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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[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?

[disreguarded]

[you're welcome! she winks! it's - i mean, it's beau, so. you know what it probably looks like.]

Hand to hand. Monk shit. You interested?

[booksleeves]

[She. . . is winked at.]

I should love to see it! But unfortunately, I do not have any money.

[yueshen]

[ pinged, immediately, bye kingsley ]

Are you a martial artist, miss?

[disreguarded]

Yep. [she grins.] Dope monk shit is my specialty.

[yueshen]

[ immediately sparkly eyed. ]

Will you show me? I've never heard of this "dope monk shit" style, but I should like to learn very much!

[escardos]

[ flat looks over at the goods, and smiles. ]

That’s wonderful! I don’t have money, though, but all I have in my name are stories to tell.

[disreguarded]

What is with all of you fuckers who don't have money today?

[she puts her hands on her hips.] ... Kingsley is gonna be more of your story trade bullshit, but alright, I'm curious. What d'you got?

[escardos]

Well, you said you had the better stuff right? And your voice rings louder!

[ he chuckles. ]

I’m a traveler from future and past. Hard to believe isn’t it? It’s entertaining, nonetheless! I can tell you about the world that I came from and you can tell me a little bit about this place? Does that sound great? It does, doesn’t it?

[ he really isn’t going to give her time to even respond. ]

I’ll tell you the story of “The Divided Castle Adra: The Moonlit Crest Contest Serial Killings”. A story full of suspense and horror, and—shockingly enough, one hundred percent true! With some embellishments from me, but you know how it, you have to keep the audience entertained. And it’ll be free of charge, too, since you could say this is just a diplomatic mission.

[uncoincidental]

[well!



she was going to go shopping and was perusing the flyer, but she looks over the top of it at her when she mentions self-defense lessons.]

Oh, how much do you charge for those?

[disreguarded]

[hell yeah a tiny customer she loves it]

Depends. Whatcha got? Probably not money, since that seems to be the fucking trend today.

[uncoincidental]

Hmm... well, I picked up some things for sports and some comics in the last place I visited... but if that's not your thing, maybe I could help you out?

I don't know if you need to make deliveries to your customers, but I'm pretty quick! I could get your things where they need to go in no time at all if you'd like!

[naqqali]

[ ends up tagging flurry again ig-- but! look man, sche was just here in the neighborhood to explore. she takes the flyer with some hesitance. ]

I'm sorry, I am not very... combative.

[disreguarded]

[twirls you

also beau pauses, and just. looks at sche, because she's very pretty and beau has eyes.]

Yeah, that'd be why you do the self-defense lessons? So nobody tries to kick your ass.

[naqqali]

[ she's in her canon non-outfit since european style dresses are going to be too heavy in this heat. also she wants to trade them. im so sorry for beau's misfortune, ]

I suppose you are right, but I have never done such a thing before. I could get injured during practice!

[powerplay]

[ She takes one look at the flyer


and lets it fly off into the wind. ]

Self-defense lessons?!

[disreguarded]

[there it go...

beau watches it fly away, and then:] That's what I said, yeah, you down?

[powerplay]

[ Too many words. Which is unfortunate because she really should and would buy some of Molly's crazy wares. ]

Show me what you've got, human!

[ She looks tough like Yelena! ]

[veraltwin]

[Okay, (1) why do you have to be so loud, but also (2) how do you be that loud her attempt at a field bellow is nowhere close to that and it could have come in useful a couple times.

Anyway, Alisaie's not even necessarily meaning to get close to her, but their new location is giving her a crash course in navigating while trying not to bump into anyone and in sidestepping another patron at the last moment she's within reach. And when the flyer touches her hand she starts, though she tries to immediately halt the movement and ends up with some sort of weird half-jump, half-jitter movement in place. CAN U NOT

The woman's words though catch her ear.]

Self-defense?

[...]

Ordinarily I'd say I would be fine with my own techniques... What is your price?

[disreguarded]

[beau only knows two settings and they are (a) loud and (b) rude

beau pauses in her hawking to glance at alisaie, thoughtfully.]

I mean, money, typically, but something's telling me you don't have any.

[veraltwin]

[...

reaches into her bag and pulls out a handful of gold coins from last week???]

I'm not sure why you'd think that. Though if you'd prefer a different trade, you need only ask.

[rerouter]

Hmm... [She politely accepts the flyer, giving it a lookover before she pockets it.] I might be. How long have you been teaching self-defense?

[disreguarded]

Ehhhh. [she wobbles her hand.] A couple of years? I'm really fucking good at punching things.

[rerouter]

[A beat.]

... I kind of want to watch you punch something now.