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

[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. ]

[uncoincidental]

[she comes over to look because it seems interesting!! huh...]

Oh, what's this drink...?

[pikaffeine]

Pikaaaa.

[ he clears his throat and suddenly his voice sounds completely different from the cutesy call he just made ]

Woops, sorry, habit. Little Froakie in my throat, you know how it is. [ does she. ] It's coffee! Delicious, sweet caffeine. Nectar of the gods.

[ takes a sip ]

[uncoincidental]

[aha! coffee.

she does not know what a froakie in his throat means, but she'll just accept it, because they're able to talk to each other now.]

It smells really great! How much for a cup?

[gregore]

[a tiny gold frog eyes the coffee...]

[pikaffeine]

[ who's that pokemon ]

Oh, hey... buddy. You are shiny. [ reaches over with a tiny little paw and pokes the frog ]

[gregore]

[it makes a squeaky noise and puffs up when he pokes it!!

eeeeeeeee like a deflating balloon.]

[sponsoredby]

[ what the hell? this thing is so cute. ]

Enjoying your merchandise?

[ he's. very amused. ]

[pikaffeine]

Yeah! It's very good coffee. Best in this entire desert dump if I do say so myself.

[ he uses his tail to brush some sand off his counter ]

[sponsoredby]

Are there other coffee stands around?

[ looking a bit ]

[yueshen]

[ i feel like... i've seen you die somewhere before................. ]

[pikaffeine]

[ pikapi? ]

[reflash]

[looks at the... demon(?)

this doesn't even register to him as weird.]

What has the most caffeine? [please help him]

[pikaffeine]

[ christianity banned pokemon his presence here is illegal ]

Technically speaking, our rainbow coffee! Just on a percentage type of deal. But that one is not for all constitutions.

[ sips ]

But if you want it, I've got it! As long as it's coffee. That's the Baristachu guarantee.

[reflash]

What's wrong with the rainbow coffee? [that is not a sales pitch small p*kemon]

[voltadomar]

[The lieutenant sees the creature, then the coffee. He straightens his posture and looks around. Where's the shopkeeper?]

[pikaffeine]

[ he perks up and waves ]

Pikapi?

[powerplay]

. . .

Aren't you a . . .

[ Should she say it?

P*kachu? ]

[pikaffeine]

Adorable? Yes.

[ uwu ]

[cranelike]

(Tsurumaru is more interested in the creature than the coffee. He's just going to reach out and




Tug on an ear.)

[pikaffeine]

[

thundershocks him, gently ]

Hey! Rude!

[rerouter]

[.......... is this copyright infringement.............]

Which one are you drinking there? It looks like you're really enjoying it.

[pikaffeine]

[ yes. ]

Blue! My favorite color. Kind of a chilly aftertaste.

[greatdeduction]

[Peering in...]

Did some child lose their stuffed toy, I wonder...?

[pikaffeine]

[

sips coffee ]

I'm clearly moving, rude.