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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Comments

[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.]

[headmt]

Good morning to you too. As it turns out, I’ve actually just come this far inland to show off a few of my favorite possessions.

[He’s joking. Hopefully.]

... I could be convinced to do some trade, maybe, for the right price however?

[perfectdistance]

What are these rod things?

[headmt]

The ... Celebones, I think.

[Does he not know the names of his Legally Sourced Goods.]

Good for all sorts of situations. Dark holes, finding the rest of the party, livening up a boring room.

[None of that explains what it does.]

[allyship]

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

What do you take?

[headmt]

[Who’s Molly ... ? Also maybe amongst the little figurines there is a little purple guy with two swords. Aw.]

What do you have?

[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 ]

[headmt]

[It explodes and instantly kills everyone here.

No.

It lights up! This one is a pretty blue color - the sparkly lights start to dance around it, clearly magical in nature ... but also clearly just a glowstick.]

Very rare, that! Imported from Rexxentrum!

[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.

[headmt]

Weapons, weapons. Sure!

[Just two! Why would he have more? He sits up and puts a hand on top of the glass case the arrows are in, drumming his nails on it.]

These are certainly powerful, but maybe ... [He blatantly looks this dude up and down, making a face like he thinks he probably can’t handle how powerful these particular weapons are.] Well—- let me take a look.

[Leaning down to dig around under the table? He’ll pop back up with ... some of these.]

For the rowdiest of fisticuffs.

[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!

[headmt]

[He would never judge a teen for wanting a weapon. But he makes a face like he hates to disappoint someone.]

Sold out, I’m afraid, they were very into the spiky stuff at the last stop. [Imagine if I just came into this murdergame as a guest and sold all the teens weapons.] Doesn’t mean there’s no options for self-defense though!

[Gesturing to ... the arrows?]

[callalilies]

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

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

[headmt]

[ He can! It seems well-thumbed through ... ]

That’s what I’ve heard! Quite stimulating. Personally uses one too many turgid and glistenings for my tastes, but, you know, to each their own.

[senjinrouha]

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

…

What’s with the weird tip?

[headmt]

You can’t just ask that, sir ...

[ Hm.]

[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... ]