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WEEK THREE MINGLE
ahnkeen: week 3 mingle
in the sands of time
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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That’s wonderful! I don’t have money, though, but all I have in my name are stories to tell.
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[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?
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[ 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.
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What the fuck. [she says, bemused.] Okay, sure. Hit me. Serial killings? I'm all ears.
tori your NOTIFS ; eye trauma talk cw
So imagine that this very rich, old, powerful guy dies, and he has in his will that he will hold a competition to see who will inherit his fortune and research. The great Lord El Melloi II, known by a couple few as the Master V or as the Big Ben London Star, is one of those select few. Him and his trustworthy companion, a young woman named Gray, make their way into the countryside to participate in this battle of wits.
[ flat gives a pause for dramatic effect, and continues. ]
What they see there is a group of equally well-known people. The place is up to the brim with aristocrats and politicians, and angels line up the walls, looking down at the new guests of this now abandoned place. And that is when they learn: In order to obtain the inheritance, they must solve a riddle!
[ he claps his hands together, his smile turning just a touch sinister. it's for the dramatics, trust me. ]
Curious, the great Master V and his assistant go to bed. But when they rise in the morning they are summoned to the hall to witness--
[ jazz hands ]
A woman impaled on the statue of an angel! Her eyes! Gouged out of their sockets!!
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Holy shit. [she's interested, at least.] ... Wait, was that the riddle?