drawn on it along with a few pictures of gears and tools.

should you approach, you'll find that the vendor is short. like. child-size short. this is likely because the vendor is an actual child dressed in a hoodie and cargo pants who's busy bustling around behind the stall itself. the wares are...a bit unique, you could say, given that they all seem to be handcrafted and in some cases it's a little difficult to judge what you're really looking at. are you looking for a toaster that'll also iron your shirts? how about a magnifying glass that'll boil water for you? or whatever this mysterious steel box is...take a look and barter with the vendor.

of course, there's also a small line of what appear to be...droids? little ones, desktop-sized if you will, but they appear to be moving and rolling around on their own. though the vendor doesn't notice you right away, soon enough they jump up onto the counter to nail a sign to their previous sign.]

OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS

[there. that ought to do it. once he jumps down though he'll turn and offer a wide, gap-toothed grin.]

Hey! Buy, trade, or create?

[hm.]

[pikaffeine]

[ there is some kind of fluffy rat in a hat here running what appears to be a coffee stand. his name tag, perched delicately on his detective hat, reads "BARISTACHU". the stand is selling both drinks, of the hot and cold variety, and beans! no machinery to make the coffee with though. suffer your raw coffee beans. the house specialty is something called rainbow coffee? you can pick your own color! wow!

...other than that he should probably stop drinking the merchandise? well. it's his stand and he seems happy. it's probably fine. even if he is too busy drinking to try and attract customers. ]

[averagemedium]

[Wow everyone around here sure seems employed and shit, huh? Not this guy! There's a tall, lanky young guy out here just kind of checking out various stalls, and you can find him at a couple:

At a random food stall, where he's acquired something on a stick. If you're looking a little lost, he debates a few moments before helpfully offering:]

These are pretty good, for the record.

[Alternately, the one time you won't find him sort of hanging back awkwardly is at a stall selling various possibly cursed wares, which they openly advertise.]

Okay, but like- do you even know the source of your curses? There's a big difference between magically-sourced and depending on something trapped in an item and the latter is definitely unethical to be selling--

[...depends on how badly you want to get in the middle of That discussion.]

[Anyway, you can also find him vibing at the hookah spot. He doesn't have anything but flavored tobacco, but he seems a little more chill there, regardless.]

[gregore]

[there's a tiny gold frog making his way downtown. people keep almost stepping on him! it's very rude. maybe it's because he's jittering like one of those horrible janky toy dogs from the 90s that were in front of every single KB Toys shop in the mall?

but he does recognize the people from the last world, so if you're wandering the markets, the tiny frog immediately latches onto your shoe and tries to hitch a ride.]